ceremony? The vows and the cake and the first dance? For one wild moment, he thought that none of it
had happened before his brain caught up with him and he realized that the gaps were probably covered up
in the official video.
The current shot was of Kurt and Sebastian slow dancing among a swarm of other couples. If there had
been any doubt about whether Kurt was still thinking about Blaine on his wedding day, it was gone the
second Kurt saw the way both he and Sebastian were wrapped around each other with blissful smiles.
They’d lost their suit jackets and ties so it must have been some time after the actual reception. From what
Kurt could make out of the other couples, most of them were faces of close friends and family; Rachel and
her boyfriend, Burt and Carole, Christopher and Nicole, Kate and John, Finn and what must have been his
wife. They were all cut off when the camera zoomed in on Kurt and Sebastian.
Kurt’s head was tucked right beneath Sebastian’s chin, cheek pressed to his collarbone and their arms
around each other. His face was flushed, probably a mixed result of the alcohol he’d consumed, the exertion
of the faster dances that had preceded this one and just the general glow of happiness.
“Awwww man,” Blaine said, his voice a little slurred. He was definitely tipsy. “You guys look too cute and I
don’t want to bug you but this is the grand finale so -”
Kurt pulled away from Sebastian when Blaine got close enough and shook his head, giving him a fond smile.
“You’re still walking around with that thing?”
“You’ll thank me later.” Blaine said. “Now tell me. Sebastian – are you happy?”
“No Blaine, I am devastated,” Sebastian said with a completely serious face. “This asshole has forever
robbed me of my bachelor charm. I can already feel the loss.” Kurt laughed and gave Sebastian’s arm a
light punch but Sebastian only tightened his arms around Kurt’s body.
“You never had any bachelor charm,” Kurt said.
“I had plenty.”
“Please, you walked around with too scared for commitment branded on your face. Kind of overrode the
charm part. ”
“And I suppose my fear of commitment is why I married you?”
“You married me because I have impeccable taste in everything and the fact that I somehow chose you
flattered your ego.”
Either Sebastian didn’t have a response to that or he just chose instead to dip his head down and kiss Kurt
in lieu of answer. Blaine didn’t let them get too into it before he said, “That’s cute and everything but you
never answered my question.” A hand reached out to poke Sebastian’s forearm. “Are you happy?”
“Of course I’m happy you idiot.” Sebastian said, turning to grin at Kurt and nuzzling his nose.
“Is this what you thought being married would feel like?”
“It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet, Blaine. Let me get back to you on that one.”
“Yeah, he’ll let you know when the chains settle in around his hands.” Kurt said.
“That’ll be sooner than he might think,” Sebastian said with a suggestive wink. Kurt rolled his eyes before
leaning in to press his cheek against Sebastian’s shoulder, their bodies swaying from side to side as they
danced.
“No innuendos. I’m going for a romantic ending, here.” Blaine warned. “So Kurt – was your wedding
everything you’ve ever wanted it to be?”
Kurt nodded, a content smile spreading across his lips. “Mmhm.”
“It was perfect?”
“Better.” His eyes fluttered shut when Sebastian leaned down and brushed a kiss to his temple.
“Am I your Prince Charming, Kurt?” Sebastian teased.
“Not even close.”
Sebastian scowled but Blaine said, “Prince charming or not, Kurt -- Are you happy?”
Kurt didn’t joke with his answer. His arms slid up and around Sebastian’s shoulders, hugging him close and
when he opened his eyes, they were glazed over a bit. “I’m married,” he whispered.
“And that makes you happy?”
Sebastian couldn’t see Kurt’s expression since his face was turned away. The most he could do was press his
cheek to the top of Kurt’s head and wait for his reply. The anticipation was clear on his face.
“He makes me happy,” Kurt said, curling his hand around Sebastian’s bicep.
Sebastian’s face morphed into a wide grin. “Do I?”
“Miraculously, yes.”
“Does that mean you’ve forgiven me for the cake?” Sebastian asked, kissing the top of Kurt’s head.
“I haven’t forgiven, nor have I forgotten.” Kurt pointed at the camera, looking straight at it. “This little thing
can bear witness. I. Will. Get my revenge.”
“Oooh pointing, I like it! You remember my lessons well, Kurt!” someone called out from the background.
“And on that note from Cooper Anderson,” Blaine said, the eye roll hidden in his tone. “I end this amazing
account of Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe’s wedding. I bet you it’s a million times better than the
boring official crap. Now go on, kiss and stuff so the audience have something to hold on to.”
“I told you nobody is going to watch this except us, Blaine.” Sebastian said but he didn’t resist when Kurt
leaned up just a little to kiss him. In fact, he seemed to forget Blaine was standing there because his hand
came up to cup Kurt’s jaw, tilting his head back so he could kiss him deeper. Kurt whispered something
against his lips which made Sebastian laugh so hard, he had to break the kiss for a few seconds and press
his face into Kurt’s neck.
“I love these two idiots,” Blaine said in a low voice as Sebastian and Kurt continued to kiss lazily in between
hushed conversation. “And I hope you idiots have a good life.”
Kurt sat completely still after the screen switched back to main page. His brain was hurling questions too
fast for him to actually take time out and think of the answers; Cooper Anderson – was he the brother
Blaine never talked about? How did Kurt not remember meeting Blaine’s brother? Had they managed to
find alternate catering arrangements for the fifteen extra people? What had Sebastian done with the cake
to make Kurt want revenge? How exactly had he been planning his revenge? What was Finn’s wife’s name?
What was the joke Christopher had promised to tell once Blaine shut his camera off? What song had he
and Sebastian danced to the first time as a married couple? How had Sebastian looked in his complete
wedding suit?
He might as well have watched a really unfulfilling movie with tons of loopholes and a cliff-hanger ending
for all the questions he still had. Blaine’s video had contained no details, just snippets of everything. Kurt
didn’t even know the wedding venue. If he wanted, he could have watched the official video to fill in the
gaps but there were more than enough things to digest as it was. Blaine, Sebastian, himself and the way
he'd looked - as if Sebastian was the best thing to ever happen to him.
His cell phone vibrated on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with an incoming call from Sebastian,
accompanied by a picture of him Kurt didn’t remember taking. Judging by the angle, it looked like
Sebastian had taken it himself.
Smiling, Kurt pulled himself from his jumbled thoughts and answered it. “Hey,”
“Hey Kurt," Sebastian's voice made him feel happier than it should have under normal circumstances.
Maybe Blaine's idea of ending the video on a romantic note had been more effective than he'd thought.
"You missing me?” Sebastian asked, the words were barely out of his mouth before somebody shouted
from behind him. Kurt heard was a burst of static as Sebastian shuffled around and shouted back, “Just let
me eat a fucking sandwich, I’ll be there in ten minutes!”
Kurt laughed when Sebastian turned back to the phone, swearing. “I think the real question here is, are
you missing me?”
“Is that a trick question?” Sebastian asked.
“You’re pretty slow with the answers, might as well be.”
“Yes, I miss you.” Sebastian said, giving up the banter quicker than Kurt had expected. “First day back after
a week and I’m already going crazy. How’re you doing? Make any progress with work?”
Kurt looked up at the TV screen and said, “Yeah. A bit.”
“Maman helping you?” Sebastian asked with a mouthful of what must have been his sandwich.
“No, it’s just me at the moment.”
“You sound distracted.”
“I’m counting how many times you woke me up this morning.”
It was Sebastian’s turn to laugh. “Sorry but in my defense, that last time would’ve only taken a second if
you hadn’t freaked out about a little goodbye kiss as much as you did.”
“I didn’t freak out -”
“Sure you did.”
“It was gross, Sebastian.”
“It’s routine, Kurt.” There was a pause where Kurt thought he heard the same hint of hurt in Sebastian’s
voice that he’d seen on his face that morning but a second later, it was gone. “We’ll stick to kissing cheeks
until you get past your hygiene issues but you might want to get used to it because I’m not giving up that
routine. I happen to like it.”
“Never took you for a routine person.”
“I’m not.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Someone shouted Sebastian’s name again and he groaned, not bothering with a responding shout this
time. His voice was rushed when he spoke next and it was obvious he was swallowing large bites of his
sandwich as he talked. “Don’t make dinner tonight, okay?”
“Why not?”
“Because Mondays are my turn.”
“Sebastian I’m free, I can -”
“No. Mondays are mine. I want to.”
“What was that about not being a routine person?”
“I’ll see you tonight, baby.”
Chapter 34
When Sebastian got home, he found Kurt sitting on the couch, red faced and laughing with his hand
covering most of his face. Sebastian instantly recognized the dance off the two of them were having on
screen; it had been some time after all the formalities had been taken care of at their wedding and their
friends had pushed them onto the dance floor to do something ‘crazy’. Kurt always insisted he’d won but
Sebastian continued to reassure himself that he had been the better dancer by far even if some of his
moves had caused the elder members of the audience to blush and turn away. He hadn’t cared - not when
Kurt’s eyes had glinted playfully and he’d given back just as good as Sebastian gave him.
Dropping his keys and bag, Sebastian moved to take a seat next to Kurt. Kurt didn’t look up at him; he was
watching the rest of the dance through the gaps in his fingers, shoulders shaking with laughter. It was only
when the song ended and his onscreen self turned to pull Sebastian into a hug much to the hooting and
clapping of his friends that Kurt tore his eyes away from the screen and lowered his hand.
“Hey,” he said when he finally looked at Sebastian.
“Hi,” Sebastian replied. He leaned in for a kiss that Kurt accepted with much less hassle than he had that
morning. He even brought a hand up to brush his fingers along Sebastian’s jaw for the few seconds their
lips remained connected before he pulled back. The kiss had been short but it had done exactly what after
work kisses were meant to do - drain the tension of the day from Sebastian’s body even if it was just for a
little while. “So I see you finally got around to watching our wedding,” he said after he’d settled back
against the couch.
“Yeah,” Kurt said, turning his eyes to the screen where Rachel and Blaine had stepped up to perform a
song they’d composed for him and Kurt. “Is that - did they write that?” Kurt asked when the lyrics
registered with him.
Sebastian nodded. “Blaine came up with the music, Rachel with the lyrics.”
“Wow.” Kurt breathed.
“I know.” Sebastian said, his eyes trained on Kurt’s face, at the awe present in his features.
They were silent for a while during which the camera panned to Kurt and Sebastian watching the
performance with damp eyes. Once it was over, Sebastian took the remote and paused the video.
“I was watching that, you know.” Kurt said.
“I know. But why make do with a digital version of me when you have the real thing right here?” Sebastian
asked with a wink.
“Sorry to burst your bubble but you weren’t exactly the center of my attention.”
“You’re saying that I wasn’t the center of your attention in our wedding video?”
Kurt smiled and shook his head. “There were far more interesting things to see.”
“Like?”
“Like Finn’s daughter and that original song and the table centrepieces -”
“You’d choose looking at table centerpieces over your gorgeous husband?” Sebastian asked, his offended
tone only half joking.
“Gorgeous?” Kurt said raising an eyebrow. “The centrepieces were gorgeous.” He reached across
Sebastian’s lap for the remote. “Now, if you’re done needling me for ego boosting statements, I want to
get back to this and try to remember more about them.”
“Good luck with that,” Sebastian said, standing up just as the video resumed playing. “If you need any help
with remembering stuff, I’m sure the centerpieces will answer all your questions.”
Kurt’s foot caught the back his shin as he passed, pressing in just hard enough for a sharp pain to shoot up
his leg. When Sebastian threw him a glare over his shoulder, Kurt grinned at him. “That’s payback for this
morning.”
“Maybe the centerpieces should make your dinner too.” Sebastian called out as he headed towards the
bedroom.
_
“So,” Kurt said, spreading a napkin on his lap after they’d sat down at the table. “How was your day?”
Sebastian paused with a forkful of pasta halfway to his mouth. Kurt’s expression was formal, his posture
awkward and stiff as he waited for Sebastian’s reply. “Kurt,” Sebastian said, trying to hide a smile. “What
are you doing?”
“I’m asking you how your day was,” Kurt said with the same stiff formality.
“Like a butler asking if I’d like him to pour me some more wine.”
Kurt looked away, his cheeks going a bit pink. “I figured that’s what we did. Sat down at dinner and talked
about our day like -”
“A married couple?” Sebastian finished for him. He couldn’t help the fond smile that spread across his lips
at the thought of how Kurt was probably basing his ideas of their marriage on the experience of all the
romantic movies he’d ever watched. “This is definitely not how we talk about our day.” Sebastian said,
gesturing to the neatly laid out table. “We’re not this civilized. We’ve tried but our crazy schedules don’t
really give us the luxury of ‘proper dinners’.”
“How does it usually happen then?” Kurt asked.
“We talk in between brushing our teeth and taking a dump.”
Of course Sebastian wasn’t exactly telling the truth, but it was worth it to see Kurt’s face scrunch up in
disgust. “Ew!” Sebastian burst out laughing. “You are disgusting. We’re eating for god’s sake.”
“I’m sorry, are you still in our honeymoon phase?” Sebastian said with a grin. “Did I shatter the romance of
our wedding with real life?”
Kurt glared at him, his cheeks a flaming red either from anger or embarrassment. Sebastian took a bite of
his pasta and took mercy on the images that must have been tormenting Kurt at the moment. “I’m
kidding,” he said, rolling his eyes when the intensity of Kurt’s gaze only increased.
“Remind me to never ask you any questions again,” Kurt said, turning back to his plate.
Sebastian considered him for a second, remembering the tip given in one of the articles he’d come across
while doing his research on treating amnesia. It had said something along the lines of repeating familiar
behaviors to trigger memories. He and Kurt didn’t have a fixed pattern to how they had dinner or talked
about their day. Very rarely, it was like how it was right now; sitting at a table and talking in between bites
of food. Sometimes, when one of them would run a hot bath they’d talk while sipping wine and soaking in
hot water and relaxing bath oils. On one occasion, they’d had a frustrated conversation about their bosses
while having sex until it had hit Sebastian that Kurt was talking about his mother while attempting to undo
Sebastian’s shirt and that had effectively killed the conversation - and his boner.
That wasn’t a scenario Sebastian could repeat at the moment but he could still choose from some of the
less eventful nights. Even if it didn’t make Kurt remember anything explicit, it would still be better than
feeding his misguided fantasies of their day to day lives.
“Where are you going?” Kurt asked as Sebastian pushed back his chair and stood up. “Whoa!” he said,
dropping his fork when Sebastian pulled off his shirt in one swift move. “What’re you -”
“Come on,” Sebastian said, picking up his plate and moving towards the couch. Kurt didn’t follow
immediately but by the time Sebastian had finished fiddling around with his iPod settings to get it to an
appropriate playlist, Kurt was standing beside the couch with his food in his hands, looking dubious.
“What are we doing?” he asked when Sebastian sat down.
“What we normally do,” Sebastian said, nodding to the empty space next to him.
“Do you normally have dinner without a shirt?”
“Yes,” Sebastian said, taking a bite of pasta and shooting Kurt a wide grin. The second Kurt had taken a
seat, he swung his legs up to rest his feet in Kurt’s lap and settled back against the armrest. “You know Rick
the Dick yelled at me twice today?” he said much to the surprised look on Kurt’s face. “Thank god for Jon
or I would have lost my shit and quit right on the spot. We can’t really afford for me to lose my job right
now but Jesus sometimes I just want to kick the guy in his fucking balls. Like, what more do you expect
from me? I did everything you fucking told me to. I came to work even while my husband was in the
hospital and all I took were five days off but he goes ahead and acts like I’ve been on a freaking vacation
this whole time.”
Kurt was staring at him, just staring at him like he was some unknown creature descended from outer
space. “Can you pick up the dry cleaning tomorrow?" Sebastian continued. "I'd do it myself but I won't
have time. I'm going to head over to the gym after work because if Rick the Dick keeps this up I'll need a
way to blow off steam and I'm already picking up groceries on the way home so...”
He turned back to his food and took another couple of large bites while Kurt continued to stare at him. His
expression had gone from utterly confused to suspicious but after a moment, he smiled. “I see,” he said.
“You see what?” Sebastian asked in between a mouthful of pasta.
“Apart from your horrible table manners -”
“We’re not at the table anymore.”
“- I see what you’re doing.”
“And what’s that?”
Kurt took a bite from his own plate and unlike Sebastian he swallowed before saying, “Those articles make
it sound easier than it actually is, you know.”
Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You went through my computer.” It wasn’t a question; there
was no other way Kurt could have known.
Kurt nodded, looking hesitant all of a sudden. “Should I be sorry? I figured it was okay to poke around
seeing as you practically knew the contents of my laptop inside out.”
“It’s okay,” Sebastian said. “I hadn’t meant for you to see those articles but whatever, it’s not like it’s a
secret how I’m trying to help you.”
“And I appreciate that,” Kurt said. “But don’t get your hopes up too high because it doesn’t work that
way.”
“I know,” Sebastian said. “But it’s worked a few times so far. There must be some credibility in their
methods.”
“Maybe, but I wouldn’t trust them so completely. It’ll only lead to frustration when they don’t work.”
“But you trust me, right?”
Kurt glanced up at him and smiled, “I guess.”
“Good,” Sebastian said, shoving some more pasta into his mouth. “Then trust my methods.”
“Methods that involve taking off your shirt? What exactly are you trying to accomplish by that anyway?”
Sebastian grinned, curving his toes so they brushed the side of Kurt’s thigh. “Am I making you
uncomfortable?”
Kurt pushed Sebastian’s feet off his lap, unbalancing him all of a sudden and it was all Sebastian could do
to not tumble to the floor. “Not as much as you’d like,” Kurt said smoothly, setting his plate on his lap
where Sebastian’s feet had been seconds ago. “I just don’t understand the point.”
“Who knows how my bare chest and this couch can spark some more memories,” Sebastian said, sitting up
straighter.
He thought he heard Kurt say I could do without any more of those, thank you but he wasn’t sure. What he
was sure about was that when Kurt pointed his fork at his plate and said, “This is actually pretty good,”
what he meant it was fucking fantastic. It reminded Sebastian of the first couple of times he’d cooked for
Kurt, back when Kurt was still reserved when it came to giving him open compliments.
“Don’t hold back on the praise,” he said with a grin. “I know you are secretly trying to figure out what I put
in the sauce. Just a heads up, I’m not going to tell you.”
Kurt narrowed his eyes at him for a second before he shook his head and turned back to his plate. “So I
take it that Rick the Dick is your boss?”
“Yep. He hates me.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?”
“Because you’re disrespectful, obnoxious and too smart for your own good?”
Sebastian grinned in response. “You know me so well - even without your memories. But in my defense,
I’m not directly disrespectful. If anything, I give the dick more respect than he deserves but I just
don’t like him and when I don’t like people - well, you know how I tend to come off.”
Kurt laughed, “Oh I know.”
“So how was your day honey?” Sebastian asked in an overly cheerful tone that made Kurt’s jaw tighten in
irritation.
“It was informative,” he replied.
“I thought you were going to concentrate on work-related stuff. How’d you go from fashion trends and
Kurt Hummel couture to snooping around other people’s laptops and our wedding?”
Kurt shrugged, “I was in the mood.”
“You couldn’t have waited to watch it with me?”
“I wanted to watch it on my own,” Kurt said and there was something in his tone that told Sebastian there
was a deeper reason for that than Kurt just not wanting Sebastian’s comments to ruin everything.
“Did you see Blaine’s unofficial version?”
Kurt’s face broke into a smile, “I watched that one first. I loved it.”
“Yeah?” Sebastian asked hopefully. “What did you think of the actual ceremony?”
There was a pause during which Kurt finished up the rest of his dinner and leaned forward to set his empty
plate on the coffee table. “It wasn’t exactly the dream wedding I had in my mind at eighteen,” he said,
unaware of how Sebastian’s heart plummeted at his words. “But the changes were a pleasant enough
surprise. I guess that pretty much speaks for the rest of my life as well.”
When his words registered with Sebastian, his face broke into a grin. “Is there a hidden compliment there
somewhere?” he said. “Are you saying being married to me is a pleasant surprise?” Kurt ignored him,
though he couldn’t quite suppress his smile. It made Sebastian’s whole body glow with warmth. “Well
you’ve certainly changed your tune,” he said.
“Who says I was talking about our marriage?” Kurt said, standing up and heading towards the dining table.
“Don’t tell me the pleasant surprise is something ridiculous like our colorful key bowl by the door.”
Sebastian called after him.
Kurt poured himself a glass of water and leaned against a chair, eyes glinting with the same playfulness
Sebastian recalled from their little dance off when he said, “That is a pretty beautiful bowl.”
If Sebastian wasn’t so fucking happy to have Kurt right in front of him joking in the easy, flirty way that was
definitely still new to him but intimately familiar to Sebastian, he would have responded with another quip.
But all he could do was walk over to Kurt and dip his head down to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve missed coming home to you,” he said in a low voice, reaching out to touch Kurt’s cheek.
Kurt’s expression softened with understanding. But Sebastian was certain he couldn’t possibly have any
idea how horrible it had been for him to come home to an empty apartment on the odd nights when Burt
or Blaine had managed to push him to go home and rest instead of staying at the hospital. Kurt would
never know how he’d felt when he’d opened the front door and found their apartment eerily silent, devoid
of the buzz it always seemed to have whenever Kurt was around, how he’d used Kurt’s body wash to
surround himself in his husband’s smell, how he’d slept on Kurt’s side of the bed wearing Kurt’s pajamas
and hugging Kurt’s pillow - anything in order to feel like he was there with him physically.
He cupped Kurt’s face in his hand, running his thumb along his cheekbone before leaning in to kiss him
once more. But just like that morning, Kurt turned away at the last second except this time, he was
pressing his lips together in an attempt to not smile. “Um,” he said when he turned back to meet
Sebastian’s questioning gaze. “Can we not do this when you’re shirtless?”
Sebastian looked down at his bare chest, having forgotten he wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore. A laugh
bubbled out of him at the realization and he took a step away from Kurt, reaching for his discarded t-shirt
on the chair beside him. “This okay?” he asked once he’d pulled the shirt back over his head.
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