A.N. I apologise for the late update; I was meant to have this finished by Friday but I had family visiting over Easter and it turned into a situation comedy in which we drove each other insane and almost killed one another. Now that everything is back to normal, I could get on with finishing this story. Because this is the final chapter, I just want to thank you guys for reading. It's the longest fic I've written so far and it was with a pairing I had zero experience writing for so the fact people came back to read each chapter means a whole lot to me. I am returning to Klaine – as they are my world – but I'll be jumping back into the world of Kurtbastian at some point because I've enjoyed them so much. I've mainly written dark BlaineXKurt before now so it's been a learning curve creating a somewhat positive journey from loathing to loving and everything inbetween. And with Sebastian too! I also noticed that it's been one year and one week since I first started this fic so I'm quite happy with the timing (cough – makes me feel less guilty for all the stalling I did – cough).

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Perfect Fit

The noon sun brought with its light a warmth which had been absent during the previous winter months. Coats were left indoors and windows were open to let the fresh air bring in a new breath of life to the retreat – or, as it was better known, Saint David Glens Rehabilitation Centre. Smiles were gracing the faces of those who sauntered through the corridors and patients were patting staff members on the back in fondness as they all enjoyed the relaxed day of controlled, uplifting fun. There was an art class going on in the conservatory. A special screening of a soon-to-be-released blockbuster could be found in the cinema suite. Chefs were still bringing out delicacies to the lunch buffet, and the more free spirited guests were starting up various other activities all over the place. It was a beautiful day for all involved.

Except for Hunter, who abhorred everything.

He had escaped the choking atmosphere of the indoors and had taken to the front garden where he could be at peace without feeling eyes on him. There was little point in wearing his flashy and expensive clothes but he felt ugly and not himself in his sweats and matching hoodie. They were still designer, of course, but he felt that even if there was no one around to impress he still should have worn something better for himself. He was letting his standards slip. He didn't even have any product in his hair! He blamed it all on his 'detox stage', which was rapidly causing him to go insane. His assigned doctor and therapist had tried convincing him that he was not alone; everyone goes through this sense of detest and loss of self at one stage. However, as Hunter repeatedly tried to get across to her, he was not 'everyone'. In fact, he considered it an insult and attack to be treated alongside the cocaine addicts and glue sniffers – who he presumed made up the rest of the patient list - and found no comfort in the luxuries offered around him.

He had not been there even a week, but he was discovering that Thursdays were just the same as every other fucking day at this prison-like paradise. Everyone else who had arrived both before and after him seemed to be basking in the glory of the institution yet all he could summon in himself was pure disgust for them and their flimsy natures. The group discussions, the supportive comradely, the first class entertainment and food, the freedom to be alone if you wanted to be – nothing pleased him or was enough to stop him wanting to tear the place apart.

The ever-open gate at the end of the long driveway taunted him to no end. Physically he could leave at any time; no one would stop him if he were to pack his things and walk straight out of the complex. However, once he set foot on the immaculate grass on the opposite side of the gate, Hunter's whole life would be free-falling into the tatty shoes of the everyday common man. That is, if the everyday common man was well into his twenties with no work experience, no savings, no home, no life skills and not one single person to turn to. He knew far too well that if his father cut him off for good – which he had proved he would do, seeing as he already made sure that his wealth and family benefits were out of Hunter's reach even after he agreed to get treatment - then his 'friends' in the world of New York's elite would drop him faster than a hooker's panties in the backseat of a car. He had never felt this type of sickness before. His jackass doctor told him it was the effects of his body going into reboot mode but he knew it was more to do with the fact the world he thought he was living in was burning up into bitter ash and revelations were hitting him faster than he could handle.

Hunter caught himself tearing up. He berated himself, as it was not something he was prone to doing and he was not happy about it. He walked further from the centre building towards a pond situated in the centre of the lawn and was resigned to spending yet another afternoon watching the fish swim around in the dank, green water. What did I do to deserve this? Someone like me should not be here. Surely dad won't force me to stay the full three months? Maybe I could bribe Dr Gardiner to write me off as a miracle patient and tell dad I'm good to go? I wonder if mom got my messages and is on her way-

'You son of a bitch!'

A black mass came out of nowhere, tackling Hunter right to the ground before he could tense his body for impact. Pain struck all the way up his side and he let out a flimsy 'Oof!' as the air was knocked straight out of his chest. The weight of a body on top of him – something which he had been sorely missing up until this point – stopped him from turning his face away from the grass. He then felt a punch to his shoulder. Then another on the centre of his collar bone. By the time a third got him deep in the gut, a baffled and now very much in pain Hunter whipped himself round to face the culprit.

Blaine's murderous eyes glared down at him. 'You ruined my career!' He snarled, with a tone so incensed that for a moment he seemed almost demonic.

Hunter's shock melted off him to make way for freezing cold hate. His lip curled up and his own growl escaped from his mouth. With a rough shove, he managed to throw Blaine off him. He then clambered upwards and dove on Blaine's back to tackle him to the ground. 'You ruined my whole life!' he roared.

From the upstairs window of the centre, patients were watching in stunned silence and partial excitement. The two young men continued to tussle and throw their fists in whatever direction they could manage. Between hits, they shouted and screamed obscenities

As Blaine stumbled to his feet, he felt a coldness on his top lip. He touched his face and was alarmed to see fresh blood; evidence of Hunter's attack on his nose. Shit! I can't go on stage tonight with my face all bruised and beaten- The fact that he was not going to be on stage that night – or any night in the foreseeable future – broke his alarmed thoughts, causing him to remember why he was there in the first place. Hunter brought about the end to his career; with a click of his manicured fingers he single-handedly took down all that Blaine had worked so hard for and would never get back. Bursting with a second wave of anger, he looked up to fight again.

Only, Hunter was already charging towards him. He was charging at an exceptional speed, too. He caught the ex-actor around the waist and tore him back. Both expected to hit hard ground.

SPLASH!

The pond water flew upwards in droplets before falling again like little emerald stones. The pond itself swallowed them whole as they fell right into its middle. For a few seconds, the vague blob-like shapes under the surface just floated around but at last they broke through the surface, gasping for air. Soaked to the bone and covered head-to-toe in algae and moss, they were both lost for proper footing and they floundered. They knocked into each other whilst water still poured from their foreheads blinding their eyes. Their hands reached for the other man but they simply grabbed air and fell forward again. Hunter was the first to smooth his product-free hair away from his face and wipe his eyes clear. His first priority might have been to try drowning Blaine, but he found himself distracted upon looking at himself covered in muck and gunk – then an uncharacteristically high scream left him once he saw the pond fish swimming around him. He kicked out wildly at them (managing to get Blaine one last time in accident with a foot to his ass) and grasped for the grassy ledge. Blaine dove for the edge opposite him and both scrambled out of the water. They then lay on the ground listening to the sound of their own gasping breaths.

That was until the sound of unrelenting laughter met their ears. Together, they lifted their heavy heads up and searched for the sounds which seemed far too familiar. Once their eyes found the culprits, both were dumbstruck.

Sebastian was doubled over, partly due to his uncontrollable laughter, which had brought tears to his eyes, but he was also trying to help up Kurt, who lay sprawled out on his stomach across the lawn seemingly choking on his own hilarity. Each time Kurt tried to pull himself up, a new wave hit and his muscles gave way. Sebastian made feeble attempts to pull him up but then, as he caught sight of Blaine and Hunter's wet and stunned faces, he snorted then howled himself down on all fours beside his boyfriend. The scene which they had come in on had been miles better than their wildest dreams. Kurt had been initially concerned when the punches had started to fly but Sebastian had kept him away, and thank God he did or else they would not have witnessed the glorious sight of Hunter Clarington and Blaine Anderson tumble heads first into a pond of dirty water.

'What is going on...?' Hunter murmured vaguely, dizzy after all that action. He looked to Blaine and then back at the two other men standing about twenty feet away near the front gate. He opened his mouth to speak again, but two members of staff from the centre ran up to his side and yanked him to his feet. Concerned for his health, they threw a series of towels on him and urged him indoors where he could get cleaned up and dried off.

That left Blaine alone to question the whole situation, his eyes bulging as he got to his feet and stormed forward towards the two men whose chuckles were only now dying off into sniggers. 'Kurt!' He shouted, his expression a mixture of anger and confusion, 'What the hell are you doing here? And with him!' Kurt glanced up at Sebastian and gave him a brief nod and smile. Sebastian returned the smile before deliberately strolling past the infuriated ex-actor to follow Hunter inside. Blaine glared at him and then back at Kurt. He drew close to him and his voice became little more than a snarl. 'If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll-'

'What?' Kurt stared at him coolly. Blaine didn't really have an answer but before he could find one Kurt continued. 'Will you join forces with Hunter Clarington again and mess with me all around the city, making me question myself and the relationship I have with Sebastian?' His tone was thoughtful, almost inquisitive. And it stole the wind straight from Blaine's sails.

Blaine stuttered and searched Kurt's face for some type of clue which would explain why he just said what he did. There was a flicker of alarmed fear at realising Kurt's question was not just a lucky stab in the dark; he knew. 'Wh-what are you talking about?' He was red in the face now, blinking at a rapid rate. 'I never-'

'Cut the crap, Blaine,' Kurt dropped his thoughtfulness, choosing now to glare. 'I know what you've been doing. I've read the text messages, I've connected the cots and I've, quite frankly, had enough. I'm just hoping the payback with that article has given you even a fraction of the pain and betrayal I've felt.' He shook his head lightly, 'How could you do all of that to me? And treat me like some piece of meat that you want to play around with, getting all possessive and conniving when someone else treats me the way you always should have?'

Realisation was dawning on the black-haired man now. A crashing wave of shame, nausea and bitterness hit him hard but he was quick to be on the defensive. 'What, with Sebastian?' He threw up his hands then swiftly shoved Kurt back. He was stronger than Kurt was and his shove almost caused the slighter of the two to fall down but Kurt managed to hold himself up. 'It was you who started the – what did you call it? – Rebound Arrangement. It was you who started the games when you paired up with him to make me jealous. I should've seen right through it at the start but I didn't expect it of you, so don't try to make me the bad guy here-'

'I did that to survive our break up, Blaine,' Kurt wasn't sure why he was feeling jittery. He had been through this discussion hundreds of times in his head and he had prepared for everything Blaine was saying. Perhaps he had forgotten how truly hurt he had been before Sebastian came along and healed him. The thought only spurred him on. 'It was a distraction, a way of keeping some self-respect which you were only too happy to strip me of. I believed your bullshit before but not now; you loved that I was drowning without you and you just sat back and watched.' With strength he had only ever displayed when thrusting Hunter away from Sebastian in that corridor so many month ago, Kurt pushed Blaine back and met his challenge head on. 'Here's the kicker: if you had thought getting back together with me after we broke up was more important than sleeping around, I'd have jumped at the chance to be with you. But you didn't. And if you had just treated me right in the first place, you'd have me now and I never would have known how perfect Sebastian is for me. But you didn't. So I guess I should thank you.'

Blaine was lost for words and honestly looked ready to lunge at Kurt as he had Hunter only minutes earlier. Kurt had prepared for that too, accepting that he isn't a fighter and that Sebastian was not around to step in, but a few punches from Blaine would do nothing to quell the notion of true victory. He steeled himself, catching the other's fists clench tightly in his peripheral vision. But Blaine was studying his face intently and did not move to hit him. Not yet, anyway. 'You thank me by destroying my career?'

'I didn't force you to say what you said to that reporter.' Kurt replied quietly, 'you did that on your own.'

'I will sue your ass, Kurt,' Blaine was growling at him now with his body so close Kurt could feel the hateful heat radiating from him. 'You and Sebastian. I can have a lawyer at my home in an hour who can squeeze every last cent from you – and I know how little you have, Kurt. If I'm going down, so are you.'

'If you're foreseeing some type of reunion back in Ohio, Blaine, I'm sorry to disappoint.' Kurt knew he shouldn't be joking but the smirk was already fighting itself onto his lips. 'You're going to stay out of our lives-' Blaine began to talk over him, scoffing at the very suggestion, but Kurt managed to overpower him, 'And if you ever try to weasel your way back in, I will take up my editor's offer to write a full and exclusive exposé on you and our relationship. And Blaine, if you thought what Joey Holden wrote about you was bad, you know nothing of what I'm capable of.' Blaine fell silent, staring at him in disbelief and slight concern, 'I wonder how America would react to knowing what you put me through – what you said, how you messed with my feelings and tried to destroy my new relationship? Forget New York; you wouldn't find a single soul in the English-speaking world to take you on.' He stalked forward, Blaine unintentionally backing up as Kurt's finger prodded his chest. 'I might only be an assistant and 'wannabe writer', as you so often called me, but I'm an assistant and wannabe writer who knows how to tear you down and has the platform to do it on.' He stopped and took a breath, straightening himself up to his full height. Never before had he given his ex any indication of what he was capable of. Blaine had always palmed him off as a nobody, so it must have come as a shock to know that Kurt was able to be a somebody. Swallowing hard, Kurt fixed him with a daring stare. 'This is the only time I'm going to warn you: leave me and Sebastian alone. If you don't, there won't be a second chance.'

With that, Kurt turned and walked back towards the car parked outside the front gate. He didn't hear Blaine come after him and, to his surprise, he knew he wouldn't.

'You son of a bitch!' Hunter cried out, struggling to get out of his seat with all the towels wrapped around his limbs. He only just managed to stop himself tumbling to the floor, leaving Sebastian peering over him with a smirk of amusement. 'You set me up. You set everything up. I'm gonna kick your ass, you piece of-!'

'Hmm, now I don't think daddy would approve of that, do you?' Sebastian pulled a face, leaning against Hunter's bedroom door frame. His words caused the most muscular man to still himself. 'You're already up shit creek after being exposed for the disappointment that you are. Can you imagine how fast you'd be out on your ass if he found out you were causing trouble at your...retreat? And with your dad's new artwork provider too.'

Hunter shook his head, not understanding, 'What the fuck are you talking ab-'

'I'm talking about the deal I made with your father just this week.' Sebastian replied bluntly. 'He's looking to expand and recreate the company's image and has chosen me as his new supplier of display pieces of art. He pays very generously and, of course, I felt a personal connection with the brand so how could I refuse?' His sarcasm was largely ignored but the message wasn't. The very idea that Sebastian was already in cahoots with his father terrified Hunter: what if Sebastian told him of all the crap he did with Blaine? His father would be disgusted – no, sickened – with his actions. For the first time ever he looked upon the artist with immense fear and wonder, something which Sebastian was fully expecting. 'He's a hard worker and appreciates people who make their own fortune, like me. And he despises what you've become. I am what he really wanted, not you.' Sebastian strolled forward and slowly leaned over Hunter, who sat frozen in his chair with droplets of water still falling from his nose. Sebastian lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. 'One word from me, Hunt, and not even a stint in a place like this will save you from complete and utter disownment.' Hunter couldn't even blink; he was unable to move his gaze from the determined green eyes boring into him. 'Now, you're going to be nice and quiet, and do your time out here. When your dad calls you back, you will return and do every-fucking-thing that man tells you to do. And Hunter,' He growled the last part, 'if you come near me or Kurt at any time for any reason...I. Will. Destroy you.'

'Mr Clarington, we've run you a nice warm bath to get you all clean again!' one of the staff members rushed into the room, breaking the intense atmosphere which had drained the place of life for several moments.

Sebastian's serious and dangerous expression was gone in an instant and was replaced with one of appreciation and joy. 'Ah, what a service you have, Hunter! C'mon, follow the nice lady and get yourself all washed up.' He unceremoniously threw the still-stunned Hunter into the waiting arms of the woman and gave them a polite wave as he left them to it. 'Hope recovery goes well,' He stalked out the room with a whistle.

'Ugh, I hate answering machines – Kurt, this is Chandler, are you home? Answer me! Henry and I are dying to know how today went so for the love of Burberry call me back or come over!'

'Don't you dare,' Sebastian caught Kurt's wrists and jerked him back when his boyfriend had moved to answer the telephone.

Breathless, Kurt fought half-heartedly against his grip but with a roll of Sebastian's hips he was lost in a world of heaven.

After suffering hours of heavy petting on the drive back home, they couldn't even make it to the bedroom. Instead, they had fallen onto the couch – Kurt straddling Sebastian's lap and rutting against him without shame – and got down to business right then and there. Kurt grabbed onto the back of the couch with both hands and squeezed his eyes tight shut. He bit back a moan, feeling Sebastian's mouth roaming his chest. Those lips sucked hard, and his teeth were merciless in their treatment of his vulnerable nipples. The moan in Kurt's throat could not be held back any longer and was released, even more desperate than it had promised to be. 'B-but they h-have to kno-ow!' Kurt's dick was trapped against Sebastian's navel where it's sickly pre-come painted his firm abs shiny. How he had planned to talk on the phone in any decent fashion was beyond either of their comprehensions.

Sebastian's hungry eyes narrowed on his, and his hands moved to grip his lover's hips hard so he could thrust himself in deep and hold the position steady. Kurt's hot body tightened around him and he was lost in the pleasure for many moments. When he recovered, he murmured 'They'll know, Kurt. You can tell them. But only after I'm done with you.' He smirked. This was their celebration, after all. The accumulation of months of hard work – both on their relationship and, in the latter stages, revenge – had paid off and at long last they had each other completely.

Kurt's instinct to argue went out the window as his sexual drive overwhelmed him. He met Sebastian's smirk in a firm, wet kiss. They swallowed each other's groans and cries with stimulated tenderness. Kurt used his grip on the couch as leverage to bring himself up to then slam back down on Sebastian's thick and welcoming cock and the hands on his hips steered him while nails dug into his skin hard enough to leave beautiful marks which they would both later admire. The thrusts were met with intervals of rocking and circling, causing the air to become hot and heavy. Sweat was rolling down from Sebastian's temples and dropping onto the leather cushion beneath them. Oh, how I used to care about messing up this couch... Their movements were becoming more erratic. Tension was building; coils tightening in their loins and the oncoming explosion was now unstoppable.

'S-Sebastian!' Kurt cried out, stars in his eyes and his back arching so far that he almost toppled onto the floor. Sebastian gasped and raised his hips; a couple more thrusts later and he was joining Kurt in a world of red-hot goodness and ecstasy. Kurt fell on top of his chest and buried his face in the crook of his neck, his body curling up around the taller man like a koala hugging its tree. Panting heavily and with blinding white still blurring his vision, Sebastian laughed and wrapped his arms around his waist. They stayed that way until their breathing evened out and their hearts were beginning to beat in calm unison.

Gingerly, Kurt slowly peeled himself away and dropped onto the couch. His hand slipped easily into Sebastian's, and the artist nuzzled into his side with his eyes closed and a small smile gracing his lips. 'I want it noted,' he began saying in a low tone, 'we are screwing in every room before we next leave the apartment.'

Kurt hummed in amusement. 'Do closets count as rooms?'

There was a slight pause. 'Yes.'

'You realise that's easily more than a dozen places you're committing to.' Kurt chuckled. He then thought about the prospect and followed it up with the comment 'Not that I'm arguing with your plan. I'm happy to thoroughly christen our home in that way.'

Sebastian's smile widened, and his nose crinkled up happily feeling Kurt's lips on his forehead. 'I told you: this is the start of a new chapter for us. One that doesn't have Blaine or Hunter. And I for one want to celebrate in the best way I know how.' It was obvious he was tired but that still didn't stop him from running his fingers up and down Kurt's bare stomach, following the delicate trail of light-coloured hairs down to graze just above his groin.

'Hmm,' Kurt closed his eyes too and leaned into his touch. 'Life without them...we'll need to find new ways of concocting drama, Sebastian, otherwise we might grow stale.'

Sebastian pouted and slapped his inner leg. 'You have no faith in us, Kurt, I'm offended. But...I've always thought a pet might be a good addition to a home.' He heard Kurt give a noise of approval. 'After we've run our sex-drives into the ground perhaps we could go adopt one of those dogs at the animal shelter-'

'Ex-cuse me?' Now it was Kurt's turn to slap Sebastian on his stomach, causing the other man to jerk up and open his eyes.

'Geez, Kurt, I was kidding!' Sebastian grabbed his wrist before he could deliver another surprisingly stinging slap. 'Our sex life will be fine-'

'We are not getting a dog.' Kurt responded with conviction. 'We're getting a cat. And we're going to name him Hepburn.'

Sebastian rose up from cuddling into him and stared down, apparently scandalised. 'No way!' He then slowly began to crawl onto Kurt's lap, pinning him against the couch. Kurt tried to keep his mastered glare on the mark but he was struggling to do so with his lips straining against his smile. 'I already have one prissy, smug, slinking prince in my home, I don't want another. And I refuse to call our dog 'Hepburn' – I gotta call that name out when I take her walking around Central Park!'

'Well, then, I guess we're at a stalemate,' Kurt crossed his arms and turned his head to look off. He wished he wasn't so obviously close to laughing; it was undermining his assertion.

He then felt a hot tongue run up his exposed neck. He melted instantly. 'Tell you what,' Sebastian murmured deliberately in his ear, 'If you can stay quiet for the next twenty seconds,' He ran his nails down Kurt's chest. 'we get a cat. If you make even one sound,' His teeth bit lightly on Kurt's ear lobe and the resulting shiver beneath him caused him to smirk, 'we get a dog.' Kurt was squirming already, biting on his bottom lip and squeezing his eyes shut again – a futile effort to ignore what was happening to him. 'Starting...now.'

Kurt did not last five seconds.

Several Months Later

The Frisbee soured through the air, cutting the wind with a whistle. A two-year-old German Shepherd named Hep (full name: Hepburn Mark Antony) caught it between his teeth in mid-leap before trotting back to his owners who were lounging under a large tree in the park. Sebastian paused in his stroking Kurt's back in order to throw the Frisbee again.

It was a stunning Sunday afternoon; perfect for a little sunbathing with his boyfriend. He glanced down at Kurt, who could have passed off as being asleep if it weren't for his fingers toying with the blades of grass. The artist chuckled to himself. He thought about how peaceful and 'right' the past few months had been. He hadn't known it until recently, but after putting the 'Ex-Boyfriend Drama' behind them, a large part of him had been nervous, if not scared, that without Blaine and Hunter acting as the enemy he and Kurt might have hit a snag or something with no other distraction to keep them banded together as one. As it turned out, he needn't have worried. It hadn't occurred to him how much stress and energy their exes had been sapping from them until they found themselves free and suddenly able to live their lives to the fullest as a couple. He thoughtfully considered the two men neither of them had heard a peek from since their final confrontation: friends had told them that Hunter was still under his father's heavy surveillance and back to living in his family's home with a severely restricted allowance. It seemed his Mr Clarington was quite set on making a hard-working man out of his son, having him work full-time at the New York office as a lackey. Blaine was only doing marginally better: after being rejected from every theatre in town, the determined actor was struggling to piece together his own show with whatever desperate Thespians he could corner. If you had a spare five dollars and didn't mind venturing through a few bad neighbourhoods to get to the venue for a weeknight performance, there were probably worse things a person could do on a slow night. It seemed like years since Sebastian had last seen Hunter and Blaine, not just a few months.

Did either of them ever think the relationship Sebastian had with Kurt would have fallen apart by now? Was there a little part in their hearts which still clung to the possibility that they would crash and burn over time? Sebastian didn't know, and then found he did not care. He leaned over and kissed Kurt's cheek. We're better suited than anyone thought.

'By the way,' Kurt turned his head a little when Sebastian spoke to him. The artist nestled down before continuing. 'Your dad called this morning while you were in the shower. He was asking when we're next back in Ohio so he can arrange that fishing trip, and I told him probably the week after we get back from Paris. Does that sound right?'

Kurt opened his eyes and gazed up at him. The sun was still bright, causing his pupils to grow small but that only meant his dazzling blue eyes could take centre stage. 'This is the same fishing trip I wasn't invited to go on, yes?'

'Uh, I didn't think you liked fishing...'

'I don't.' Kurt confirmed, grinning, 'Don't worry; I'm relieved. But also stunned that we have reached this miraculous moment in history in which my dad calls you up like some lovestruck teenage girl hoping their date hasn't cancelled on them.'

Sebastian narrowed his gaze. 'I hope you aren't complaining about me finally getting along with your dad, Kurt-'

'Not at all, honey. You know I'm kidding.' Kurt gave his cheek a patronising pet and then looked away from him, giggling.

Confused, Sebastian gently held his waist and tugged on him. 'What are you sniggering at?'

'Nothing, I'm just...thinking.' A few moments later and Kurt twisted around on the grass so he could prop himself up on his elbow and look at his boyfriend fully. 'I mean...things have changed, right? Only months ago we were still dealing with Hunter and Blaine. And...life has been pretty sensational since then.'

Understanding that they had been on a similar wave length, Sebastian grinned back. 'And not one single snag. We're stronger than we thought.' He stole a kiss. 'Another thing: happy anniversary.'

Kurt cocked an eyebrow. 'Anniversary? What anniversary would that be?'

Sebastian pretended to be offended, though he was not surprised at the question. 'Why, our first year anniversary, idiot. A year ago today, you crashed my art show at the gallery and hooked me into this charming little agreement which saw me go from prime-time bachelor to full-time boyfriend.' He shrugged, 'It's also the anniversary of the death of my handsome promiscuity but I felt like that was of lesser importance.'

Kurt gawked, thinking of the date and realising he was right. 'Whoa, that was a year ago?' He shook his head and lay back on the grass, dumbstruck. 'Happy...anniversary – Really? It's been a whole year?' Sebastian laughed at his reaction and urged Kurt onto his side so he could cuddle into his back. 'I wish you had told me before, I'd have got Chandler to set up a romantic scene in our apartment and used it to surprise you-'

'I got you a present.' Sebastian cut in. That drew Kurt's attention immediately and he tried to turn back but Sebastian held him in place. 'I'll let you in on a secret,' He whispered, his amusement evident in his voice, 'it's in my pocket.'

At once Kurt rolled his eyes and cringed. 'What-? No!'

Sebastian nudged him a little. 'C'mon, Kurt – reach into my pocket.'

Kurt crossed his arms and hoped that he could see his actions. 'Sebastian, I am not doing that to you in a public park with families and kids around. Not again.'

'If you love me, Kurt Hummel, you will reach into my pocket.'

'Se-bas-tian!' The slighter man moaned in despair, already looking around the area for witnesses. He hated it when his boyfriend used the 'If you love me...' line. Try as he might, Kurt could never ignore it. Even when what he was asked to do could get them arrested... Against his better judgement, he sneakily snaked his hand behind him to Sebastian's pants pocket. He tried not to take offence when he realised the usual 'present' which typically waited for him in Sebastian's pants did not seem to be ready. Instead, there was a sharp knock on his knuckles as they collided with an actual object. He paused, wondering if perhaps this time Sebastian meant what he said and that he really did get him something. He clutched and carefully slid it out. Before he could set eyes on it, Kurt knew he was holding some type of box. Upon bringing it up to his own face, he realised it was far more than he had expected.

Tiffany & Co

The curved, luxurious writing on the underside of the jewellery box was enough to make Kurt's heart both stop, skip a beat and almost burst from his chest all at once. His hands began to shake but the rest of him was frozen. 'Kurt,' Sebastian whispered in his ear, bringing his head up to rest on Kurt's. He slowly reached both arms around him and took the box, opening it. There was a brief pause. 'Will you marry me?'

The ring shone brightly in the sunlight; a platinum band with a bold cross-hatched central section – the ring of Kurt's dreams if he had ever allowed himself to fantasise of such things. It sat perfectly in its black velvet pouch awaiting Kurt's answer. Lost for words, Kurt tried focusing on breathing. It wouldn't be handy to pass out at a time like this. Sebastian's warm cheek on his, the way his free arm was already hugging him lightly, his thumb rubbing circles on his side – everything felt so intimate and the whole world seemed to fall away around them so they could be alone in this moment. Knowing he was either about to cry or explode, Kurt gave his answer. 'Yes. Yes, yes, one million times yes-' He was cut off by lips attacking his and the taste of Sebastian graced his tongue as the taller man moved to straddle him. Oh my god, I'm engaged. I'm...engaged! I can't believe- Hold on! Kurt forced Sebastian off him roughly. The artist stared down at him in question, dazed, ecstatic and marginally concerned at the sudden interruption in their celebration. Kurt pouted. 'Put the ring on my finger before you claim your prize, idiot,'

A smile broke out on Sebastian's face, followed by laughter. He moved to straddle Kurt and slipped the ring out of the box. Kurt eagerly held up his hand, waving it under Sebastian's nose until it was caught and the band was sliding gracefully down his finger.

It was a perfect fit.

A.N. So...that's the soppy end, my friends. Okay, I will admit it: I got emotional writing this final chapter. That's what I get for getting overly invested. Still, thank you so much for reading and I can only hope this was the kind of ending you were looking for. Let me know below and I look forward to starting Funny Games asap. Love you, Gleeks!