Author's Notes: This is just kind of setting the stage for all of this. I wanted to set up the whole thing about how Sebastian becomes a parent, and how he feels about it at first. I know Kurt isn't in it a lot yet, but he will be in the next chapter, I promise. As for updates, I'm not sure when they'll be happening. It took me about 10 hours in total to write this (mainly because I was distracted, but whatever) and I'm expecting for other chapters to be a bit longer, so we'll see. Also, in a couple of days, I'm going on a 2 week vacation. I will try to update at least once before that, and I'll be writing other chapters while driving around, so look out for those when I get back. You can follow me on Tumblr for progress on all of my fics. Alright, I'm going to shut up now. Happy Reading!

That moment in Sebastian Smythe's was one of those moments that can be divided into countless ways, despite the fact it was merely a tiny, insignificant fragment in the late spring morning. To him, the moment was pivotal, and the chances of forgetting such a thing like that could be compared to that of winning the lottery, terribly unlikely if not altogether impossible to forget.

To anyone else, it was hardly noticeable and could barely be described as a moment at all. All he was doing was answering the phone, anyway. It could soon be cast to the shadows of one's mind; the part that locked away distant relatives' birthdays and lessons of long division that were taught in school.

They were ebbed away until they became nothing at all, not even a whisper of facts, but just a vast emptiness until you pick up something else to be collected and promptly forgotten.

Sebastian kept this mind set for a long time. Simple actions like that of answering a phone call could possibly be life changing. There was no way. Not even the day he got a call from his brother-in-law that his sister had gone into labor was anything that could change everything for him. He just became an uncle, and though he felt a bit important with that title, his niece didn't change his life in the slightest.

In his mind, nothing important ever happened to him. There were never those significant shifts in moments. He never thought there were, but Sebastian had plenty of them.

There was the shift when he was sent to Paris, and he started picking up his habits of drinking, and clubbing, and fucking randoms.

There was the shift when he met Kurt Hummel at the quaint coffee shop in Lima, Ohio. That led to him having a permanent fuck buddy, and someone he could throw insults at and have them flung right back at him.

But Kurt wasn't all that important to him, really. He refused to think so, anyway. Sure, he was a good person to have around at times, and certainly a good fuck, but nothing more.

Those were some of the many that he had, but Sebastian refused to recognize them as such, and shoved them into the back of his mind with the long division.

But this moment… this moment would be one that he would be forced to recognize. It would be the moment where he would find love in so many ways, and be forced to grow up a little bit faster.

It would be the moment where he became a father.

If Sebastian Smythe imagined when and where his life would start to change drastically, he wouldn't have ever imagined it to be here. Not in his bedroom overlooking New York, as a few drops of mist clung to the window from the downpour the night before. No, definitely not here, and certainly not at this ungodly hour.

His cell phone vibrated violently against the nightstand, and blasted Beautiful, Dirty, Rich, which he immediately regretted saving as his ringtone. Usually he would just let it go to voicemail, but it's incessant ringing and vibrating was making his head pound. He was awake now anyway, so he might as well pick it up. He grabbed it, and rubbed his eyes before checking the caller ID.

It was his father.

His father who never called him. His father who was well aware of his sleeping habits, and had the common sense enough not to disturb him while he was asleep. His father who only called in an emergency.

Suddenly his whole body went into hyper-drive, and he quickly held the phone to his ear. To say he was worried would be an understatement.

"Hello?" Sebastian said, his voice scratchy, and full of worry.

"Sebastian," His fathers voice was deep, and it was scratchy too. Sebastian couldn't quite pinpoint the tone in his voice, but it sounded like he had been crying.

"What happened?" he asked, skipping the formalities. On the other end he could hear his mother sniffling in the background, and his father sighed deeply before replying.

"There was an accident,"

Sebastian froze as questions clouded his thoughts: What kind of accident? Was everyone okay? What happened? Before he could ask anything, his father started speaking again.

"Mel and Dave got into a car accident last night. We flew over here once we got the call from Lea, who was with them during the accident. We're at Memorial." Sebastian decided that in all of his years of life he had never heard his father sound so sad before.

He finally decided to give up on asking questions when his father wouldn't answer, and insisted he made his way to the hospital. Within fifteen minutes he was dressed and hailing a cab, ignoring the raindrops that started dripping on his head.

He wasn't aware the second he walked out of his apartment and into the busy streets of the city, that that would be the last time that he be alone in there. Next time he'd be in his apartment, he'd be balancing a baby on his hip, as well as holding the weight of a new beginning on his shoulders.

When he gets to the hospital, he is greeted with sad smiles and hugs. His mother tired to dismiss the problem at hand, and muse about how it had been so long since she had seen Sebastian last, and how grown up he looked, and if he had a boyfriend.

She seemed to be extra interested in his love life at the moment, which made Sebastian wonder why she decided that the best moment to be so curious about it was when her daughter was severely injured and unconscious in the other room.

Once he escaped her grasp, he made his way into the room where Melanie and her husband lay. His heart broke at the sight of them, covered in bruises and scrapes, and casts and bandages. His niece, Olivia, sat in his father's lap, while he talked with a man in a suit and a briefcase. The two men looked up at him when he entered the room.

"Dad, what's going on?" he asked, giving the dapper looking man a pointed glare. He always held a grudge towards people like him, being surrounded by them all his life.

"Son, this is Mel's lawyer," the man stood up and plastered a smile on his face, holding out his hand for Sebastian to shake. He raised an eyebrow before shaking it, wondering why in the Hell there was a lawyer here.

"Dudley Grover, Attorney at Law," he introduced himself, shaking his hand roughly. His voice was all cheery, but Sebastian couldn't see a reason why he should sound happy at the moment. He didn't bother to introduce himself before looking back at his dad.

"What's going on?" he repeated, more insistent this time. He motioned for him to sit down next to him, while the little girl in his arms made grabby hands at him and babbled something that sounded like his name, but he couldn't tell.

Sebastian sat down, and crossed his arms over his chest, titling his chin up a little as if to say 'I'm listening'.

Soon enough he was given all of the information he needed, and some he didn't. Apparently the two were in such a bad condition, and lost so much blood, and injured too many vital organs, that they wouldn't make it through the night. And that's why the lawyer was here.

Apparently in Mel's will, if something happened to her and Dave, that Sebastian would have full legal guardianship over Olivia. He remembered when they had agreed to that right after she was born, but none of them thought anything would happen to them, especially so soon, anyway.

And at that moment, it felt like his whole world was falling apart around him. He was losing his best friend, and becoming a parent all at once. He felt like he could throw up. It seemed like everything was coming at him all at once, and he was being crushed under all the pressure.

He felt disgusted when he was being forced to sign the paperwork before any of them knew if they would end up surviving. Everyone had already given up on them, but Sebastian hadn't.

He wanted them to pull through. Not only for the sake of them being alive, or for his own sake, - he still wasn't very keen on the idea of being a father, but he would do it if he had to - but for Olivia's sake.

She still wasn't very old, so she probably wouldn't ever remember her parents. He hated that she couldn't, because they were the best parents that any little girl could have asked for. But he wasn't sure how he'd be able to raise her on his own.

That was when he realized why his mom was so interested in if he had a boyfriend or not. She knew about him having to be a parent, but she also knew he couldn't do it alone. Sure, he wasn't going to deny that, but he still felt bad that even his own mother had lost faith in him.

His parent's assured him that they'd help whenever they could. They were planning on upgrading his shoebox of an apartment to a penthouse so he had more room for her, and some room for them whenever they came to visit.

But even the promise of that, and for them to increase his allowance, he still was uneasy about the whole thing. What if he wasn't capable enough of raising a kid? What if he messed up her life somehow?

Sebastian never thought he'd ever be thinking about this. He never thought of fatherhood. He never considered the possibility of someone putting up with him enough to be with him and have a kid together. Not that he wanted it or anything.

He didn't tie himself down to anyone. He went clubbing, and he fucked randoms, and he partied until all hours of the night. He looked down at the little girl squirming around in his arms, and it hit him that he had to give up all of that.

Sure, it would still take him a long time to be able to accept that, but he'd get there eventually. He knew what he had to do. Sort of.

His parents hadn't been gone for five minutes to go get them food, when Sebastian already felt like he was going crazy. That kid did not want to stay still, or quiet either. She squirmed out of his arms and ran around the room. She seemed to find making Sebastian chase her around, because she started giggling and sprinting faster.

"You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" she chanted. The young man stopped to take a breath. He wasn't used to doing this even after doing it during his occasional visits. She stopped too, turning around and sticking her tongue out at him while wiggling her hips and placing her hands on either side of her head. "Neener neener neener!"

Sebastian smiled mischievously and took of running at her. She didn't get to run any further when he scooped her up into her arms and blew a raspberry into her tummy, making her giggle and squirm.

"Sebby!" she squealed. Sebastian smiled softly at her and sat back down, laying her down across his lap. He moved a few pieces of hair out of her face, and sighed. He had no idea what he was going to do with this kid. He had no idea how to be a father. Well, he knew to an extent.

He had to feed her, make sure she goes to sleep, buy her toys to keep her occupied, and that's it, right? Or did he have to take her on a walk or something too?

Yeah, he had no idea what he was doing.

The two stayed in a comfortable silence while Olivia drifted off to sleep, and Sebastian continued to figure out everything in his head when a shrill, long beep comes from one of the monitors. The long beep that doesn't seem to stop, and carries the same tune. It carries something else too.

Death.

That sound is the tell-tale sign that someone's dead. Sebastian's head whips up when he hears it, when the other monitor in the room makes the same sound. And just like that, they're both gone.

It would have been a tragically romantic moment, where two lovers can't live without each other, so they die together, but Sebastian didn't care to think so. He knew his sister would have fallen in love with the prospect, but she wasn't here to, but Sebastian was. He had just watched two very important people die right in front of him, with their daughter asleep in his lap.

Or… his daughter now.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the time.

It is 4:13 and Sebastian Smythe is now officially a father.

That is the moment in time when everything starts to hit him all at once, and he feels like his heart has been ripped out of his chest. His shoulders start to feel heavy, as the back of his throat starts to sting while he holds back tears. And of course, that becomes the perfect moment for the child in his lap to wake up.

She fell asleep having two parents, and now she has waken up having only one. One that has only been her uncle Sebby for the past three years of her life, and one that is now her dad.

Sebastian doesn't know how he can break the news to the toddler, so he says nothing. He lets the tears well up in his eyes as Olivia yawns and looks around, confusedly. She notices the painfully sad expression on his face, and frowns. She doesn't say a word as she sits up and throws her arms around his neck, hugging him tight as tight as a three year old can.

He wonders if she understand why he's like this. Maybe that's why she didn't say anything. Well, she understood something at least. She could tell when someone is sad, and when someone is sad, you give them a hug. He hoped she didn't understand what the long beeping noise was, and what it meant. He rubbed her back gently as he let a few tears escape.

Sebastian Smythe never cried. He never had the reason to cry, and if he did, he didn't get all weepy and emotional over it. But this was different. His sister and best friend had passed on, and now he had to raise her kid for her. He wonders if wherever she is, she's happy that he's the one that gets to take care of Olivia now that she's gone. He also wondered whether or not she could hear, or sense anything. He hoped one of the last things she heard was the sound of her daughter giggling.

"Don' cry, Sebby." a little voice pleaded as she pulled away, looking into his eyes with all seriousness but her lip quivered a bit as if she was about to cry too. Sebastian gave her a broken smile as warm tears flowed down his cheeks. He tried his best not to break down into a fit of sobs in front of her. He didn't want her first impression of him as a dad was of him being weak. Dads are supposed to be strong, right?

After a while, his parents came in to see the two lifeless bodies and their son with their granddaughter. A few nurses came in to talk to them about what they were going to do with them while Sebastian talked to Olivia.

"You like pink, huh?" he asked, his voice full of cheer despite how shitty he felt. He didn't even want to sound excited about the prospect that his house would soon be filled with pink.

"Yeah! 'N I like princesses!" she exclaimed, smiling and pretending like nothing happened. Though in her little world, everything was just hunky dory. Sebastian only wished he could say the same.

"Oh yeah? Who's your favorite princess?" he asked, not aware of his parent's presence or the fact that his mother was beaming at the two.

"'Punzel!" she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world as she gestured to her Repunzel shirt. "I like dinosaurs too!"

"Dinosaurs?" Sebastian gasped dramatically. Soon he heard the sound of awkward coughing from his father, and they both looked at him. He felt his face start to heat up when he realized people were watching him. He didn't usually act like that. But this girl seemed to change his whole attitude.

His mother glared at his father for ruining the 'preciousness', as she put it, and decided to speak up.

"I think it's time to go."

Sebastian nodded and hoisted Olivia onto his hip and kissed her forehead before following his elders out of the hospital and to the parking lot. Thankfully they stopped at Mel's house beforehand and grabbed Olivia's carseat. They put it into Sebastian's car, and they drove off to their house in the outskirts of Boston.

The next few hours were spent attempting to put the toddler to sleep, and making arrangements. He'd have to stay in this house for a couple of days while they moved all of his stuff from his apartment into his new penthouse, as well as some of Olivia's things from here. His parents were going to stay here, for reasons he wasn't sure of. It would be so much easier just to have Sebastian live here and keep everything here, but he wasn't about to decline a penthouse.

After a while everything was finally setting in with him. He was starting to accept that he had to be a dad for Olivia, and that everything would turn out okay. At least for a while. Lord only knows when he would fuck up in the long run. But he didn't want to think about that. He only wanted to think about how badass of a dad he was going to try to be.

Well, he would have been thinking about it, but his thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. He involuntarily swallowed thickly, his heart racing. He wasn't going to take any chances with phone calls anymore. Anything could happen.

He glanced at the caller ID and saw the face of none other than Kurt Hummel. Great. Someone else to ruin his mood. Now, Kurt wasn't all that bad nowadays. But in high school, he was always a pain in his side. Yet again, when he was around Kurt then, he was always in a shitty mood, and he was now. So that would make this phone call worse.

"Hey," he answered, scrubbing a hand over his face as his mother came in with the little girl and played with her on the floor beside him.

"Hey. Where are you? I thought you wanted me to come over tonight to try something,"

Fuck. He totally forgot about that. What was he going to tell Kurt?

Oh, sorry I couldn't make it, my sister and her husband died and now I'm staying at their house with my niece who is actually my daughter now. Maybe another time though.

Yeah, that certainly wasn't going to happen.

"I'm over at my sister's house," was all he decided to say.

"Why?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Why did Kurt even care.

"There was an accident," he said, biting his lip. The wound of the whole thing was still fresh, and he wasn't about to make it worse.

Kurt didn't speak for a few moments. "I… Is everyone okay?" he asked. Kurt knew about his family. They had talked about them before, but he never met him. He probably wouldn't even care about this.

"Listen, Kurt," he paused when Olivia ran to him, and glomped him. He smiled smally and kept her laying on his chest why they lay on the floor. "I don't really want to talk about it right now. I'll talk to you later,"

"Okay," Kurt said quietly. Sebastian sighed and hung up, setting his phone aside while Olivia sat up on his stomach.

"Who that, Sebby?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. He really was hoping that she already went through the phase where she asked questions every five seconds.

"That was a friend of mine," he said, feeling his stomach swoop a little at calling him his friend, though he didn't know why.

"Was she momma friend?" Sebastian's face immediately fell, and he sat up, leaning on the couch for support as he moved her to his lap.

"No," he smirked once he realized that she said she instead of he. Kurt Hummel even sounded like a girl to the three year old. "That was a boy, actually." Out of the corner of his eye he could see his mother's face light up.

"He your boyfrien'?" she asked, wide eyed and smiling her adorable little smile. Sebastian laughed at the prospect. "Yeah, Sebastian, is he your boyfriend?" his mother pushed as she scooted closer to him. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the two.

"No, he is not my boyfriend," he smirked just thinking about it. Kurt Hummel as his boyfriend? There was no way. They were polar opposites. Sure, there was no denying that he was great in bed, but they would drive each other crazy after a day. Besides, Sebastian didn't date. He had fuck buddies, and that was all.

He wondered if he and Kurt could be that anymore after all of this. He was surprisingly disappointed by that. If anything else, he wanted to keep this thing up with Kurt. There was something about him that made Sebastian want to keep him around.

Besides, he assumed it wouldn't be best if he had rough sex with somebody while his daughter was in the next room.

It still felt weird calling Olivia his daughter. Considering himself as a father. He never expected this change to come so quickly. One moment he got a phone call, the next moment he became the legal guardian of his niece.

He was still feeling a bit uneasy about the whole thing. It still made him want to cry until he couldn't cry anymore. But he didn't have a moment to himself to do so, and he figured he probably wouldn't ever get to have any privacy with a kid in the house, and his parents constantly checking up on him.

He didn't think about anyone else checking on him, or actually caring. Sebastian didn't have any friends, not really. And he assumed being all grown up and responsible would drive those so called friends he hung out with at the local clubs. But he didn't care. He never had anyone, so why should he have anyone now?

Somewhere in the back of his mind, and a tiny part of his heart were telling him that he wanted someone. He wanted someone to help him out, and be there for him. But he swore a long time ago that he wouldn't depend on anyone else. That always ended badly.

It ended badly for him then, and it would end badly for him now. He had a constant reminder of that lingering over his head all of the time.

But he wouldn't let that get in his way like he did in the past. He knew how to handle it. He didn't do romantic feelings. He didn't do romantics. And that was all for the best, he assumed. For him, and for Olivia.

Sebastian watched her as she waddled around the room, feeling his heart swell at the sight of her looking as happy as ever.

He decided that yes, it would be best for her too. The two of them could depend on each other to get through everything. That was when he truly realized how scared he was to have something so fragile and so delicate to have to depend on him.

Him, Sebastian Smythe, who only cared about himself, and no one else.

God, he was so screwed.

Additional Author's Notes: Feel free to review or send me a message on Tumblr and tell me your thoughts! There will be more Kurtbastian interaction, and more of the whole plot will be set up in the next chapter!