I discovered the Kurtbastian ship on Tumblr and I have falled in love! So I decided to try my hand at it with this little two part fic inspired by the movie The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel for the Elderly and Beautiful.

Enjoy! :) Hopefully I haven't ruined Kurtbastian forever. Let me know one way or the other.

I don't own Glee.

Until We Meet Again

Part 1

Kurt, at the age of 72, decided to leave his apartment in New York and return to his childhood home in Ohio. Why? Some thought he wanted to settle down somewhere calm before death reached him. Others thought he would want to return to where his father and mother were laid to rest, and other sentimentalities were held. Kurt certainly had an important reason for his abrupt life upheaval, but not a single person could guess his motivation…

"We'll move to New York together! We'll be free!" Kurt suggested. His young face burst into a grin as he held his lover's hands. "We'll no longer have the prejudices of Ohio or your family to overcome. We can be together, Sebastian. Think about it. New York doesn't care about homosexuals the way most do."

"Kurt, I have my obligations to think about. I have to stay here and run the family business." Sebastian responded solemnly. Kurt raised a single eyebrow skeptically.

"You've never let obligations stop you before." Their eyes met in a heated stare; they each searched for something within the eyes of the other. Reassurance, stability, love.

"Okay." Sebastian acceded softly with a grin. "We'll go." Kurt squealed in delight and wrapped his arms around the taller boy's shoulders.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." And they kissed. Little did they know they were being watched.

When Kurt arrived in the Cleveland airport, he realized he had no clue where he was staying. He and his father had lived in a side house on the Smythe's property. Kurt's father was dead, and he had no other friends he could stay with, no connection to Ohio besides the phantom touch of a past lover.

Kurt sat on the bench of the airport terminal and looked out at the plane he had just left. He asked himself why he came, what he thought he could accomplish by going back.

"Hiya, Mister!" A youngster giggled as he ran to sit next to Kurt. He smiled up at the old man, kicking his legs back and forth in the air. Kurt looked at the boy strangely.

"Hello. How are you, young man?"

"I'm super duper awesome! How are you, Mister?" The boy grinned, gesticulating on every word. Kurt smiled fondly and looked out the terminal window once more as though searching for the answer.

"I'm a little lost…" he replied slowly, deep in thought. "But I'm fine." Kurt then turned to the little boy, once again engaged in their conversation. "What's your name, kid?"

"Blaine!" He cheered, waving his arms about.

"Where are your parents?" The boy's face fell and he bit his lip.

"I-I don't know! My big brother, Coop, is coming home from Yew Nork and we were waiting for him together and now we're not…" Blaine stopped kicking his legs, and looked up at Kurt sadly. "Mister, will… will you help me find my family?"

"Family is the most important aspect of my life, Kurt. And you are my family. Always remember that."

"I will." And they exchanged 'I love you's before falling asleep in each other's arms under the stars.

Kurt shook his head, chasing the memory away. "Of course, kiddo." He stood up slowly, inwardly cursing his old body. He began to hobble in the direction of airport security when Blaine grabbed his hand. Kurt smiled down at the boy as the kid jammed the thumb of his other hand into his mouth.

The two of them finally reached the security office after some mild confusion and a stop to get Blaine a lollipop. Kurt slowly approached one of the guards sitting at the desk and cleared his throat. The man lifted his head up and gave Kurt a suspicious look.

"What do you need?" he asked roughly.

Kurt motioned towards Blaine and said, "I found this boy named Blaine around terminal 5. He's not mine. He's looking for his parents." The guard glanced at Blaine and started typing at the computer in front of him.

"What's your full name, boy?" Blaine hid behind Kurt's leg, scared by the man's abrasive tone and face. Kurt smiled down at the boy and set a comforting hand on his head.

"Blaine, the nice man needs to know your last name." Blaine took the lollipop out of his mouth, trailing a bit of spit with it, and mumbled his last name quietly. "You'll have to speak up a bit, sweetheart."

"I'm Blaine Smythe."

"One day I want to be Kurt Hummel-Smythe," Kurt whispered into Sebastian's skin as they basked in the afterglow of making love. Their bare skin pressed together under a thin sheet in the privacy of Sebastian's bedroom while no one else was home. They had hours to spend doing nothing, or everything, together.

"And I'll be Sebastian Hummel-Smythe as well, I suppose?" Sebastian enquired somewhat indulgently.

"Of course." Kurt smiled and nuzzled Sebastian affectionately. He longed for the day in the future when such a thing could actually happen. He longed for a future when two men in love was socially acceptable period.

"What's your birth date?" The guard asked gruffly. Before Kurt could ask Blaine when his birthday was, a shrill female voice came screeching down the corridor accompanied by the sound of tapping heels.

"BLAAAAIIIIIINNNNNNNE! BLLLLLAAAIIINNNNNEE!" A tall, slim, brunette woman flew into the doorway, and almost ran into Kurt. She turned frantically to the man sitting at the desk.

"Have you seen my son? His name is Blaine Smythe. He is about this tall," she gestured at about waist height, "has curly black hair, and has an incessant need to stick his thumb in his mouth."

"Mommy!" Blaine yelled from behind Kurt at the sight of his mother. He ran over to her on his short legs and grabbed one of hers, yanking on it to get her attention. "Mommy!"

"Oh, baby! I've missed you! Where did you run off to, munchkin?" She asked. She lifted him into her arms and nuzzled him. Blaine giggled and pointed toward Kurt.

"This nice Mister over here boughted me a lollipop and founded you!" He smiled adorably at his mom. "You should say thank you." His mother laughed and nodded her head in agreement. She took a few steps in Kurt's direction and took one hand from Blaine's back to shake Kurt's hand.

"Hello. I'm Samantha Smythe. Thank you so much for finding my son. I was so worried." Kurt studied the woman's face, and tried to convince himself any similarities between her and... were just coincidences. Kurt coughed slightly.

"Kurt Hummel." They woman's face fell momentarily before a big smiled was plastered on it once again.

"My old house keeper's son's name was Kurt Hummel. I never met him, though. I just heard stories." And there it was. The proof Kurt needed to know Samantha was a descendant of… Sebastian. "Burt Hummel was his name. Have you heard of him?" She asked. Kurt nodded solemnly. "Oh, so you were related."

"My dad." The two adults remained silent as Blaine started to sing a made up song about how much he liked lollipops. The guard at the desk looked up to them, irritated, and asked them forcefully to leave.

"Kurt, why don't you come with me? I have someone whom I think would like to see you…" Samantha suggested. Kurt shrugged his shoulders, a feeling of dread and anticipation consuming him.

"I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Sebastian, you're my home. If I didn't have you, I'd have nothing. You are my everything. I'll stay with you forever, for I have nowhere else to go." Kurt kissed the other boy sweetly and slowly.

"I love you, Kurt."

"I love you, too."