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Sebastian tore the last page off of the "Smytheberry" Countdown Calendar with a smile. It was decorated with bright colors, balloons and confetti drawn around the words "Moving Day!" His heart leapt as he traced his fingers over the letters.

"Seb! Where are you?! If you think I'm going to carry your things up these stairs-"

Sebastian rolled his eyes and jogged out of their bedroom. Rachel was standing in the middle of their living room, her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently. Boxes and furniture lay askew around their empty space, surrounding her irritable form. He ignored her glare and waved the page in her face.

"We finally made it, pretty girl."

Rachel bit her lip through a smile and took the paper from him. She read the words over then pressed it against her heart. Their parents and friends were downstairs, helping them take the rest of their things out of the moving van. They were alone for the first time in twenty-four hours, and though they knew someone would be up to interrupt them soon, she was euphoric enough not to care. Sebastian caught her in a hug when she lunged forward and smashed their lips together. He stumbled back into the wall with a bark of laughter. Unable to stop himself, he picked her up and flung them both onto the couch a few feet away. His hands were just about to tear her shirt off when they heard someone clear their throat at the door.

"Can't you wait until we're gone to christen the apartment?" Blaine snorted.

Mrs. Smythe stood behind him, glowering at her son. "Sebastian Smythe, you get off poor Rachel and come downstairs to help with the heavy lifting."

Sebastian gaped at them, then scowled. "She jumped me!" Mrs. Smythe clicked her tongue, marched in, and twisted his ear. "Ow! O-ow, shit, mom! Let go!" She pulled him up by his lobe, pinching him harder despite his pleas. "Jesus Christ! What the hell?!"

"You would blame your libido on poor Rachel?!" she spat.

"Why do you always call her that?! She's worse than I am!"

"Sebastian," Rachel gasped. He turned to her and saw the mischief in her eyes. She wouldn't dare… "I understand you're a bit frustrated right now, but to make me look like I was keeping you from helping everyone out?"

It was all the woman needed to hear. She shrieked and shoved Sebastian into the hallway. "Why she puts up with you, I'll never know!"

"Mom!"

Rachel giggled cheekily when the Smythes disappeared while Kurt came in through the door. "That was so mean, Rachel," Blaine scolded, though he couldn't hide his amusement.

She waved it off dismissively. "He knows I'll make up for it tonight with wild, freaky sex. Is everything out of the van?"

Kurt gave her a thumbs up. "Your dads are already heading back to U-Haul to drop the truck off. Thad and Sam are coming up with some more of your stuff. So, what'd you do to Sebastian this time?"

"Let his mom think he tried to molest me instead of carry boxes up," she said casually.

He scoffed, bending down in front of the mirror leaning against the wall. "I don't understand Mama Smythe How can she be so blind to how evil and mischievous you are?"

"I made her 'whore of a son' settle down," Rachel stated flatly. "I could kill a man in front of her and she'd still swear I did no wrong. And I'm not evil!"

"I don't know, Rachie," said Blaine over Kurt's mutterings of how she didn't deny her lecherous towards Sebastian. "That was pretty horrible what you did. He's gonna get an earful from her now."

"And again, I'll more than make up for it tonight," she answered brightly. Just then, Thad and Sam came into the apartment, panting as they carried her armoire in. "Careful!" she shouted when they dropped it with a thud. Thad gave her a disbelieving yelp and Sam huffed indignantly.

"I'd like to see you carry that up five flights of stairs!" the blond argued. "We could barely hold it up anymore!"

"Seriously," Thad groaned. "Of all the apartment buildings in New York, you two decided on the one that didn't have an elevator."

Rachel turned her nose up at them and went to Blaine, who threw a supportive arm around her waist. "I'm going to ignore your negativity because nothing can get me down today. We just graduated. Sebastian and I are finally moving in together. I've been called to audition for three different shows-"

"Wicked," Sam interrupted.

Thad rolled his eyes. "And the Guys and Dolls Revival."

"And Wicked," Sam said again.

"And The Fantasticks!" Kurt squealed excitedly, missing the sarcasm in Sam and Thad's tones.

"And did she tell you guys about Wicked?"

Rachel slapped the both of them when they neared her. "Jerks," she grumbled. Sebastian walked in next with a box in his arms, his mother behind him with a much smaller one in hers. "Sebastian! Thad and Sam are making fun of my auditions!"

He narrowed his gaze at her, ready to spit an annoyed retort but a kick to the ankle from his mother stopped him immediately. "Knock it off, assholes. And go back down before someone steals the rest of our shit," he said instead, still glaring at his beaming girlfriend. Mrs. Smythe brushed passed him and set the box on the couch. After Sebastian had done the same, he pulled Rachel out of Blaine's embrace and into his own. "I hate you, you know that?" he whispered furiously.

"Now that's not true," she sniggered. "Why would you be moving in with me if you hated me?"

"She spent the entire way down the stairs and up telling me how I need to be a better boyfriend. 'How would you like it if someone treated your sister like this?'" He hissed, mimicking his mother's voice. Sebastian rolled his eyes, thinking of the girl who had insisted on going with the Berrys to drop the moving van off, knowing they'd get her some sort of present on the way back. "Like Thad would ever let Gracie out his sight long enough for her to get a boyfriend."

Rachel glanced at Thad, who just disappeared down the hall once more with Sam and Blaine. Whenever Sebastian's mom was working or volunteering, Thad would pick Gracie up from school to babysit her. It didn't take long at all for him to grow to love her as much as Sebastian did and soon enough, he was taking his newly adopted brotherly duties very seriously. Not that loving Gracie has such a hard task. Rachel's dads absolutely adored her and were the first to spoil her with gifts.

"She's reaching that age, you know?" Rachel warned. "Gracie's a teenager. You two won't be the only men in her life anymore."

"Like hell," he said immediately. "Gracie is too good for this world. There's no doucher out there that Thad and I will ever approve of."

She tried to hide her chuckle. The irony of the situation was too much for her to handle. Thad and Sebastian, the biggest womanizers of their teen years, were trying to shield poor Gracie from sex-hungry boys. "Speaking of Grace, I hope her and daddies come home soon. Looks like your mom is already putting our kitchen to use."

Sebastian looked over his shoulder and saw his mom taking pots and pans out of their boxes and washing them at the sink. He had noticed the grocery bags lying on their counter, but had assumed Rachel was already trying to stock their fridge and pantry. "So, she's the one that went food shopping."

"She said she wanted to cook for us as her housewarming present. Something about her baby boy missing her homemade dishes now that you aren't living with her," Rachel teased.

Sebastian could've blushed. He poked her side and looked around to make sure no one had heard her. "Would you lower your voice? No one knows she calls me that!"

"Oh don't be embarrassed, baby boy!" she exclaimed. "I think it's so cute! I mean, I know you certainly love it when she calls you baby boy, right baby boy?"

He shoved her away irritably. "Rach, would you-"

"Baby boy?" They whirled around to look at Thad, who had dropped the boxes he was holding onto the floor. Thad stared at them before falling against the doorway and laughing hysterically. "B-baby boy?!"

"Thad," Sebastian growled. "Shut your fucking mouth right now or I'll-"

"You'll what, baby boy?" Thad mocked.

Before Sebastian could answer, Mrs. Smythe appeared at his side with a large smile on her face. She reached up and patted Thad's cheek lovingly. "I hope you're hungry, Thad bear." The smirk melted off of Thad's face and reappeared on his best friend's. "You boys have been working so hard, I'm cooking dinner for you all tonight. Go on and help your Sebby move some stuff around, and then I'll call you guys when dinner is ready. Sounds good, Thadsey sweetums?"

Thad swallowed roughly and forced a smile. "S-sure, Mrs. S."

She winked as she passed Sebastian, showing she had overheard the way Thad was making fun of him. Sebastian kissed his mother's cheek gratefully. "Well? You heard my mom," Sebastian snickered. "Let's at least set the table up so we have something to eat on, Thadsey sweetums."

"Shut up, Sebastian," Thad griped, humiliated.

Soon enough, the table was set up, Gracie and Rachel's fathers were home, and dinner was nearly done. Most of the boxes were moved to the side and the furniture in their living room was moved to exactly where Rachel wanted them. The rest would be done once everyone was gone and Sebastian and Rachel were alone to debate where everything should be placed. "Well?" Mrs. Smythe called from the kitchen. "Go on and sit at the table!" Everyone wrestled for the remaining spots at the four-chaired table after Sebastian and Rachel sat down. In the end, Sebastian got up so that Leroy and Hiram could sit and Thad shoved everyone aside to give Gracie the remaining chair.

"Take the stool," Blaine told Sebastian's mother, bringing the stool over and setting it between Rachel and Gracie. "It's only right that you get the seat since you cooked. The rest of us can eat on the couch."

She smiled, appreciating the gesture as she grabbed paper plates and served the boys. "Just don't get any stains on the upholstery, dear." When Sebastian came up for his, she eyed him approvingly, proud of the way he gave his seat up to Rachel's fathers. Understanding the look she was giving him, Sebastian rolled his eyes, snatched his plate and went back to the table. He forced Rachel out of her seat, sat down on it, and then pulled her onto his lap. Mrs. Smythe clicked her tongue loudly, scowling at her son.

"Sebastian" Rachel whined as she shifted on his lap uncomfortably. "How are we supposed to eat dinner like this?"

"Why you stay with him, I'll never know," Mrs. Smythe sighed then loudly called, "Sebastian, you stand up right now!"

He shrugged in response. "I'm comfortable here."

"Well I'm not," Rachel laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly. "What the heck is in your pocket? It hurts to sit on!" The corners of his lips pulled into a wide smirk and snorted into her shoulder when she realized how poorly worded her question was. She looked at their parents, horrified, and yelled at the others when they began to cackle at her expense. "Th-that's not what I meant! There really is something hard in his pocket!"

"You're telling me," he quipped, bouncing her slightly. Rachel screeched and slapped her hands over her face. Even her fathers were laughing at her. Mrs. Smythe came up behind him and slapped the back of his head lightly. "Mom! Keep hurting me and everyone will think I was abused as a child!"

"Oh, you no good little- Sebastian Smythe, did our talk about being a better boyfriend not get through to your thick head? And your poor sister is sitting there, having to listen to your filth!"

Gracieblushed, looking as if she wanted to argue that she'd already heard most of these jokes before, but thought better of it and turned her attention back to her food.

"Yeah, Sebastian," Thad said pityingly. "Even I wouldn't make a sex joke in front of my girl's dads. That's like, asking to be killed."

"Are you gonna come sit with us or not?" Blaine asked, hoping to sway the conversation in a direction that would no longer embarrass Rachel.

Sebastian shook his head firmly. "If she's so uncomfortable, she can reach into my pocket and get it out herself." The boys roared with laughter once more.

Rachel leapt off his lap with a growl. "Oh honestly!" Sebastian stared at her with a brow raised. "Well?! Are you gonna get up or what?"

He stood from the seat and jutted his hip out at her. "Be gentle."

"Sebastian, would you just shut up already?" She was too annoyed to see Leroy and Hiram give each other excited glances. Rachel glared at his pocket as though offended by it, looked around at everyone who was watching her, then shoved her hand inside, ignoring the way Sebastian was snickering. "Shut it you," she groused. "Of all the childish things to make me do, on our moving day of all days, you childish, inconsiderate-"

Her words caught in her throat and she let out a strangled breath, whipping her hand away from him. She held it to her chest like it had been burnt. Sebastian gave her a teasing smile. "What's wrong, bud?"

Rachel shook her head disbelievingly. She had to be mistaken. It must have been her imagination, her mind playing tricks on her.

There was no way she had felt a square, velvet box sitting in his jean pocket.

"Sebastian," she squeaked, tears instantly springing to her eyes. "Wh-what? Was that a…" He placed his plate on the table and took the box out of his pocket. Mrs. Smythe gasped behind her and Gracie squealed excitedly. Somewhere in the direction of their living room, Rachel heard Kurt and Blaine asking each other if they knew he had planned this. "Sebastian…"

Sebastian kneeled in front of her. As if realizing there was a chance she could deny him, he felt all his confidence drain from his body while he brought the box up and opened it in front of her. There, inside, sat a very simple but beautiful diamond ring. "Rachel." His hand shook nervously as he watched a tear stray down her face. "I know a girl like you deserves a proposal on a Broadway stage or in the middle of Central Park with a huge flash mob, something huge like that… But I'm asking you right here in our new home where we're about to start another part of our life together, here in front of our friends and family… I'm asking you right after I may have humiliated you in front of our friends and family." Rachel let out a teary laugh. "Would you… I mean will you…"

Mrs. Smythe was crying behind them, hugging Gracie to her chest. The others chuckled quietly at Sebastian's attempts at proposing to her.

Finally, after another few tries at getting the words out, Rachel took pity on him, leaned down and pulled him up by his forearms. She didn't reach for the ring or hold her hand out so he could slide it onto her finger. Instead, she cupped Sebastian's cheek, stood on her toes and gave him a gentle, passionate kiss.

"Yes," she whispered against his lips. "Of course I will."