Sebastian wasn't supposed to start crying into his Courvoisier latte. Kurt Hummel wasn't supposed to see him. Sebastian wasn't supposed to use the Porcelain-Pretty-Boy as a therapist. And he sure as hell wasn't supposed to fall in love. Kurtbastian.

First go at a Glee fanfiction, second fanfiction ever!

Story etc will improve as it goes on, this is more of an introductory chapter.

Please read and review if you think I should continue, I'm never too sure!

Sierra xx

Chapter 1

Sebastian slouched into town as soon as his classes were finished. Dalton wasn't exactly the place to hang out if you wanted to bump into anyone interesting. In fact, the whole of Ohio was full of the same dull, mundane people, with dreams of stardom and futures of waiting tables and selling sheets.

Back in Paris there were bright lights, celebrities, and better coffee shops.

He thought this as he walked into the Lima Bean, scanning the whole cafe for Blaine before accepting that he wasn't there and going over to order a latte.

He sat down alone, adding a cap of Courvoisier to the coffee and swirling it with a little wooden splint, so different to the glass and crystal stirrers in Paris.

Not that everything in Paris had been fun and games.

There was the boyfriend – Luc. The boyfriend who'd hit him every time they'd disagreed. And then there were his parents, as overbearing, ignorant and oppressive as ever. He sighed, drinking the coffee even though it was still searing hot.

There was something almost pleasant about the way it burned his throat; it distracted him from the pain in his head, both literally and mentally.

A waitress stopped by his table, leaning over and letting long, blonde hair fall into his vision. 'You waiting for someone or what?'

'No,' he muttered, trying his best to sound dismissive but not rude.

'That's a shame, you seem much too attractive to be drinking all on your lonesome.'

He took a deep breath before forcing a smile. 'What time do you knock off?'

'6 o'clock,' she beamed.

'I'll be here,' he said, thankful when she strolled away again. The sickening thought hit him of having to kiss her outside his house later, having to kiss her so that his dad would see him through the window and continue to think he was straight.

And the realisation hit him in one blow. The realisation of what his life was.

He was suddenly very glad that he hadn't met Blaine in the cafe, because hard as he tried to fight back the tears, it was impossible. He was Sebastian Smythe, he didn't cry.

He inhaled sharply, desperate not to make a noise in case the tables around him heard. He looked down at his drink, but it was blurred and fuzzy through his watery eyes.

'Sebastian?' A quiet voice asked, and he looked up, rubbing his eyes furiously.

'What do you want?' he said coldly. A part of him had wished it would be Blaine, and all he'd got was the stupid, paste-faced Hummel. The cardigan-wearing, sexuality-stereotyping dwarf.

Kurt sat down without an offer. 'You okay?'

'Of course,' he rolled his eyes, trying to smirk but failing miserably. Luc's face swam in front of his mind and he choked, biting the inside of his mouth to try to stop the tears. 'Allergies, y'know? But I think we established that I don't like you, so can you just fuck off?'

'I wanted to talk to you anyway,' Kurt ignored him. 'Since you tried to give me the Slushie-Salt-Facial I've been thinking. The only people crazy enough to do something like that are psychopaths, or people who've been beaten down one too many times.'

'If I was wounded, or psychotic, don't you think I would have hit you or something? Slushies are hardly a big deal!' His words were disjointed as he tried to keep his voice steady.

'Oh sure... Blaine's eye surgery is no big deal!' Kurt sighed. 'Why are you crying?'

'Number one, I'm not, and number two, don't try to psychoanalyse me.'

'You know, I was crying here once, with Blaine, and he said that coffee doesn't help the heart. And then he bought me a hot chocolate. You want?'

And something about the way Kurt smiled at him, after everything he'd said and done, was so kind and so caring that he couldn't do anything but nod.

He thought about running for it as Kurt stood up and went to get him the drink, but he was rooted to his seat, watching the fluffy-sweater wait in the queue. He wiped at his eyes, knowing they'd look all puffy, and pictured Blaine in an attempt to cheer himself up.

He even pictured kissing Blaine, but it was only a second before the cute face turned into Luc's, and his eyes flew open. He was glad to return to the Lima Bean.

'Here you go,' Kurt said, pushing the mug towards him and sitting down again, this time taking the seat next to him rather than opposite. 'Now why don't you tell me what's got you so upset? It's not like you care what I think, and I don't really care about you, so it works both ways.'

Seeing this logic as fairly valid, he took a deep breath. Before speaking, he wondered whether or not he could trust Kurt, or whether he'd run straight to Blaine and tell him everything. Some part of him hoped he would; maybe if Blaine knew why he was the way he was, he'd forgive him.

'I... I just asked out a girl,' he said slowly, sipping the sweet drink and savouring the unfamiliar taste, 'because I need my dad to think I'm straight.'

Kurt reached across and put a hand on his arm, and though he went to flinch away, he eventually relaxed. 'Well that's normal,' Kurt said, 'I remember once, I got this girl, Brittany, from New Directions, to make out with me in my house. I told myself it was for a lot of reasons, but really it was just because I wanted my dad to think I was straight. I wanted... I wanted us to be able to spend time together doing guy things.'

Sebastian mused at this revelation. He had thought Kurt to be a "We're here, we're queer, deal with it" kind of guy.

'The truth is, I told my dad I was gay. Once. He threw me out for a week, he sent me to fundamentalist psychiatrists, and he moved us halfway across the world to try to stop all the "influences" from our old life.'

Kurt squeezed his arm. 'I'm so sorry. That must have been awful.'

'So I pretended that I'd changed, and we moved back to the US,' some more tears rolled down his cheeks, 'and I started at Dalton. It works for both of us – he doesn't have to see me five days a week, and I can stay away from him. And at weekends I bring back a different girl each time.'

Kurt didn't look shocked, he just nodded sympathetically, and it infuriated Sebastian.

'Why don't we go back to my place? Burt and Finn went to the football, and Carole won't mind.'

Sebastian looked into his eyes, recalling the many different ways that he'd thought of hurting him over the last few weeks. 'Sure,' he said, rubbing his eyes one last time before standing up. Anywhere that wasn't home or Dalton was welcome.

As they left the cafe together, we wondered whether he should have told Kurt everything that had happened in Paris.

No, he thought to himself, I'm not giving the Porcelain-Pretty-Boy that kind of ammunition.

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