Warnings/triggers: mentions of death.
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Hi guys! I'm so excited to be sharing this with you! I'm finally returning to my roots, to Kurtbastian, and it feels sooo right. This is an AU inspired and adaptated from the absolutely wonderful movie "Les chansons d'amour". If you haven't watched it already, then RUN and GO watch it now.
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Sebastian had always been aware that nights were the hardest part of the day for anxious and depressed people. He had heard it before: people unable to sleep, overwhelmed by their worries and anxieties, their minds and bodies deprived of rest and peace...
For some reason, though, he had always been inclined to believe it was a matter of attitude and that's all it was – because, yeah, he was that arrogant.
He was not the kind of guy to save all his worries and anxieties for the night. I mean, the way he figured it, night was supposed to be a fun and relaxing time, wasn't it? The truth was he just wasn't an anxious guy at all. He worked out 3-4 times a week, so that probably took care of most of his bad vibes, he guessed. Whether it was jogging, going to the gym or dancing with his stunning blonde girlfriend Julie, he was always pretty active.
The other half of his bad energy was usually employed in arguing with Julie, making love to her or fighting with his co-worker Santana, a beautiful Latina girl he liked and despised in equal measure.
Night had always been just fine for him, and it continued to be just fine when Julie moved to his apartment, carrying on like that for a very long time – though not long enough.
To Sebastian's eyes, there was really no adjective to describe Julie other than stunning. She was a petite girl with almond eyes and carelessly dyed blond hair who always wore a big, white fur coat and movie star sunglasses, giving to her aspect a bohemian aura that made the girl quite hard to miss.
Sebastian wouldn't describe Santana with the same fondness. She was a girl he had met at work, a local newspaper where they both edited and copied articles, and their relationship had been peculiar right from the start. It really didn't take long until they found the other picking at their weakest points; teasing, playing, laughing, joking and even fighting with each other. They had the most fun together, yet treated each other miserably.
Sebastian had simply assumed that Santana's natural behavior was like that; that the girl just had a lot of attitude going on and enjoyed making people suffer. That was until he introduced the Latina girl to Julie, not even aware then what that moment would mark: pretty much the end of an era and the start of his first three-way relationship. And probably the last one.
Whatever idea Julie and he had in mind when they decided to take that huge step in their relationship, whatever the life they pictured, it just never really worked that way, or that well, though they never tried much, to be honest. Basically, Sebastian became accustomed to sleep on one corner and leave the rest of the bed for Santana and Julie, who giggled, kissed, cuddled and ignored him completely. Then, and only then, he started having real troubles to sleep at nights.
Every now and then, Santana and he gave it a go, because what else could they do with all that tension? And, every now and then, it worked, but more often that not he just ended up missing Julie terribly.
And no, not even then Sebastian thought that nights were so bad. Because, missing her or not, he still had Julie right next to him. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Julie's lips woke him up with a soft murmur, asking him to kiss her and hold her like he had always done. And for a moment they kissed, and Sebastian held her, and it felt like nothing had ever come between them.
Sometimes Santana even left the bed with a mood, disgusted by "their dumb, brain-damaged love", and granted them some time on their own. And sometimes, only sometimes she even left the apartment, and Sebastian always thanked her with a croissant at work, or fetching her coffee.
And it might be not the best dynamic, but it was their dynamic; and it could be better, but it could also be worse. Life could always be worse. And nights, Sebastian would learn after his girlfriend's death, nights could turn out to be just awful.
So now, as he looked down on Julie's grave and swept some old tulips that he replaced with orchids, the boy did nothing but crave those awkward, experimental days when there were three of them, because anything, anything was better than being left behind. Their three had abruptly became a solo show one night; a night that would become the very start of a long streak of sleep deprivation and hollow days that seemed to devour and melt with each other in heavy blurs.
That fateful night, Santana, Julie and he had gone to a club to listen to one of Julie's favorite songwriters. Maybe it had been because he had known Julie longer than Santana, and so he had suffered hundreds of boring concerts like those already, but for some reason Julie had been ignoring Santana and holding him closely all night instead, with perfectly soft and mellow dreamy eyes. The same dreamy eyes she gave whenever she listened to live music and felt moved; the same dreamy eyes she used to give when she felt comfortable on Sebastian's embrace, and made him feel like there was no one else in this world she would rather be holding – even if Santana was just a few feet away from them, flirting with another blonde.
But lately Julie hadn't held him like that, and she hadn't looked that happy and enamored either, so when Santana stole a kiss from her new pray and Julie had suddenly claimed to feel dizzy and ran to the bathroom, Sebastian simply snorted. Because how stupid of him to believe just for a second that Julie was capable of only having eyes for him, even if just for one night. How fucking stupid.
When Sebastian had enough of feeling like an idiot, he decided to confront his girlfriend in the bathroom. What he saw there, though, a very pale Julie that looked like she was about to pass out, made him backpedal in his anger drastically. Julie really wasn't feeling well, and he was feeling like a major idiot again, so he took her outside and told her to wait for him while he looked for their coats.
But luck was determined not to stay on his side that night, and so when he came back to Julie, his girl, his Julie, she was not there anymore. Instead, her body lay on the concrete, and an improvised team of (probably) med school students tried to give her pale body VPR without getting any results.
Next thing Sebastian remembered, he was sitting in the back of a police car and two cops talked to some guys in an ambulance dressed up like doctors. Or maybe they were doctors. Sebastian couldn't even bring himself to remember that. Then, one cop got in the car and reported the decease of a Julie Paige on his radio, giving him an apologetic look that tried really hard not to look like pity.
Two weeks later the autopsy would say it had been a cardiac arrest, a heart attack, or God knows what. That no one could have predicted it, that nothing could have saved her.
So yeah, turned out people was right and he had been arrogant as fuck. Because right after that day, Sebastian discovered that night time could be a true bitch when you were depressed, or down, or whatever.
Sebastian just wasn't feeling himself anymore.
For weeks after Julie's passing, he carried himself as though nothing had happened to the outside world. He continued to visit her family every Sunday, just like they used to do together. He visited, made some impersonations, played some charades and never stopped until he heard her parents and sisters all laughing together naturally. That was his only job every Sunday: to show up and make them laugh.
During the week, he just limited himself to survive. He was all alone in the apartment now, but kept seeing Santana at work every day. The girl claimed she just couldn't sleep there anymore, and asked him how he could even, to which Sebastian never really answered, because the truth was he just didn't.
The Latina girl hadn't stopped seeing that blonde from the club since that fateful night, which Sebastian found twisted enough but said nothing. Lately, Santana and he tried to stay out of each other's nerves as much as possible, like an unspoken truce of some sort.
Which was fortunate enough, because he wasn't really in the mood to hang out with the bipolar girl, or anyone, really. Most of the time, he went to the cemetery and changed Julie's flowers if her mother hadn't done it first, like he was doing now.
And when he was not doing that, he spent the days in solitude, lost in his thoughts, unable to remember the day before. Every day seemed like a mirage of the previous one, and Sundays became slowly more difficult every week, until one week he just stopped visiting Julie, or her parents. And Sundays melted with Mondays, and Mondays with Tuesdays, and so on.
But a change in one's habit can really alter the course of a life-time, and that was something that Sebastian wasn't even aware of yet.
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About seven weeks after Julie's passing, Sebastian was presented with a sunny Tuesday, which of course went unnoticed by him until lunch break at the office.
He was deliberately ignoring his lunch and playing backgammon on his computer instead when a very small apple landed violently on his table, startling him.
"Please DON'T EAT IT!" A girl screamed with a big deal of alarm in her voice.
Sebastian caught the apple and turned around confused, looking for the source of distress. A slim, freckled blonde with piercing blue eyes smiled at him, friendly.
"Please?" She repeated. "I told Santana I only use that tiny apple to smooth my toes cuticles and she freaked out and threw it away. And though I keep it in perfect good use, I don't think you'd appreciate the feet taste."
Sebastian pretty much just stared at the blonde for a few seconds with serious concern. Was he dreaming? Had he fallen asleep at work? Was this a real person? Would a real person say anything remotely as nonsensical as this?
"I'm sorry, what?" He asked instead, feeling a soft tickle in his throat he hadn't experienced in a while. It looked like a chuckle was coming his way.
The blonde regarded him with a quizzical expression, which turned sad really fast. "Are you not going to give me back my tiny apple?"
Sebastian considered it for a second, spinning the tiny apple between his fingers. "Are you Santana's girlfriend?" He asked, looking around for signs of the girl.
The freckled, peculiar girl nodded, cautiously. "Is that gonna cost me the apple? Because we haven't dated that long. You know, it's not like I can't get you another apple, but I really want that one back" she insisted, her face getting more and more upset every second.
Sebastian thankfully noticed it right on time, and gave her back the ridiculous apple. "Here you go. I'm Sebastian" he offered the girl his hand.
The blonde's face lighted up like a bulb, suddenly so smiley it seemed childish. Actually, there was something about that girl that just seemed really child-like, really odd. She took his hand.
"I'm Brittany. And this one here is Mrs. Potato" she explained, showing him the apple again.
"Potato?" Sebastian asked, very confused.
"Don't answer that, Brit" Santana cut in, screaming from a distance.
The girl almost jogged towards them, as if scared Sebastian might harm or jinx Brittany somehow. She joined them and threw a territorial arm around Brittany's shoulders, shooting Sebastian a defiant glare.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, tiredly. "Just met your lovely girlfriend, Sans-ass. And her apple."
"Stick to your sad, boring game porn, Sans-ass-tian. I know you've got a thing for blondes, but this one is not for share" she threatened behind a smirk of superiority.
Sebastian smiled somewhat bitterly. "Yeah. Guess those days are over" he commented with sarcasm and sat down again, determined to go back to his game.
"San, what's wrong with him? Is he sad?" Brittany asked in a not so soft whisper to Santana.
Both girls still stood behind him, but with very different expressions. Brittany looked at Sebastian like she had just found a lost puppy, whereas Santana tried really hard to fight the urge to be nice to him.
"Yes, he's a sad moron" the Latina girl replied.
"But he's the friend you told me about" Brittany continued, "the one with the dead girlfriend with the great boobs" she explained.
Sebastian's back arched up a little, trying to shake off the awkward easiness with which the girl expressed herself. He turned around a little, "Yeah, that'd be me. Still here, by the way."
Brittany waved at him, amused. "Hi, Seb."
Sebastian frowned, confused again. Did this girl suffer from some sort of brain damage? Santana glared at him as if she knew what he was wondering.
"Oh my God, I just had the best idea" Brittany suddenly exclaimed, gaining a concerned look from both Sebastian and Santana. "Sebastian, you should totally come to my house tonight. My parents aren't home and I throw the best parties. The best!" She nodded somewhat weirdly and frenetic, then let out a big sigh. "Actually no, okay, I lied – I just lied to you, I'm so sorry" she shot him a really afflicted look, then straightened up her bun/pony tail and cleared her throat awkwardly. "I don't really throw great parties- I mean, I do! I do throw great cat parties, but not like- great human parties. My little brother does. He's such a great party planner, and it's gonna be such a great party, you should definitely be there" the girl ranted with enthusiasm.
"Oh, no no no, Brittany, I don't think that's a good idea-" Santana started.
"Yeah, no, I mean, I'd totally love to go" Sebastian cut in with fake excitement, "but I've already got a compromise- tonight, it's this thing, this commitment, I just can't. But I'm so bummed to know I'll miss such a great party" he smirked, amused. "Thank you anyway, Brittany. You're real sweet."
The strange girl pouted and folded her arms for a moment, then laughed very lively when she couldn't hold it anymore. "I can't be mad at you for too long" she patted Sebastian's head. "Here" she grabbed a piece of paper from Sebastian's desk and took a pen she hid somewhere inside her messy bun. "Here's my address, just in case."
Sebastian observed the piece of paper rather reluctant, but folded it and kept it politely. "Thanks."
"Well, if that's all" Santana said somewhat exasperated, "we'll let you go back to your boring life."
"Please" Sebastian emphasized, not very subtly.
"Bye Sebastian!" Brittany said cheerily, tagging at the arm of her girlfriend.
"Bye, potato" Sebastian waved somewhat fond. That girl ought to be made of sugar or some pink, tacky version of it.
"Hey, dumb-ass" Santana cut in again, "FYI: you'd be very lucky to attend Brittany's party, 'cause nowhere else is your sorry-ass invited. Not that I'd like your blue, tiring, sad little presence there, but you should know: the 'be cool and do something fun for once in your life' train doesn't make much stops down over lame town."
Sebastian scoffed, annoyed. "Make up your mind, woman. Is this one of these cases were you pretend not to care if I go with you somewhere, but then get pissed if I don't, or are you just being a pain in the ass?"
Santana made a disgusted face and screamed. "Ugh! I don't give a shit that you come or not! Whatever! For-God's-Sake, you try to help somebody..." she went away murmuring, followed by a very puzzled Brittany.
Sebastian scoffed again, more annoyed, and went back to his game, finally. What a pain in the ass, he kept brooding for a long couple of minutes, until his mind went eventually numb and thick, just like he wanted it. God bless these games.
His phone buzzed then, interrupting his brief but happy coma. It was Mary, Julie's older sister, who hadn't stopped calling him for the last two weeks. Sebastian sighed exasperated.
What's the freaking rush?
Mary was completely determined to pack Julie's stuff and store it away as soon as possible. She insisted it was the only way for all of them to move on, and Sebastian kept postponing it.
He had severe reserves about that statement, or about all Mary's statements or actions lately. The girl was acting rather erratically, like she had bought some self-help manual on how to cope with grieve and step number one was calling the deceased's lover 24/7. And odds were, Mary had actually bought that kind of book and was probably following some marked steps, just not the one he had pictured, but something very similar, Sebastian imagined.
God, she was such a weirdo.
Sebastian almost choked on his coffee on his way home when he saw the weirdo in the front door of his building, her feet dancing distractedly as she bounced them on the air, sitting in the doorsteps.
Fuck. There went his plan to spend the night with a nice pizza and Netflix.
It took her a freaking second to spot him as well, leaving Sebastian no choice but to come and greet her. Damn it.
He approached the redhair and hugged her as he always did, only they hadn't seen each other for almost a month. And it was his fault. So, that wasn't helping his mood.
"You look more Asian every day" Sebastian joked, observing her K-POP pop star-like outfit and hairdo.
Mary rolled her eyes, not very happy. "And your great sense of humor gets more and more offensive every day."
Sebastian patted her cheek and took a deep breath. "Sorry. Don't get mad, mousie."
"Don't call me that!" Mary made a face, "I'm 25, for Christ's Sake."
"Yet you dress like a teenager who's just discovered manga and Asian bands" he smirked, amused. "It doesn't say much in your favor."
Mary hit him with her bag. Her very big, princess doll bag. "Yes it does, idiot. It says I've got enough personality to carry on with this style than most teenagers do, and that phases don't really exist."
"Mary" Sebastian gave her a patronizing look, "you've been into K-POP how long, like a year, year and a half?"
"Very funny, Seb. Ha ha ha. You're gonna open the door or what?"
"That depends. What are you doing here?"
"Well, you didn't return my calls!" Mary protested. "And we've got to do this eventually, Sebastian. I asked for the day off at work, can't we do it now?"
God, what an impertinent person! Sebastian couldn't believe his luck. "Well, you should've asked, Mary, 'cause I've got plans."
"With who? Your x-box? Or Netflix?" The girl retorted, clearly satisfied with her witty remark.
"Ha ha" Sebastian mimicked her. "It's a party, okay? I'm going to a party with some guys from work."
"Oh" Mary made, somewhat pissed. "Is this… Is this girl coming? Santana, was it?"
"Yes, Santana" Sebastian confirmed, annoyed. Why on Earth Julie told her sister about their weird three-way arrangement he had no clue. It only made things ten thousand times more awkward every time he saw her. "She is. It's her girlfriend's party, actually" he stated, cockily. "So no, I can't do this today."
Mary sighed, defeated. "Look Sebastian, you can leave. I'll do it myself, okay? I've got keys, remember?"
Sebastian frowned. "You've still got those?" He asked, upset. "Mary, you need to give these back. You don't need the keys anymore, why the hell you've still got 'em?"
"Well, I haven't seen you much lately now, have I?" She asked, very smart-ass like.
Sebastian gave up and threw up his arms. "Fine. Whatever. Leave the keys in the box-mail on your way out, you hear me?"
"Yes, sir" Mary replied somewhat annoyed too.
Sebastian just turned around and left.
How freaking great.
/
Sebastian didn't actually intend to go to Brittany's party. He just needed to get Mary out of his hair, and that seemed as good an excuse as any other.
He went for a walk instead, bought a bottle of wine and drank it up all by himself while watching the ducks at the park. Every time he came here he regretted not bringing some bread to feed the ducks, and every time he promised himself next time he'd remember.
It had been two, maybe three hours since the encounter with Mary, and he felt little confident that the girl would be over with her "mission". And he had no desire to go home yet. Not if there was the smallest chance of coming across her.
And it pissed him off, it really did. How come a grown man couldn't come home and relax and do nothing after a long day of work? Why on Earth did Mary have keys? It was all so damn annoying.
He didn't even decide it, didn't even think it through, but he got up and started walking what appeared to be aimlessly. But deep down he knew where he was going.
It was getting cold, he was drunk and had a formal invitation to a party. So, what did he really have to lose?
But what it felt like three hours to Sebastian, it was actually almost five, and when he got to Brittany's, there were like five people top, including a very judgy and surprised Santana that gave him a very hard look.
"Now you show up? Five hours late? You idiot" Santana told him off, while Brittany hugged him and put a beer on his hand.
"You can stay as long as you want!" Brittany cut in, almost losing her balance. "He can, San. He's your friend, he can."
"But we were going to bed now!" Santana protested, eying the rest of the people rather fiercely. "I mean, if these drunks here can get a freaking clue!" She shouted, gaining some protests and snorts in return.
Sebastian witnessed with panic all of the guests getting up and gathering their things, then decided to take Santana aside.
"San, I need to stay a little bit longer" he mumbled, somewhat scared and not sure why. "Please."
"Why?" Santana inquired, never one to cut some slack.
Sebastian sighed, frustrated. "Fffffuck" he rubbed his eyes, and in doing so spilled some of the beer all over her face. "Ffffuck" he repeated, tumbling down the sofa.
"Okay, okay, Seb, easy there. Come on, let's go to the bathroom. You can't roll your beer-washed face all over that sofa, okay? That's leather you're spitting on" Santana explained nervously. It was Brittany's parents house, after all.
Sebastian got up with some help, then found himself in a very polish and modern-like bathroom. The light was too bright and he winced.
"Can't I stay here either?" He asked, pointing at a very big bath tub that looked just as fine as the sofa.
"But why?" Santana asked, almost desperate, "Why tonight? Why do you have to get wasted the night before I get my period, you motherfucker?"
Sebastian scoffed and slapped her arm softly, defending himself, "Mary's in the apartment, doing God knows what to Julie's stuff" he explained. "I don't wanna deal with her again" he pouted.
"Dear Lord" Santana sighed, "that ginger weirdo. But it's five in the morning, Sebastian" she pointed out, "she can't still be there."
Sebastian gave her friend a painful face, "But what if she is?"
"All right, spill. Stop wasting my time and cut the crap already, Sebastian. Why don't you wanna go home?"
Sebastian threw his head backwards, tired. "Pfff- all right FINE" he gave up. "I can't sleep over there. You happy? And now that Mary's presence's there, I don't even want to! She took Julie's stuff!"
Santana stared at him silently for a few seconds, then finally sighed very heavily and grabbed the boy by the arm. "Goddammit."
Sebastian found himself in the living room again, sitting on the fancy sofa while Santana handed him a few pillows and the remote. "If you EVEN think about throwing up, you get your lazy ass up and go to the bathroom, or God help me I'll..." she threatened.
Thankfully Brittany chose that moment to reappear, silencing her.
"Where did you guys hide?" She asked, cheerily.
"Brit" Santana started. "I've gotta ask you a favor, babe. God, you're such an embarrassing friend, Seb" she complained.
"Santana, you can ask anything from me" Brittany said, holding her hands with the most innocent and ridiculous of expressions. "Anything."
Santana regarded the blonde hesitantly. "Can this slacker here spend the night in your sofa? He's too wasted to be alone."
Brittany lighted up again. "Why- of course!" She exclaimed. "What a silly favor, he should totally stay, someone needs to watch Lord Tubbington and keep him from using my laptop. Last week he ordered ten copies of a cat illustrated version of "Fifty Shades of Grey". This needs to stop Lord Tubbington!" The blonde yelled at his fat cat, that had curled up all over Sebastian's feet.
"And who will watch me and keep me from using your lapto-"
"Enough" Santana hit Sebastian's head with a cushion. "Just sleep already, freak. You look homeless, your breath smells homeless and, right now, you are homeless, so just fall sleep already, slut."
Sebastian showed her a finger and tried to lie down, but the freaking enormous cat wouldn't give up its space. After a struggling couple of minutes, he quit and just sat still, turning the TV on and leaving whatever channel was on.
It was the damn shopping network, but Sebastian was too tired to change it, so he just sat there and watched several muscled men exercising on the comfort of their homes, with the convenience of a gym.
"That's not good for your mental health. Or anybody's" a really strange voice stated behind him.
It was strange because it was too sharp to be masculine yet not feminine enough to be a woman's. Strange.
Sebastian tried to look up, out of curiosity, but his head felt too heavy. Whatever, he thought.
"I can't find the remote" Sebastian mumbled, tiredly.
A very funny looking teenager approached him and took the remote right from the top of Sebastian's thigh, where Sebastian himself had left it. He would've felt embarrassed if there had been any emotional energy left on him, but there wasn't, so he just shrugged and mumbled a 'thanks' when the kid turned off the TV.
The boy looked at him then with an amused smile, and Sebastian was greeted with the bluest eyes he had ever seen. God, maybe not the bluest, but the sharpest. There was something incredibly unsettling in those eyes, something really remarkable.
The blue-eyed kid looked no older than fifteen, Sebastian imagined, but he definitely didn't dress like a regular fifteen year-old boy. Just like his voice didn't really match his gender, neither did his clothes. Again: not feminine enough to be a woman's, but too feminine to be a man's. What a weird looking kid.
"I thought I was the last guest left" Sebastian said, moving aside a little to make place for the kid.
The kid didn't sit, though.
"Oh, that's 'cause I just got up. I'm leaving for school in half an hour" he smiled.
Of course, Sebastian chuckled.
"I live here, actually. I'm Brittany's stepbrother, Kurt Hummel" the boy offered Sebastian his hand, very polite and smiley and all.
God you're so gay, Sebastian thought amused. He had never seen anyone so gay-looking at such a young age.
"Sebastian Smythe" he responded, amused, and shook his hand. It was incredibly soft, like moisturized or something. Sebastian held it probably longer than it was polite, because the kid blushed. "What time do they make kids start classes these days?" He changed the subject. Besides, wasn't it too early?
"Eight" Kurt lamented – he actually did. The boy couldn't possibly be more expressive with his reactions. Almost as if he needed to interpret every single word he said.
"Well that sucks" Sebastian pitied him.
"Yes it does" Kurt agreed and stood there, observing Sebastian somewhat expectant.
Sebastian frowned, uncertain. Were they supposed to chit chat or something? He didn't have the energy for that.
Kurt eventually gave him an awkward smile and moved to the kitchen, which was half connected with the living room.
Sebastian followed him with his eyes. This time he found the energy to turn around his head and watched him preparing breakfast.
"So, you can't sleep? Want some coffee?" Kurt asked, then Sebastian noticed the boy had caught him staring and looked away, self-aware.
"Oh, no, thank you. And yeah, this freakishly fat cat here keeps stealing my space."
"My sister told me what happened to you" Kurt commented then, making Sebastian look at him again.
Sebastian observed him, half shocked to hear that, half intrigued what the kid would say next. It was fairly awkwardly to tell that to someone you've just met.
But the kid simply held his stare and said nothing, then looked away after a few seconds.
"You know, you can sleep in my room if you want to" Kurt said instead.
Wait, no 'Sorry'? 'Sorry for your loss'? 'How are you doing?'
"What?" Sebastian asked, a little lost.
"I mean, I'm leaving for school. Maths exam" Kurt smiled shyly. "But my sheets are clean. And the beast is banned from my room" he said, pointing at the odd cat.
"Oh" Sebastian made, uncertain. "A bed would be nice but… you're sure?"
"Of course!" Kurt grinned very lively, just like Brittany had done that morning. There was also something very childish-like about him, even if Brittany and he were only step-brothers. "It'd be my pleasure" he giggled, somewhat nervously, which Sebastian pretended not to notice, "this way."
Sebastian stood up, trying really hard not to sway or fall down, then followed Kurt across the narrow halls.
The kid smelled really nice. Fresh showered and just perfumed slightly. Sebastian was pleased to notice it was a men's fragrance, though he wasn't sure why that pleased him.
And Kurt's bedroom smelled just as clean. It was neatly tidy and very personally decorated, Sebastian could tell. He didn't have the time or the energy to take a lot of looks, though, so he just muttered a: "Nice room."
Kurt made some kind of awkward bow and smiled nervously again. "Well thank you. I'm glad you find it pleasant. You can borrow a PJ, if you'd like?"
"Oh, no- that won't be necessary" Sebastian smiled politely. "Thank you, though."
"All right" Kurt shot him a last smile. "Sleep tight."
"Good luck with your exam" Sebastian wished him. It was the least he could do for the kid.
"Thank you" Kurt said, but Sebastian barely heard it nor felt it, because he had already sunk in a sea of soft pillows that felt like clouds. Kurt's bed was incredibly comfortable and fresh. The sheets were very similar to silk and smelled heavenly.
And right after that it hit Sebastian. It hit him with the strength of a very violent thunder: he was finally going to sleep. He could feel it in his bones, in his nerves and senses. He was going to fall sleep and it would be some fucking awesome rest. He was finally going to sleep after seven weeks of exhaustion.