A/N: I don't know why I ship Kurtbastian (Kurt and Sebastian) but I do so…. XD
Sebastian sat silently, fingertips turning a light shade of blue as he looked up at the man standing in front of him, trying desperately to process the words coming out of the employee's mouth. They wanted him to leave? What did they mean leave? This is a public café.
"You've been sitting here for hours and you haven't purchased anything."
Sebastian bit his lips and looked up at him, the large black circles under his eyes painfully visible. His signature Dalton blazer was missing and he was wearing only a white button up shirt with a red and black stripped tie, haphazardly wrapped around his neck. Sebastian knew damn well he didn't have any money, but it was so damn cold outside.
"I – I – " Sebastian wanted desperately to keep up his bravado but at the mere thought of sitting outside in the cold December day his "I'm a douche bag" personality began to wither.
"Hey Sebastian!" Sebastian and the man's heads turned quickly at the high pitched voice that pierced the air. "Sorry I'm late, but I brought the notes."
Sebastian looked at him with a confused expression, his dazed mind not quite processing Kurt's valiant rescue. The café worker looked at him suspiciously but as he eyed the two coffee cups in Kurt's hands he decided to let it slide. Kurt sat down opposite of the other teenager, placing his two cups down gently on the table.
"Well, hello, Princess." Sebastian said, the best sneer he could muster up – which actually wasn't as much of a sneer as it was a grimace. "To whom do I owe this displeasure?"
Kurt chose to graciously to ignore the comment, given the weary expression that the other boy was failing to hide.
Sebastian looked around, "Where's Blaine?"
Kurt, once again, ignored him, "For you." He pushed one cup of coffee towards the sickly looking boy.
Sebastian's head immediately shot up quickly and his sneer disappeared and it was replaced with a look of doubt. He reached out a slender hand, slowly wrapping it around the cup as if waiting for the punch line. He lifted it up slowly, holding it a good distance away from his face, as if waiting for Kurt to throw it in his face the way he had the slushie on Blaine or Santana. When it finally reached his mouth, after nearly a minute, Sebastian tipped the cup back, letting he warm coffee slide down his throat. Kurt watched, heartstrings tugging, even though the Dalton boy had caused him so much pain, it still hurt him to see anyone in such a state. Especially, strong and proud Sebastian Smythe looking so vulnerable and scared.
"So… Why have you been here for hours?"
Sebastian was conflicted. He carefully weighed out his options: answer the question and stop drinking or drink. He sighed and shrugged, "'s warm."
"So is Dalton." Kurt pointed out.
"Dalton isn't open during winter break." (A/N: not sure if his is true but it is in this story) Sebastian didn't want to talk, especially not to Kurt Hummel.
"What about your home?" Kurt immediately regretted asking as soon as Sebastian flinched. It only took the taller boy a few more seconds to finish the coffee before putting the cup down gently and sighing,
"Thank you for the coffee, Kurt."
With that, the taller Dalton boy walked away, exiting the café. Kurt was immediately struck with worry. Sebastian had called him Kurt. Sebastian doesn't just call Kurt, Kurt. It's usually "princess" or "lady boy" or "gay face" or "sparkles" or "fairy" or even "Hummel" but never "Kurt". As weird as it may sound, Sebastian must have been in a really bad state to call him by his actual name.
"I'm going to help you, Sebastian Smythe."