SECOND CHANCES

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I know I have a bunch of WIPs here at FF, but I couldn't get this plot-bunny out of my head after I watched the first two episodes of Glee's season six. This one-shot (may become chaptered depending on how you guys are going to like it and if you'd like for me to continue) is way off-tangent with how the season is now unfolding, but I just HAD to post this.

Warnings: Angst and emotions. A good case of the feels.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Ryan Murphy does. If I did, I'd make Kurt and Sebastian fall in love with each. Oh, and I'm not making any money off of this either. If you sue me, you'll be sorely disappointed since I'm broke. :D

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Kurt raced out of the Lima Bean as soon as he saw his ex and his ex's current boyfriend get in line to buy some coffee. He didn't want the couple (the thought still made him want to throw up a little in his mouth) to spot him because he wasn't in the mood to play nice with Blaine and Dave when just the mere sight of them together tore his already broken heart to pieces.

So he all but ran to his Navigator (thank goodness his dad didn't push through with selling his car). He wanted to reach his car before a torrent of tears could fall from his eyes. Kurt wanted to preserve whatever dignity he had left by not breaking down in the middle of the coffee shop's parking lot.

As he was fumbling for his car keys while fighting the surge of tears that were threatening to fall, he didn't notice the taller man who was also rushing right along his path. The man didn't seem to notice Kurt since he was also busy rummaging through his own bag for something or another. Neither boys looked up so before they could move out of the way of the other, they collided with a force that caused Kurt to fall down and made him gasp loudly as the wind was knocked out of his lungs.

The impact made Kurt lose whatever composure he had left and he started crying. Sobs threatened to choke him as he sat on the pavement, a yard away from his car, tears streaming from his eyes. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. It was like a fountain of pain and humiliation broke free from his chest and he just couldn't stop crying now.

"Hey…hey, Hummel, don't have your breakdown here, come on," a familiar voice hissed quietly, but he didn't have the strength nor the presence of mind to look up and check who the man was. The owner of the voice was now tugging at his arm and he stood on wobbly legs. "That's it, come on…up you go," the man whispered as he helped Kurt to his feet. A couple of minutes later, Kurt was inside a car that was not his, alone, but somehow feeling safer than he had in the last six months. He did his best to pull himself together. He wiped the last of his tears with the tissues that were – for some weird reason – in his hands when he realized where he was. When Kurt finally felt like he was calm enough to drive, he chewed on his lower lip and craned his neck towards the Lima Bean to see who his good Samaritan was and his eyes widened when he saw who was brisk walking towards the car he was in with two large coffee cups in his hands.

Sebastian Smythe.

He watched with wide eyes as Sebastian rounded to the passenger side – where Kurt was seated – and motioned for Kurt to roll the window down. "Non-fat mocha, right?" Sebastian asked, which Kurt could only reply to with a nod before taking the coffee cup that was being handed to him. He tore his gaze away from Sebastian and looked down at the cup that was warming his fingers.

His brain was in a puddle of confusion and emotions. On one hand, he was so thankful that Sebastian saved him from further humiliating himself at the parking lot. On the other, he was confused why the man would do this for him when they had nothing but mutual hatred for each other.

When Sebastian was finally beside him inside the car, he cleared his throat and asked "Why are you doing this?" with all the confusion in his mind bleeding through his voice.

Sebastian looked at him for a few seconds and smiled – not smirked, which shocked Kurt all the more. "You looked like you could use a friend who wouldn't fill your brain with useless words that would only fuel your self-pity," he replied as he started the car. "Don't worry about your car; we'll come back for it once I've taken you away from this place long enough for you to feel like your old, bitchy self, princess."

Kurt wanted to retort; to demand to be let out of the car at that instant, but he felt exhausted all of a sudden. He took a sip of his coffee and looked out of the window as they made their way to Bellefontaine Avenue, which would then take them to OH-117. "We're not friends, Sebastian," were the only words he had strength enough to utter.

He heard Sebastian sigh which made him look at the boy beside him. He watched as Sebastian's jaw clenched and unclenched as he drove on, keeping his eyes on the road. He gave Kurt a furtive glance, which – of course – Kurt caught, and sighed again.

"It's not too late to try, is it?"

The question caught Kurt off guard. Sebastian Smythe was the last person he expected to want to be friends with him right now, not after that ridiculous and humiliating scene he had made at the Lima Bean parking lot, not to mention all the drama and hate they had for each other back in high school. He didn't know how to respond to the question so he kept silent and trained his eyes back out the window.

After about half an hour of driving in silence, Kurt felt the need to break the silence. "Why are we going to Columbus?"

Sebastian gave him a quick glance, then smiled. "You need to get out of Lima, and there's this park in Columbus that, I think, you'd love, especially at night," he replied. "And don't you even dare say that Central Park is the most awesome park, blah-blah-blah, because that park is seriously overrated. Goodale Park is amazing," he added when he realized Kurt was about to say something.

Sebastian's words and actions made Kurt want to smile, and he actually felt his lips twitch a little. A thought was still bothering him, though, and he knew he needed to ask so he could finally shed the last bit of animosity he was feeling towards Sebastian.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

He heard Sebastian sigh before he fell silent for a couple of seconds, as if thinking of how to answer Kurt's question.

"Be honest with me Sebastian."

He watched Sebastian run a hand through his hair before shrugging his shoulders. "I'd like to think that I'm one of the good guys now. After what happened –" he paused and glanced at Kurt again before turning his gaze back on the road. They both knew which point in their lives he was talking about. "After what happened back then, I just didn't have the strength nor the drive to be mean to anyone anymore." He chuckled a little as he shook his head. "Besides, I met someone who was as screwed up as I was, if not more, actually."

Kurt smiled at the answer. "You mean Hunter Clarington?"

Sebastian chuckled again. "Yeah…man, that guy was fifty shades of insane, if you know what I mean."

Kurt had to giggle at that last line, which he saw made Sebastian smile. He had expected awkwardness just like when Blaine proposed to him at Dalton and Sebastian came up to them to congratulate them on their engagement, but somehow, without Blaine in the picture, talking to Sebastian felt light and natural.

Kurt turned in his seat a little to face Sebastian. They still had more than an hour to spare, so he decided to make the most out of it. He was going to talk to Sebastian Smythe like a normal human being and maybe even get to know him better. It was the least he could do after what the man had done for him earlier.

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AN2: I know I said this is (supposed to be) a one-shot, but I do have a few ideas on how to continue this if you guys would still want me to. With that being said, I'd love to read your reviews if you feel like I should continue or if the story is better if I end it where I did. Your thoughts?