This was a plot bunny that would not leave me alone. The story probably won't be very long, but I absolutely have to get this out of my head before it drives me nuts. So...angst ahoy!

Chapter One

Sebastian taps his pencil against his notebook and shoots an irritated glare toward the television, cranked so loud that it's distracting him from his Physics homework. He had been hoping that spending the evening in with his boyfriends would be enough to take his mind off the shit day he had at school, but as it was turning out, it was only making it worse. His head is going to explode and neither Kurt nor Blaine seem to fucking care.

He rubs his temples and squeezes his eyes shut. It's a little thing that sets him off, just a commercial that plays louder than the rest and that's it. He yells for them to turn it down before he even realizes it and Blaine spins on him.

"God, what in the hell is your problem today?" he snaps.

Admittedly, he has had a short fuse all day, but it's the beginning of May—finals week—and he really needs to study, plus all the extra hours at work he's pulling, can anyone really blame him. His rope is frayed and he doesn't mean to snap, he really doesn't, but he shouts, "You are my fucking problem! You can't do anything quietly! You've got the television cranked so loud my ears are bleeding even after I've asked you nicely no less than a hundred fucking times to turn it down, but of course you can't be bothered to think of anyone but yourself, can you?"

Kurt stands up and raises his voice, usually the voice of reason, should Sebastian choose to heed it. "You need to calm down, Seb."

He could relax and listen to Kurt or…

Sebastian jumps to his feet and gestures harshly toward Blaine. "Of course! Defend poor Blaine! Isn't that the way it always is? He's a selfish little shit and you'll defend him because you're pretty much his bitch, aren't you?"

Kurt steps forward and immediately opens his mouth to yell, but Blaine is on his feet between them. "I don't know what in the hell has gotten into you today, but you are not going to talk to Kurt that way. Get your books and get out. And don't come back until you figure out what it is that you want, because clearly it's not Kurt and I."

Without another word, Sebastian throws his books in his bag and storms out the door, taking his keys on the way out.

As soon as the door slams, he feels like an asshole. Had he asked them again to turn the television down, they would have done it and the entire conflict could have been avoided. It's too early to go back and grovel yet, so he trudges down the stairs and down the block. There's a little bar on the corner and he figures he'll wait out the storm there. Have a few drinks before heading home and apologizing in order to accept his rightful place sleeping on the couch for the night.

He flashes his fake ID at the bartender and orders the strongest thing he can think of.

The problem with Sebastian's plan is that, the more he drinks, the more his old demons start to haunt him. The insecurities that haven't plagued him for years come back to prick at the edge of his consciousness.

They don't need you. You just fucked up big time. Way to go, you just ruined the best thing that's ever happened to you. They're never going to take you back. Why should they? It's over.

Naturally, to shut his brain up, he orders a few more drinks and contemplates the words on the bar napkin that are so blurred by his glassy eyes that he can barely make them out. He wrinkles his nose as the smell of too much perfume crowds his senses and causes him to look up.

There's a girl. Blonde hair, well-developed chest, cute nose but entirely too much of whatever perfume she bathed in. It takes a second for his drunken brain to realize that her hand is resting just above his knee and a little bit longer before he realizes why that's a problem.

"You're really cute," she says, her voice bubble gum sweet and way too flirty. He should be saying something here, but her hand is rubbing his thigh and he can't remember what he should be saying. "You wanna get out of here?"

He lifts his drink to his lips and drains it.

—

He jolts awake when Kurt gives the side of the couch a swift kick. He doesn't remember letting himself in, but he must have. He's still fully dressed and his mouth is coated in the stale taste of alcohol.

When he looks up, his eyes barely dragging open, he mumbles, "I was an asshole."

Kurt and Blaine are standing with their arms crossed and Kurt answers, "Yeah, you were."

Blaine leans down and shoves at his shoulder. "Come to bed."

He climbs off the couch and into their bedroom, stripping down to his underwear and falling into bed beside his boyfriends, exhausted and glad to have the godforsaken day over with.

—

Naturally, the day after the fight comes The Talk. There are tears and the inevitable "Why did you say it if you didn't mean it?" but Sebastian apologizes and by the end of the day, it's just another thing that didn't break them.

Finals week ends and school is out for the summer. There are big plans to go back to Ohio for their vacation (if they can get any time off) and see their families. Sebastian is sure he'll never hear the end of his mother going on and on about how sweet Kurt and Blaine are. He pretends it's annoying, but truth be told, he loves how much his family loves him and his boyfriends.

Blaine's family is a different story that no one likes to tell. They avoid each other for the most part. Cooper came to stay with them a few months ago and even Sebastian thought he was too cocky. Funny and oblivious in a way that was endearing, but cocky.

And then there's Kurt's family. Burt and Carole were the first to find out in the worst possible way. Kurt had overestimated how much time alone they would have in the empty house together before his parents came home. All three of them were quite literally caught with their pants down.

It had taken some explaining that it wasn't just a tryst they were having, wasn't Kurt and Blaine spicing up their love life with a side of Sebastian, but once they really understood that Sebastian was in it for the long-haul, they came around quickly and welcomed him into the family.

But, with money the way it is, a trip back to Ohio this summer isn't looking like it's very probable and it's decided not long after to just spend the summer exploring New York City. They've lived there for a little over a year and haven't had time to do much of the tourist stuff. It's stupid and corny, but Sebastian takes Kurt and Blaine's picture on top of the Empire State Building and grins stupidly as he sets it as his phone's background.

It's mid-July and Sebastian is following his boyfriends through the door of their apartment. The heat in the city is sweltering and it's not much cooler inside their apartment.

"Blaine and I are going to take a shower, babe," Kurt says, peeling his shirt off of his sweat drenched body with a grimace. "Why don't you order us something to eat?"

Kurt darts a kiss to his lips and Sebastian agrees, picking up his phone to just order a pizza when it rings in his hand. It's a number he doesn't recognize, but thinking it may be someone from work calling for him to cover their shift, he answers.

"Hello?"

"Is this Sebastian Smythe?" a female voice asks, her voice sounding airy.

"Yes, who's this?" he asks, toeing off his shoes and falling onto the couch. The water for the shower turns on and he grins to himself. He's decided that he's not about to let Kurt and Blaine have all the fun, even if three in the shower is a bit of a tight squeeze. They've made it work before.

"My name's Kristen and we met in a bar a couple months ago…" she prompts, but Sebastian comes up with nothing. It's not like him to be unable to put a face to a name. "Anyway," she says, sounding a little affronted at not being remembered. Apparently, she thinks she's something special. "We need to meet up to talk. Soon."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Look, I'm sure we had a good time in the bar or whatever, but I'm not really interested in meeting up. I'm gay."

"Yeah, well, you sure weren't singing that tune when we went back to my place," she says, sounding a little amused, but Sebastian feels sick.

"What?" He tries his best to remember but draws a blank.

She clears her throat and sound a little more serious this time. "Yeah. So, anyway, we should meet up. We have something we need to talk about."

Something akin to panic crashes into Sebastian and all at once, he's sure he knows what she's about to say, but out of sheer tortured curiosity, he asks, "What is that?"

"I'm pregnant."

If he hadn't been sitting, he's sure he would have collapsed to the floor. But apparently she's not done. "And I don't have a lot of money. I work as a waitress and my rent is like…super high…so I was wondering if I could borrow a few hundred bucks so I could—"

"No!" He's on his feet now. "Where are you?"

"I'm in my apartment. Why?" she asks, sounding completely oblivious.

"Meet me in the same bar as soon as you can get there, alright. Just, please…"

She agrees and he hangs up the phone. He has no idea what his exact course of action is going to be, but he needs to do something. He starts by clearing his throat and trying to sound like he's not on the very edge of a panic attack and knocking on the bathroom door. "Babes, I'm going out for a little bit, okay? Just order something when you get out."

He hears Kurt over the shower. "Okay, baby. Hurry back. I love you."

"I love you, too," he says, his voice sounds choked even to himself and he darts out of the apartment before Kurt or Blaine can figure out that something is wrong.

—

This can't be real. No. It isn't happening. He takes a deep drink from the beer that's doing little to calm his nerves and sets it back on the table with a shaking hand.

Kurt and Blaine are never going to forgive him for this and he's not sure if he wants to cry or throw up. His stomach has been churning sickly since he hung up the phone and the burning in his stomach is matched by the burn of threatening tears in his eyes.

They deserve so much better than this. Than him. It seems like he's only capable of hurting people no matter how hard he tries. They're so loving and trusting and what did he do? He fucking ruined it. He ruined it just like everything else in his life. His boyfriends were the only thing keeping him going in this city and in one fell swoop, he fucked it up.

He doesn't need to look up to know the girl—Kristen, apparently—is standing by the side of the table. It hits him all at once when he smells her perfume. It's the same cloying sweetness that he remembers as being so overpowering that night at the bar and he rubs at his temples as little flashes of memory come back.

She drops down in the opposite side of the booth and folds her arms on the table. "So…are you going to give me the money to take care of this or not? I'm leaving to go to school in a week and I want it over with by then."

"What?" he asks dumbly, pulled from his reverie before his thoughts actually catch up with him. "I mean. No."

She rolls her eyes, looking irritated and goes to stand up, but Sebastian reaches out and grabs her arm. "Wait. That's not—" He growls once in irritation with himself, squeezing his eyes shut. "Just, sit, okay?"

Kristen sits back down and stares at him as he tries to organize a single thought. The most important thought. "I'm not going to pay for you get rid of the baby—"

"But if you give me 500 dollars, this whole thing can go away and you can go home to your boyfriends and they'll be none the wiser…"

"How do you know about them?" Sebastian asks, feeling like he's about two seconds away from snapping.

"Please, you no more than finished with me before you were babbling about wanting to get home to your boyfriends. How do you think they'd feel about this? It's not like you can tell them. They'll boot your ass to the street, baby doll." Her voice is almost amused in a cold, calloused way and it brings fresh tears prickling at the back of Sebastian's eyelids.

He clears his throat. "Yeah, well. Don't worry about them. I already fucked that up, but I can't let you do this."

"Do what?" she asks, oblivious again.

Sebastian leans forward and without really thinking about it, starts talking. "Kristen, you said that you don't have a lot of money, well, I do. I know this sounds insane, but I will pay you anything you want not to go through with this. I'll rent you an apartment or pay your tuition to whatever school it is that you're going to. I'll cover all of your hospital bills and whatever you need, plus I'll even throw in some compensation at the end. Whatever you want."

He's aware of how desperately frantic he sounds but can't bring himself to care. She looks a little shocked but her eyes are far away like she's considering it, so Sebastian breathes a little sigh of relief.

"I get that it's your right to choose. I'm not arguing that, but I just want to give you another option and beg you to consider it." He sounds almost pathetic now but again, he doesn't care as long as she's considering it. "I'll take care of it and you'll never have to think about it again and as soon as it's born, you'll never have to see me again either."

"I'm moving to Maryland," she says as though it's a condition.

"I'll go with you," Sebastian promises, though his heart breaks a little because he has to leave. He has to hurt the two people he loves most. He already hurt them. This is just a consequence.

She leans back in her seat, contemplating. "And you'll give me whatever I want?"

"Anything," he agrees with a nod. "Provided you're willing to sign over rights and everything."

"Fine," Kristen agrees with a long suffering sigh. "Are you gonna need a place to stay until we leave?"

Sebastian nods and takes a drink. "Yeah."

She scribbles her address and phone number on a napkin and slides it across the table. "I'll make up the couch for you," she says as she stands up and leaves, clearly just as ready to have the exchange over with as Sebastian is.

He watches he leave before draining the rest of his drink and walking into the heat and pulling out his phone before ducking into an alley. There's no answer but he leaves a message.

"Dad, it's me. Listen, I need a favor…"

—

By the time Sebastian finally makes his way back to their apartment, he's walked around long enough for the tears to stop and the numb feeling of total helplessness to settle in. Kurt and Blaine are both gone to work (both working the graveyard shift at the diner Kurt managed to get Blaine a job at after he finally moved to New York) so he's able to do what he needs to do without actually having to talk to anyone.

It's the coward's way out of the situation, but he feels pretty much exactly like a coward right now. He packs all of his clothes into a suitcase, along with a few things he needs, and leaves a note:

I'm sorry. I fucked up. You deserve better. Don't try to find me, please. I love you both.

-Seb

He sets pen and the paper on top of the counter. He locks the door on his way out and slides his key under the locked door, fighting back a choking, painful sob as he turns away from his home.

A/N: Reviews are always appreciated! :) I honestly have no idea where this story is going to end up rating wise. There might be smut. Who knows? Smut is always good, right?