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It was windy day in Lima, OH. Kurt Hummel bundled his brand new Marc Jacobs scarf around his neck.

It had been a Valentine's Day gift from Blaine and every time he wore he felt warm and whole. It was bright red with gray stripes, alike to Blaine's in high school.

Blaine Anderson was still perfect to Kurt. Occasionally, he would feel insignificant next to Blaine. For instance when Blaine decided to enroll at NYADA, he breezed through auditions and received a full scholarship. Kurt usually now reflected on how worried he was in high school. Blaine just had everything under control. And now and then, Kurt had pangs of jealousy about that quality. He coveted his natural talent when Kurt had to be determined and firm about his desires.

The Lima Bean was quiet on this Tuesday afternoon. Kurt strutted to the counter and stood in the lengthy line.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is."

Kurt turned slowly. He was greeted by a snarky smile on a tan skinned man's face.

"Sebastian Smythe?" Kurt said his name incredulously.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "Surprised you'd remember, Mr. New York."

Kurt hadn't talked to Sebastian in about a year since the Karofsky accident. It seemed silly to Kurt. All their high school drama was in the past.

"Ha, it's definitely not all it's cracked up to be." Kurt replied politely, turning back to the counter.

Sebastian was taken aback for a moment at Kurt's friendly tone, but he recovered quickly from his mistake. Seeing the line was slow he made small talk.

"So, how's Blaine doing these days?"

Kurt shrugged. "He's fine. He's enrolled at NYADA with me."

Sebastian looked at Kurt. His face had filled out, and his eyes were even brighter. There wasn't a trace of acne or imperfection on his sculpted face.

"You don't seem to happy about that."

Kurt looked at Sebastian and opened his mouth. "Well-"

"I can get the next customer, please."

Kurt stepped up to the counter. "Yes, I'd like a tall mocha, please."

Sebastian watched him. His tight pants formed around his tight ass and he couldn't help wondering what his hips felt like.

And tasted like.

"Sebastian?"

"Yes?" He answered the angel voice.

"Would you like to sit with me?"

"Sure," Sebastian replied hastily following him, not even caring of his coffee.

Kurt found it surprisingly easy to converse with Sebastian. They talked of fashion and Kurt's career. They slowly eased into the subject of Blaine and Kurt was amazed at how much he told Sebastian. He couldn't help himself. He hadn't been able to tell anyone.

"I just thought," Kurt continued, "that we would be a pair. Now it feels like I'm all alone out here, you know?"

Sebastian had never related to someone more in his life. "Kurt, you need to tell Blaine this. Set him straight." He checked his watch. "Shit, I have work in a few minutes." He stood to leave and Kurt rose as well.

"Sebastian, I-"

"Listen, you just needed to vent, I know. I've made mistakes and I know you still don't forgive me for them. But, I am sorry, Kurt. I always took things as a joke in high school, because it was easier than dealing with all the crap. But, I-" He cut himself with a tiny sob.

What was he doing? Crying? He hadn't cried in ages. Especially not in front of someone. It was too vulnerable, too open. He was weak. A weak little boy just as his father said.

Kurt stared at the boy in front of him, contemplating. Sebastian Smythe definitely was not the same person as he was in high school.

When Sebastian felt Kurt's hand on his chin, he looked up.

"Sebastian. I forgive you. I already had." Kurt's eyes were locked with his. "You're different. And it's better. You're actually a decent human being now," Kurt said with a chuckle.

The taller boy laughed half-heartedly, brushing the tears off his face and standing tall.

"Can we meet again after my shift is over?" he asked cautiously. He definitely didn't want to over-step his boundaries but he needed Kurt. Now more than ever.

Kurt nodded slowly. "Sure."