Kurt steps foot onto the bustling sidewalk of New York City and lets the glass door of Vogue swing shut behind him. He joins the crowd of people in commute and heads towards his apartment. It had been another enlightening day at work, but right now, he could really go for some tea and a long nap. Today marked day three of the end of Klaine. Kurt still couldn't place if he's in some nightmare or if his world is truly this hazy. Each day that passed has been encased in some kind of lucid spell. The days flowed together, but he could remember that moment perfectly. The very second Blaine said "I was with someone else." His world stopped. And it just wouldn't start again. He was living each day a zombie. A breathing, walking, talking, otherworldly version of himself.

He turns the final corner before his apartment building and looks up just in time to spot a familiar face walk out of the coffeehouse two shops down. What the hell is he doing here? Kurt wonders and watches the man head the same direction as him before turning into Kurt's own apartment building. Kurt speeds up his pace and even dodges past a few people in an attempt to get a better look at where the man is going.

He rushes into the building and runs to the elevator. The doors are already closing, but he catches a glimpse of the clothes and knows he's on that elevator. He watches the numbers as the machine goes up. It stops at floor three. Kurt doesn't waste any time and bolts to the stairs. When he reaches the floor, he's out of breath, but he's caught him. The man of six foot one is at the opposite end of the long hall getting his keys out. Kurt heads towards him, passing the elevator and quickly running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it more presentable. It wasn't like this guy meant anything to him; he just didn't want him to think that the break up—if he'd heard of it—was taking that much of a toll on him.

Two steps to go and the man looks up. Green eyes pierce blue and a small smirk appears.

"Sebastian."

"Kurt. What a... pleasant surprise." He opens his door and gestures in with his hand. "Would you like to come in?"

Kurt doesn't say anything and walks right in. He looks around briefly. There's a maroon couch just to the right of the entrance facing a television. A couple newspapers are scattered across the coffee table and an empty mug is placed at the corner. To the left is the kitchen. It's smaller than Kurt's, but the living space is bigger. Two plates are sitting in the sink, but other than that, it looks pretty clean.

"You actually live here," Kurt says.

"Um, yeah. What's the big deal princess?"

"I live here. In this building."

Sebastian's eyes bug a little. How had they missed each other?

"But why are you here anyway? I thought you were a junior last year."

"I was, but over the summer my dad's work got moved, so I wound up here, in New York. Everything was so short notice that I had to get an apartment that was closer to the high school than where my parents are. I think they were just trying to keep me away from them again." He goes to the cabinet and grabs two glasses and fills them with water. He hands one to Kurt and then sits on the couch.

"Thanks," Kurt says, sitting down as well.

"Well, you looked like you'd run a mile when I saw you. I didn't know I was so irresistible that you'd chase after me," Sebastian smirks and Kurt finds himself cracking a smile at the comment, rather than being annoyed. The way he'd ran after him, the man had adequate reason to say something like that.

"Why do you think that your parents are trying to get rid of you?"

"Why do you think they had me at Dalton? It's boarding school."

"But it might have just been that—"

"Listen, Kurt, I know things kind of changed for us after what happened with Dave, but we aren't friends. You don't have to try and make me feel better. I'm content with my life."

"Fine." Kurt turns away from him and sinks into the couch. He doesn't want to leave yet. He wants a distraction from Blaine and just being here with Sebastian is giving him that.

"How's NYADA?"

"I didn't get in," Kurt lowers his eyes to the ground, preparing for the snide remark he's going to get, but Sebastian simply says, "So, what are you doing in New York then?"

"I got the shove to come here because I was still spending my days at McKinley despite graduating. I knew I belonged here, I just couldn't find a reason to come if it wasn't for something. I'm glad I came, though. I never would have gotten a job at if I didn't."

"You're working for Vogue?"

"Yep. And doing quite well, I have to say. They love me there."

"How's the hobbit doing without you?"

It stings, but he can tell Sebastian didn't mean any harm in the question. His thoughts start rolling though and soon, he's angry. "He's perfectly fine," Kurt replies bitterly.

Sebastian's eyebrows furrow and he studies Kurt. They seemed so stuck on each other, like inseparable. But here's Kurt Hummel somewhere between pissed and fighting tears. "What happened?" He asks.

"Don't give me that crap," Kurt fires, turning to face Sebastian. "You didn't want me prying into your life. Don't act like you care about mine."

Sebastian shrugs nonchalantly, "I don't. But I want to know what happened."

Kurt shakes his head, but he hasn't been able to actually talk about this with anyone. Rachel has been caught up in what's going on with her and Finn and no one else is really around. He doesn't know anyone here well enough to talk with them about it. Sebastian's the first person to ask and frankly, he just needs to get this off his chest. "Blaine cheated on me. He fucking found some other guy and hooked up with him. He said it was my fault. My. Fault. Because I wasn't there and he 'needed' me. I'm out here trying to live my dream and apparently that's an inconvenience to him."

Sebastian's taken aback. Blaine wouldn't even fuck him when he had the chance. Was he really that desperate? It just didn't seem like Blaine at all. At least not the Blaine he thought he knew, but either way, it pisses him off that he could be so careless with Kurt's feelings. "Kurt... that's…" he tries, but the smaller boy starts sobbing. He shakes his head and does something unthinkable. He moves closer and wraps his arms around Kurt's small frame, pulling him into his chest. He can feel the shudders from each sob rake through the boy's body and he runs a hand soothingly across his back.

Eventually, Kurt pulls back, slightly astonished about what just took place, but he doesn't want to dwell on it. "I should really get going. Rachel's going to wonder where I am."

"You're rooming with Rachel?"

"Yeah," Kurt responds as he stands up.

"Why don't you stay here tonight? It might clear your mind," Sebastian's talking before his mind even knows what he's saying.

"Thanks, but we're not really friends, Sebastian. You said so yourself."

"Just being hospitable," He drapes an arm across the back of the couch smoothly. "Come by whenever Kurt." He winks, making it seem more like a joke than an actual offering, but Kurt can tell Sebastian wouldn't really care if he did.

"We'll see," Kurt smiles a little and heads to the door.

And he can't quite shake the feeling that he'll be back soon.


Author's Note:

So, I thought of this right after I watched 'The Break Up' and I just had to see where it might go.

How was the first chapter? I'd really like some feedback so I can decide to continue this or not.

Thanks for reading! :)