Rating: T

Categories: M/M, Mentions of F/M

Fandom: Glee

Word Count: 4770 more or less

Relationship: Mentions of Past Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe/Kurt Hummel, Kurt Hummel/OC

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, OCs, Blaine Anderson, Mentions of Isabel Writ

A/N: Okay, this is Chapter 2. Tell me what you think? Thank you!:)

It was almost midnight and Kurt was still wandering around the streets of New York; if it would have been any other normal day, he would have been in bed already or at his desk doing his school work or designs. He wouldn't be walking aimlessly in the freaking cold of the night. But unfortunately, it wasn't a normal day. His routine was relaxing but right now it wouldn't allow him to think about what happened during the day if he stayed at their apartment, he wouldn't be able to come up with a good decision… Not only would Rachel have been there with her nagging and her unsolicited opinions, he wouldn't be able to think clearly with Blaine there as well. He was staying at their apartment for the night, he wasn't sure why but that was what Rachel told him earlier that day. Kurt loved both of them but when his decision concerns Blaine and it will somehow Rachel as well, he needed time away so he could make a choice that he knew he could live with happily.

It was supposed to be a normal day. It shouldn't be like the one he had a week ago where he met Nick, Jeff and Sebastian at his favourite coffee shop. No, they met at Sebastian's mother's coffee shop. He still couldn't get over the fact that the son that Helena has been gushing about was Sebastian Smythe. Kurt shook his head and looked up at the sky.

Isabel wasn't supposed to participate in Blaine's surprise date or celebration or whatever. It was the first time that Blaine and Kurt went out for dinner. They often call it their friendly date when they do decide to get together for dinner, lunch or breakfast. But there wasn't friendly in what happened tonight. Their friendly… what the hell, it was a date. It was a freaking date, Hummel. He thought scornfully. Their 'date' (Kurt thought grudgingly) was a disaster or was it only in his eyes? Maybe he just thought that because he didn't like what happened during the said date and he didn't like how it ended.

Kurt was supposed to have a day off but Isabel asked him to come in as a favour to help her with the website but when he was already in the middle of doing the task, he realised that Isabel would have been able to do this in an hour. He let it go at first but Rachel and Blaine kept asking him where he was and what time he'll be coming back to the apartment. Another slip up was a text message mistakenly sent by Rachel. Kurt appeared in Isabel's office and made her spill the beans. She looked at him guiltily and he basically ran out of there after completing his task. He headed back to their apartment and he was stunned at the site that greeted him.

+2 hours ago+

Kurt entered the apartment was stunned to see rose petals scattered on the floor and Blaine Anderson standing in the living room with a bouquet of snow drops in his hands. "Oh my god, Blaine."

"You're home early." Blaine grinned at him and he took big strides and instantly he was in front of Kurt. "Surprised?"

Surprised is an understatement. Kurt thought but he nodded. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard from Rachel that you were able to submit your first batch of designs last week." Blaine gave him the bouquet of Snow drops and led him to the living room. "I… I was hoping we could celebrate?"

Who would be able to say no to Blaine with his puppy dog eyes? Kurt tried to smile but he was almost sure that it turned out to be a grimace. "Uhh, where were you planning to have dinner?"

"Oh, I made a reservation." Blaine told him. He told Blaine that he had to freshen up first.

Dinner was anything but comfortable for Kurt that is. Blaine didn't seem to notice Kurt's discomfort because he seemed to be nervous. Kurt tried to shift the conversation whenever he sensed that the conversation was starting to stir towards the dreaded subject of them. He was starting to regret his decision in coming back to their apartment earlier. When they got to the main course, things were starting to lighten. Blaine let Kurt stir the conversation and as the entrées started to go to and from their table, Kurt relaxed and started to think that Blaine didn't have the balls to open it up but when dessert came things started to go downhill; Blaine didn't let Kurt change the subject so easily, no, he didn't let Kurt change the subject at all. "Kurt..." He reached on top of the table to hold Kurt's hand and Kurt could only stiffen at the touch. Blaine didn't seem to have noticed. "I love you."

"Blaine." Kurt squeezed his hand trying to tell him to stop that seemed to have an opposite effect. He inwardly groaned.

"You don't know how much I regretted that moment." Blaine told him. "I regret hurting you and I wish so much that I didn't do it."

Kurt knew this, Kurt knew it because Blaine often told him whenever he got drunk. Kurt didn't want to hear it but he had to because if he walked out now, it'll embarrass Blaine then their friendship won't be salvageable. He would have ruined for both of them.

"I... We always told each other that we'll be together forever. That we're soulmates." Blaine looked at him, smile on his face. There were tears in his eyes and Kurt felt like he was killing Blaine for making him believe that he still loved him. "I... Still believe that." He stood up and proceeded to the piano of the restaurant. "Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen." Blaine said as he adjusted the microphone. He sat down and started to play the intro of the song. Kurt touched his necklace and bit his lower lip. He closed his eyes and he could feel himself grow smaller in his mind. "I'm Blaine Anderson." He introduced himself and everyone just smiled. There were some who's facial expression said that they didn't give a fuck.

Blaine cleared his throat and looked up to gaze at Kurt. "I was thinking of what song to sing to the love of my life." He whispered to the microphone. "I wanted to sing Teenage Dream because that was the song that I sang when I met the love of my life but I think I tarnished that song with my last performance of it. So I chose this song because I want to tell you, Kurt Hummel that no matter what happens... I will always love you and it will never ever change. This is Seasons may change by Jesse McCartney."

He closed his eyes and Kurt closed his as well. The ring on his neck was starting to weigh down on him. "Let me take your coat. Let's sit down and talk. I already heard the news. Plus, your papa told me, too." Kurt couldn't help but smile at the change of lyric. He opened his eyes and watched Blaine, his fingers still touching the pendant of the necklace. "I know it's complicated. Work got you all frustrated; But, don't trip you got me. And we'll get through it, baby."

Blaine now opened his eyes and smiled at Kurt. "I'm in it for the long run. (Even if we' strugglin')." Kurt tightened his hold on the pendant. He wanted to put a stop to the performance but he couldn't bring himself to stand up and walk over to Blaine to hug him to stop. "Every day (we gon' be hustlin'). Every day (we gon' be hustlin') together."

Blaine took a deep breath and repeated the verse. "I'm in it for the long run (Even if we strugglin'). Every day (we gon' be hustlin'). Every day (we gon' be hustlin') together."

Kurt was stunned in to his place. He wanted to move. He desperately wanted to but someone seemed to have shot him with a paralysing potion. "Even though I know seasons will change... But, my love will stay the same put that on everything, oh yeah. 'Cause if the world's fallin' apart. You still gon' have my heart." Kurt's mind couldn't help but add. But you don't have mine. Tears manage to fall on his cheeks and he didn't know why he was crying. "Put that everything, nothin's gonna change."

Kurt realised that he was gripping his pendant and he looked down at it. It was a ring that was 4 years old. He used to wear on his ring finger but removed it when they broke up. It was the same ring that he and Blaine bought a day before he left for New York. A symbol of their love, fidelity and loyalty to one another. He made it a habit of wearing it around his neck even after he got over Blaine and their relationship because it was a safety blanket. It felt safe because somehow, it reminded him that he could still come home to Lima. It wasn't because it was his and Blaine's. "Oooh, said nothin's gonna change

Oooh, my love will never change."

"(Your rent is due) Don't you worry, baby." Kurt closed his eyes and hopefully he'll be able to get through to it. "Y'know I got you, baby. All you gotta do is stay strong. Yeah."

Kurt sighed and he could hear Blaine's voice breaking. He remembered the night at Callbacks, he recalled the expression that Blaine had on his face during that performance, he remembered how emotional he got singing Teenage Dream. "I'ma hold you down, never leave you." Kurt took deep breaths. He knew in his heart what he wanted and it wasn't this but could his heart take hurting Blaine? No matter what happened between them, Blaine was still his best friend. "Baby, if it's mine, then it's your's too."

What if he asked for time? Would his love for Blaine come back? But making Blaine wait again is unreasonable and just cruel. "Whatever I gotta do, to get us through... the long run (Even if we strugglin'). Every day (we gon' be hustlin'), every day (we gon' be hustlin') together." He can't make himself fall in love with a person. "I'm in it for the long run (Even if we strugglin'). Every day (we gon' be hustlin'). Every day (we gon' be hustlin') together."

Kurt covered his lips with his fingers and he didn't know how to do any of it. "I'm sorry." Kurt whispered. He opened his eyes and accidentally held Blaine's gaze. He wanted to repeat the words again.

"Even though I know, seasons will change..." Blaine broke the connection, opting to look at the keys of the piano. He wondered what Blaine saw in his eyes. "But, my love will stay the same. Put that on everything, oh yeah." He could tell that Blaine was starting to loose his nerve when he mistakenly pressed a few keys. "Cause if the world's fallin' apart. You still gon' have my heart, put that on everything... Nothin's gonna change."

Blaine suddenly stopped and approached their table. He held out his hand for Kurt, a silent plea to come with him. Kurt takes the hand and he was pulled to the garden of the Restaurant. "Oooh, said nothin's gonna change. Oooh, my love will never.." Blaine let him sit down as he started to sing again. "Some things will never fade away. Hearts on lock so throw the key away. Summer, Winter, Fall. And in the Spring."

Blaine knelt in front of Kurt and touched Kurt's necklace. Blaine rarely acknowledge the presence of the accessory. "Ooh, my love will never change. (Oh no) Life could be unfair. (You know) That I'ma be the one there. (We gon') Love each other just the same." He looked into Kurt's eyes and held his hands in his.

"Seasons will change... Even though I know, seasons will change, baby." Blaine brought them up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on each his fingers. "Oh, but my love will stay the same, put that on everything, oh yeah."

"'Cause if the world's fallin' apart, you still gon' have my heart. My love will never change." The song was finally over and the inevitable giving of answer needed to happen. "Ooh, my love will never change."

Ooh, my love will never change." Blaine let go of his hands and reached into his pocket. "Kurt, can we please get back together?" He pulled out a bracelet and it was the one they gushed at a few months ago.

Kurt looks at him, his mouth hanging open. Blaine surprises him again when he tells him that he'll give him time to think before he tells Blaine his answer.

+present+

After the emotional display, Blaine kissed him for the first time in years. There weren't any fireworks or his head exploding from giddiness like it used to. It felt empty and...just, blank. He loves Blaine but... He wasn't in love with him.

Kurt touched his lips and sighed. There wasn't tingling or any sign that the kiss was good in his mind. Blaine was a good kisser but the kiss they shared was just… it wasn't, it didn't feel right. He pulled out his phone and he didn't know who he could talk to. All of his friends liked Blaine. They all loved him and all of them believed that they should get back together. He didn't know how to explain that as much as he loved Blaine... It was just, it wasn't enough to maintain a relationship. He could almost hear Rachel saying that maybe love was enough. He sighed heavily.

He ended up at a bar a few blocks away from the cafe. He realised the lateness of the hour and the shop might be closed already. He entered the bar and walked towards the bar. He asked for a glass of scotch and he contemplated if he should get a beer. He wasn't planning on getting drunk but he was planning on having buzz. He needed to get rid of the tension in his body. The blasting of the music was annoying and he suddenly remembered why he hated going to places bars or any place that consisted of drunken people dancing, the smell of smoke everywhere and the music blasting to a point that people will be temporarily deaf after they leave. He wondered how Sebastian or anyone for that matter could ever stomach coming to a place like this.

Then the DJ lowers the volume and announces that it was time for some blues. People began to pair off and he couldn't believe his ears when Air Supply's All out of Love began blasting in the speakers. He wanted to walk up to the DJ and ask what his problem was but he was reminded that his role in the bar was fairly insignificant. He drank the contents of the glass and gestured at the bartender to get him the bottle. He wondered why Blaine didn't choose this song, it was more appropriate but then again, it wasn't.

If he asked for Blaine to wait for him to be ready then... He can sing this song to Blaine but he had to modify the lyrics. I'm lying alone, with my hand on the phone thinking of you til it hurts. Thinking too much. He grimaced as he began to realise that sooner or later he needed to face Blaine. He can't avoid him forever. He sighed as he began to glide his finger on the rim of the glass. He was out of love. "Hey stranger." He looked up and saw Oliver taking a seat next to him. "What are you doing here?"

Kurt smiled and he could feel himself melt at the accent of the man. "Just getting a drink."

"And what situation would warrant you to drink?" Oliver asked. "Did something happen to your father?"

"W- What?" Kurt's brows furrowed and then, he chuckled as he shook his head. "No, my dad's fine. He's well, actually. Just, my friends being...them."

"Ah, pressuring you again in getting back together with that cheater of a ex-boyfriend of yours?" Oliver smirked, taking a sip of his own drink. He snatched Kurt's glass away and took a whiff before grimacing and giving it back to him. "Never been a fan of scotch, more of a brandy, whiskey type of man."

Kurt leaned closer to Oliver, motioning him to lean closer as well. "Anything I say to you whilst I was drunk cannot be repeated." Kurt whispered gravely when Oliver was near enough. It takes a moment for it to sink in before Oliver laughed, shaking his head. He claps a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "He wants to get back together."

"And of course you said...?" Oliver asked. Oliver emptied his glass before grabbing the bottle in front of Kurt. He steals a glance at Kurt who stayed silent. He moved closer to the man. "Kurt! You said what?"

Kurt looks startled. He was spacing out again. He sighed. He seemed to be disappearing in his mind again. "I..."

"Don't tell me you said yes." Oliver's eyebrow arched. "You did, didn't you?"

Oliver's tone sounded a bit incredulous and daring him to say yes because there'll be silent judgement coming after it. "I didn't answer." Kurt snapped at him. "Before I could work up the courage to say no, he told me that he'll give me time to think about it." He sighed and leaned back on the back rest of his stool.

"You don't need time." Oliver said knowingly.

Kurt looks at him, his eyebrow arching. "You think you know what I want?"

Oliver leaned in to whisper in Kurt's ear. "Sweetheart, I don't think, I know." He whispered, his hot breath on his ear. "I know what you want and its not him."

"Your confidence in that statement is almost convincing." Kurt smirked. Oliver then removes Kurt's hand from his glass and place their glasses and the bottle in the bar, gesturing to the bartender to keep it safe. He takes Kurt's hand and pulls him towards the dance floor. "Some people ask before they pull them to dance with them. Best way to avoid sexual harassment cases."

"Oh, love. Why bother asking when I know you'll say yes?" Oliver asked, wrapping Kurt's arms around his neck. He placed his hands on Kurt's hips and began grinding against him. Oliver then leaned in to whisper. "I'm just here to remind you that you're a New York Boy now, Kurt. And that Blaine might be the prince you dreamed of when you were younger... but we, both of us, well, you came to a realistion that he's not the prince meant to sweep you off your feet or keep you on your toes. Neither am I."

"Oli." Kurt looked at him.

Oliver kissed his cheek and he didn't say another word, just danced with Kurt until the song died down. They returned to their seats and Kurt started downing the drink at an alarming rate. "He'll get hurt now but he'll learn to accept your decision. It's better than making him wait or telling him yes and be both unhappy. Make a decision you can live with and be happy."

Kurt looked at him warily. "This is not the place to have this conversation."

"It's the perfect place, love." Oliver winked at him. "But I think bartenders are usually the ones offering the pearls of good advice."

"You'll make an awesome bartender then." Kurt giggled as he poured himself another drink.

Oliver snatched bottle away and shook his head. "Enough of that, love. You're already tipsy and I don't think wandering New York, staggering and whatnot is not a very good idea." Oliver said as he patted his arm. "Come on, up, up. I'll walk you home."

+a few hours later+

Sebastian entered the coffee shop. His mother asked him to take over the shop for her since she needed to go to France. He was surprised to see Kurt there. Sebastian half-expected not to see prissy gay at his mother's coffee shop anymore. He looked around it seemed that his mother's employees got it. He strode over to Kurt's table. "Hey Princess, what's with the sunglasses?" Sebastian asked, taking a seat in front of him.

"Go away." Kurt muttered as he pressed his fingers to his temples. Sebastian smirked as he realised that the man was suffering from a hangover. "Go bother someone else."

"If you're waiting f-"

"Your mother is in France, I know. She told me." Kurt snapped at him. "Don't you have to be annoying somewhere else?"

Before Sebastian could retort someone tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me, but you're in my seat." Sebastian looked up, his eyebrow arching.

"And you are?" Sebastian asked. He was fairly attractive, British, judging by the accent. Of course Hummel will be dating a British man. "Are you Hummel's boyfriend?"

"Oli, just drag another seat and keep your voice down." Kurt had his head cast down, it made him look like he was reading his book.

'Oli' drags a seat next to Sebastian and places a cup of coffee near Kurt's hand. "Serves you right to have a hang over." The british man says. "I'm sorry, I forgot to answer your question. Oliver, Oliver Park, and you are?" He turned towards Sebastian.

"Voices." Kurt mutters under his breath.

"I'll get you a tylenol." Oliver stands up and kissed the top of Kurt's head.

Sebastian smirked when Kurt looked at the man, his eyebrow raised. He turned towards Sebastian and sighed. "Not a word." Kurt told him.

"I wasn't going to say anything." Sebastian smirked at him. "But I should have known you're one of those chicks that would for the guys with the accents."

"He's not my boyfriend. And I'm not a girl." Kurt frowned. "Go bother someone else, Smythe. Not in the mood."

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" Sebastian looked at him, surprised by the irritation in his voice.

Kurt took the cup and brought it to his lips. "He got me black coffee." Kurt grimaced as he placed it back down on the table.

"I'm guessing the boyfriend is not so perfect?" Sebastian smirked.

"He's not my boyfriend." Kurt snapped.

"What's your order?" Sebastian asked, standing up.

Kurt's eyebrow arched. "Why?"

"So I can ask the barista to make you one, duh." Sebastian answered.

Kurt ignored him for a few moments before sighing and decided to give in. He told Sebastian his usual order. Oliver came back when he walked over to the counter and entered the kitchen so he could make Kurt's order.

Sebastian followed his mother's instructions on how to make the perfect coffee and he didn't really know what she did to make it look so easy because doing it is so goddamn hard. When he was done, he walked back over to the pair. "-etter if you didn't wait any longer telling him." Oliver told him, Sebastian had to admit that the British accent was very appealing to the one listening to it.

"Can we not talk about it?" Kurt asked.

Oliver sighed. "Kurt, as much I want to tell you that you can put it off like your audition for one of the lead soloists during one of our performances in NYADA, this is not like that. This is something you have to do at the soonest possible moment."

"Weren't you listening to Helena when she taught you that it's rude to listen other people's conversations?" Kurt frowned, the jab hitting Sebastian directly. He didn't have to take off the sunglasses because Sebastian knew that Kurt was glaring at him. Sebastian smirked and placed the new cup near Kurt before taking his previous seat.

"He's Helena's son?" Oliver asked. "He's Elliott?" Oh, great. He's one of his mom's regular customers. Then again, Kurt and this Oliver did seem close. It would be perfectly normal if they frequented the shop together.

"Yes, and he's also Sebastian Smythe." Kurt answered.

Oliver's eyebrow rises and realisation dawns on him. "Oh, he's the bloke who tried to steal Blaine away during your high school days, yes? Are you sure that he's not the sod Blaine che-" Oliver stopped and yelped in pain. "That hurt, Kurt." Kurt didn't react. Sebastian's eyebrows arched. Oliver started muttering things like 'Pacifist, my arse' as he massaged his leg.

"I didn't know that you talked about me, Princess. I have to tell you that I'm flattered." Sebastian placed a hand on his chest dramatically. Oliver seemed to have no intention in continuing the sentence.

"Only to talk about your evil schemes." Kurt said as he took another sip from his cup.

Oliver looked at Sebastian, there was a curious look on his face. It was unnerving. If Sebastian got self-conscious, he would have been self-conscious already with the intensity of the look Oliver was giving him. He then turns to Kurt. "Kurt, I have to go. Promise that you'll talk to Blaine today?"

Kurt frowned before sighing. He couldn't believe that Oliver was talking about this in front of Sebastian. "If I catch him." Kurt said. Oliver sighed before touching his hand. He left a few moments later.

"What's up with Blaine?" Sebastian asked.

Kurt didn't really know how Sebastian got him to talking but he ended telling Sebastian what happened last night and he couldn't even believe that he also took off his necklace to place it on the table top. "-he thought that I kept it because, well, because I still wanted the things we talked about."

"And you're contemplating if you should because you don't know if you or he could take you breaking his heart?" Sebastian asked. "Well, I think the answer is staring already at you. Or are you such an idiot that it has to slap you on the face or bite you in the ass?"

"It's complicated." Kurt muttered, ignoring the jab on his intelligence… again.

"No, it's pretty simple." Sebastian countered. "It's either you break his heart, make him miserable for a period of time and be happy with your decision or not break his heart and make both of you miserable until the end of your pathetic lives."

"Bu-"

"You want to protect Blaine but all you're doing is coddling him. He's going to get hurt either way." Sebastian shrugged.

Kurt looked at Sebastian. "What if I learn to love him?"

Sebastian's eyebrow arched. "Can you?" Kurt sighed heavily. If he were being honest with himself then no, he can't. He and Blaine want different things. Kurt wanted to see the world first and Blaine seemed to be ready to settle down now. Kurt wanted to pursue his career in Fashion and all of them expect him to pursue the career in Broadway because it was his dream during high school, but dreams can change right? "You're just scared of hurting him."

Kurt's eyebrow raised and he remembered that he was talking to Sebastian Smythe. He tilted his head and he took off his sunglasses, finally able to take in the brightness of his surroundings, "So what exactly is your angle?"

"My angle?" Sebastian repeated. He smirked and chuckled when realisation dawned on him. "Oh god, you still think that I like your boy, don't you?"

"You were pretty adamant on stealing him away." Kurt crossed his arms over his chest.

"Even if I were hung up on him, Hummel... I would have moved on by now." Sebastian smirked. "Or don't you think I would have known about your break-up if I did?"

"Ah, I suppose." Kurt shrugged, he took a sip of the caramel macchiato and he had to admit that Helena's cups were better than this but oh well, it was better than the drinks of the other coffee shops. He sighed. "So, why are you here?"

"I'm here, talking to you." Sebastian smirked at him.

Kurt rolled his eyes and he was tempted to smack the back of his head. "Really? I didn't notice. I thought that was a meerkat groaning out of pain."

"You make it sound like you hate hearing my voice." Sebastian smirked at him.

Kurt looked at him. "What makes you think I like hearing your whiny voice?"

"You keep making me talk." Sebastian simply said and left the table.

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