Maybe We Could Find New Ways To Fall Apart.

Chapter two: Denial is not a river in Egypt.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I owned Glee, it would air at a much later time and probably on HBO.

Rating – T, probably eventual M.

A/N: Oh my gosh, thank you for all the super nice reviews! What do you think, should I continue this? For anyone wondering, the title of this is from We Are Young by Fun. It's an amazing song, so go listen. Oh, and, for the sake of this fic, though it's AU, it still progresses as season three does. So general spoilers up to Yes/No so far time frame wise.

Also, I would have had this up a few days ago, but I've had the mother of all writers block. I'll try to update once, maybe twice a week, hopefully. This is also un-beta'd so far, so if there are any grammar mistakes feel free to correct me. I'm looking for a beta, so if you're interested, let me know!

Anyways, this has been a monster of an author's note, so on with the story. Please read and review, I love you all. 3

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They say it's hard to stay away from your soul mate once you find them. It was some unexplainable force that drew you to that one person, binding you together and keeping you close to each other, no matter how far away you were. They said you could feel whatever the other was feeling, and could tell when when they were close; you felt their pain, and sorrow, and joy. You were a part of them, whether you wanted it or not.

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Maybe if he ignored it, pretended it never happened, it would go away. This couldn't be right; it had to be god (if there was one) or fate's way of screwing with him.

Sebastian Smythe could not be his soul mate.

He refused to accept it.

He'd even begun avoiding going to the Lima Bean, much to his displeasure, as he loved his coffee. He couldn't avoid it today though. It was Wednesday, and that meant his weekly coffee date with Blaine.

Blaine.

He couldn't tell Blaine. How would he understand?

What would he think? The very boy who had harassed and insulted them just one week ago was now irrevocably tied to Kurt in the worst of ways. How could he tell Blaine he found his soul mate, and it was him? How was he to explain the one person he was meant to be with was Sebastian Smythe?

As they sat in the coffee shop, chatting amicably and discussing the daily goings-on of the New Directions, (apparently the sexual tension between Sam and Mercedes these days was unbearable), and Mr. Schue's recent engagement to his soul mate, Emma, the guidance counsellor, Kurt had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew Sebastian was there, felt his presence before he saw him; a soft aching pulling in his chest, his heart racing, skipping beats like crazy. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to say calm, keeping up pretenses for Blaine's sake, like nothing had changed.

Nothing had changed, as far as Blaine knew.

After a moment, Kurt was calm, or at least he appeared to be. Inside he was an emotional wreck. His head and heart telling him two different things. His stomach fluttered wildly with nerves as Sebastian took the empty seat at their table. Cerulean eyes met green as the two boys finally look at each other.

Kurt knew how stupid he must have looked, just staring, especially at a person he was allegedly supposed to hate, but he couldn't help himself. Blaine greeted Sebastian cheerfully, and Kurt wanted to say something, anything, to break this awful silence between them. He wanted to be his usual, sarcastic, bitchy self, and insult the taller boy's hair, or his teeth, or the arrogant persona he usually carried. But he couldn't. Suddenly, the way Sebastian smirked was endearing; his arrogant confidence was strangely sexy, and Kurt just wanted to run his fingers through his carefully styled hair.

Sebastian stared at Kurt with a strange, distant look on his face, unshed tears glistening in his eyes. This really wasn't a game, he thought. Well not anymore. He never knew how much he wanted this, craved this feeling, ofedare-he-say-it, love.He was in lovewith Kurt Hummel. In love with his beautiful pale skin, his fiery blue-grey eyes, his fantastic sense of style, even the way he throws insults in his face. In every aspect of his life, Kurt Hummel was passionate, and Sebastian loved it.

They continued to stare at each other in this manner, brought back to reality only by the harsh tone of

Blaine's phone, the ringing shrill in their ears. Kurt jumped at the noise, it surprising him, Sebastian chuckling softly at Kurt's actions. Blaine answered his phone, sending a confused glance in Sebastian's direction. It was Rachel, who immediately began yabbering on about 'their impending duet for regionals'.

"I'll be right back, babe." Blaine sighed, rolling his eyes at Rachel's words as he stepped outside to take his call. Upon Blaine's exit, Kurt turned back to look at Sebastian again, and froze. He was looking at him like there was no one else in the room, like the pale boy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Kurt was terrified.

"K-kurt, I-I..." his voice broke. It seemed like he was trying to hold back tears. Kurt had never seen the taller boy like this before. "Kurt…" he let out shakily, desperately, as if he was clinging to his name like a lifeline, a single tear slipping down his cheek in the process. He'd never felt like this before, like he neededsomeone, needed them so much it was overwhelming. He was used to wanting, to steamy exchanges with strangers in bars and clubs, but now it was as if he depended on Kurt, with every fiber of his being reaching out to him, wanting to touch him, kiss him, be hisfucking everything. It was the most petrifying thing he had ever felt. He could tell the other boy felt it too; the urgent need to be close to one another.

Kurt dropped his gaze down to his almost-empty coffee cup, sighing softly. "You've never called me that before. Called me Kurt." He managed to whisper, almost silently. If Sebastian wasn't listening closely, waiting for some sort of reaction from him, he wouldn't have heard it at all. Running his fingers through his meticulously coiffed hair, Kurt pulled his lips together in a small smile, still not looking at the boy sat across from him. He gently extended his hand and placed it hesitantly over Sebastian's on the table, both of them feeling the electricity, the adrenaline pumping through them from just that simple touch, like this was meant to be, like it was home.

Both Sebastian and Kurt opened their mouths to speak, their eyes locking, as the bell above the door tinkled, signaling Blaine's reentry. Sighing dejectedly, Kurt snatched his hand away as if it were on fire, and faked an affectionate grin at his boyfriend as he slumped back down at their table. "What's wrong, honey?" he asked.

Blaine took a sip of his coffee. "Oh it's just Rachel again. You know how she gets. I love her and everything; she's like the sister I never had. but she's just so…." He sighed. "Damn exhausting! Regionals are only in a month, and she's demanding that we add yet another practice session a week for our duet. We already have three!" Pausing, Blaine looked at his boyfriend, who was nodding sympathetically.

"Don't worry," Kurt replied. "I'll get Finn to take her to distract her with something or other. A fancy dinner might butter her up enough to get her to cancel on of your rehearsals." With this, Blaine chippered up slightly, grinning. "Anyway, what were you two talking about while I was gone?"

Kurt gulped nervously as Sebastian smirked at him from across the table (stupid attractive smirk), looked at Blaine and retorted. "Kurt here was just saying how he thought another trip to Scandals was in order." Blaine chuckled, and agreed straight away. It was a place where he could be himself, no judgment from anyone. Sebastian locked eyes with Kurt and raised his eyebrows in suggestion.

Kurt guessed he was going to Scandals, then.