This is a Klaine fic, containing (eventual) mature content. The chapters will have warnings on the top of them, when they get sexual. Also, I love my baby Sebastian, so try not to bash him too much.

This story is based off of an RP (roleplay) group that I'm currently in, basically editing the scenarios together and adding bits of my own writing into the story to have it all make sense and flow. Not all of the work is mine, but I have the permission of my fellow RPers to use their words. Enjoy Chapter 2!

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All characters belong to FOX, Ryan Murphy, Glee, and all that jazz. Except for Sebastian, since he is my mental baby/OC.


Their first full week at Juilliard passed by in a blur. Sebastian and Kurt spent a lot of their free time together, getting to know one another's habits. Surprisingly, Seb was a more "break-the-stereotype" gay guy...for the most part. He had been a member of his high school's cheerleading squad, versus joining the football team, but he'd also been on the varsity soccer team. And though he liked fashion, it was more in a "I know what makes me look good, so that's what I'll wear" type of way. He was a genuinely nice guy, but hesitant to open up much about his past: Kurt sometimes heard his roommate cry out in his sleep from nightmares. The two boys were becoming very close quite quickly.

Much to Kurt's surprise, mid-way during their second week of classes, he received a text message from Blaine: "How's the concrete jungle treating you?" It was short and oddly casual, considering the major lack of contact between them during the last part of the summer.

The countertenor thought out his reply carefully before replying: "New York is stunning, especially at night. Absolutely the place I'm meant to be…How are you doing?"

The response was immediate: "I'm alright, I suppose. Westerville is as it's always been: posh and quiet. I envy you, being around the bright lights of the city. To be honest, I didn't even know if you'd respond to me when I messaged you."

Kurt sighed before typing. "I don't want things to be awkward between us, Blaine. We were friends before anything else. I still care about you…Maybe you could visit sometime and get a taste of the big apple yourself." He bit his lip, waiting for a reply. Maybe that was too much to admit.

The reply shocked him: "I still really care about you too. Quite a lot actually. Look, once I finish up things here, I'm transferring to Juilliard. I've already been accepted. I know that you probably wouldn't want to, and that New York has probably already given you a new lease on life, but do you think maybe you could find it in your heart to give us another shot?...I'm not asking you to take me back. I just want to try to work things out between us...I'm not going to lie. Being away from you hurts, Kurt."

The countertenor's eyes filled with tears at the new text message. He typed out the next few words with shaking fingers: "Blaine, I…you're actually transferring here? To New York…to Juilliard? I can't...I can't even think straight right now. It's been a really long day for me, and being away from you…It's been really hard for me too. I want to make things work, I just…we need to talk about this in person."

His phone buzzed after only a moment. "What if I said I would be there this weekend?"

"Then I would say we definitely need to see each other..."

"I'm flying up to take a tour of the campus and scope things out. I would really love to see you."

"Even though I've barely gotten here myself, I can try and show you around some too…because I really want to see you, B."

"I can't wait to see you, K. I know this might seem random, but would you want to go see The Addams Family with me? My cousin is in the ensemble and could give us a tour afterwards :) Oh, and just so you know, I am not responsible for tackling you via hug."

Kurt smiled softly and sent his response. "That would be…amazing actually. I would love to! And you forget, I'm used to your rather exuberant displays of affection, so I'll be more than prepared."

"Well, let's just put it this way: If I'm supposed to give you a hug that equates just how much I've missed you, expect to be standing in the same place for a while."

"Believe me, I'm exceedingly eager for this enthusiastic hugging session to begin…" The countertenor sent off that last message just as Sebastian walked into the room.

"Hey!" the dark-haired boy said with his usual cheerful grin. "What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing much..." Kurt answered casually, as his phone lit up with another text: "Just another small disclaimer, if I may: I am not responsible for my clumsiness. When I lose my balance, my lips get a mind of their own and I have no control over where they land..." His face flushed. They'd been apart for so long, Kurt had nearly forgotten how flirtatious Blaine could be.

"Nothing, huh?" Seb said slyly, trying to peek over his roommate's shoulder at his phone. "Then why are you blushing so much?"

Kurt's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he shielded the screen. "Oh, be quiet, you..."

"Someone special?" the dark-haired boy quipped, trying not to his hurt feelings show. Sebastian knew he was an idiot if he thought he could end up with someone like Kurt. Even though his roommate claimed he was single, it was only a matter of time before someone came along and snatched his new crush up.

"Kind of," the countertenor said evasively. "He was in the past...and I guess he might be again? We're going to figure things out when he visits this weekend."

"Sweet," Sebastian smiled at him, internally groaning at the thought.


The rest of the week passed by in a blur for Kurt. He couldn't wait to see Blaine, despite the miserable circumstances that had orchestrated their break-up. He knew things could be alright again, if they were able to see each other and talk things out...and if Blaine really did decide to transfer to Juilliard.

They discussed their plans. Blaine was flying in Friday evening, the play was Saturday night, and Blaine's other flight left Sunday afternoon, so they would have plenty of time to spend together during the weekend, though Kurt secretly thought it wouldn't be enough, depending on how their first conversation in person went. Friday morning, he woke early for class and found yet another text message from Blaine: "Just thought you'd like to know that I am officially counting down the minutes until I get to hold you."

The countertenor smiled and headed to class, sending one last text: "Let me know when your flight gets in..."


Kurt scowled at his phone. Nearly thirty text messages sent, and still no response from Blaine. He checked the airports website, seeing the flight had left on time. Did he...did he change his mind after all? Was Kurt just not worth the trip anymore? The countertenor sighed and checked his phone for the millionth time. Nothing.. Kurt couldn't deal with all the thoughts in his head right now. He changed into a more suitable party outfit and grabbed his phone. "Seb, are you going to that party in Mason tonight? Quinn texted me about it earlier, and I'm heading over now…" he called over to his roommate.

"Naw. I might go over later at some point…but parties have never really been my thing," Sebastian replied with a small smile, putting down his headphones. "Hey, wasn't your friend supposed to be coming into the city today?"

Kurt gritted his teeth at the reminder. "Yeah, something came up…" He crossed his arms and pouted slightly. "Whatever," he added, trying to cover up his hurt feelings.

"Well…have fun tonight. If you need me to come get you for some reason, just call me," Seb replied. "I'll be around here all night, most likely."

"Thanks…" Kurt said softly, opening their door. "I'll try to not come in too late."

"Dude, it's a Friday night," the dark-haired boy replied. "Don't sweat it." The countertenor smiled in return and headed over to Mason, awkwardly stepping into the room. Normally, he would love to make a dramatic entrance, but due to Blaine's absence, he was feeling less than spectacular that night. He looked around for some familiar faces.

Sam noticed that Kurt was there first. "Hey Kurt!" He called over, waving to him. The blonde boy went over to grab a few drinks: one for him and one for Quinn...she was his girlfriend after all.

"Kurt!" Quinn ran over to her old classmate. "I've missed you!" She pulled him into a hug and kissed him on the cheek.

Sam returned, shooting a welcoming grin at Kurt before handing a drink to Quinn. "Here you go. I think it's orange juice and rum, or something," he said with a shrug. He and took a big sip. "Hey, this stuff isn't too bad..."

She took a delicate sip, wrinkling her nose at the taste slightly, before turning back to Kurt. "How are you?"

"I've been a lot better," he told her honestly. "How about you? …Hang on, first I need a drink." Kurt's reluctance towards drinking had faded over the years, since that first disaster concerning April and Ms. Pillsbury's shoes. He realized he had limits and was much more careful about what/how much he consumed. However, this was one of those nights where he honestly didn't give a rat's ass. He returned to Quinn's side, forcing a cheerful smile at the pair.

The three of them migrated through the room together, chatting with their fellow party-goers. Sam quickly finished his drink and got another one; he had way too much on his mind to be sober. He glanced at Quinn, noticing her disapproving frown. "The fruit punch mixed ones are really good," he stated with a smile. He then looked over at the brunette boy. "Kurt! You look stressed dude. Have a hug." Sam gave the countertenor a quick hug, thinking that he might be feeling the alcohol already.

Quinn let out a soft laugh as her boyfriend hugged Kurt. "Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked him quietly.

Kurt's mood was brightening with every sip. He too had moved onto his second drink, like Sam, but he began thinking that he was probably even more of a lightweight than the ex-football player. He returned Sam's hug happily however: the boy was warm and cuddly as a blonde teddy bear. "Thanks…I am stressed, I guess. Blaine was s-supposed to visit today…and we were going to make up and get back together, but now he's not here and won't answer my calls. I don't know what's going on." He felt depressed again. Dammit. He took a long gulp from his drink.

Sam had already moved onto his third drink of the night. "Hey, Kurt!" He motioned for the boy to come towards him. The blonde knew he was feeling the buzz now. "I'm tipsy," he giggled as he whispered that into Kurt's ear. It wasn't really a whisper though, because Quinn laughed when she heard him announce it. Sam gave Kurt another hug. This time, letting the hug last longer, lingering in his arms. "I'm sorry for not singing that duet with you in high school," he admitted.

Quinn's laugh soon turned into a look of confusion, cringing when she saw her boyfriend hug the other boy another time. She knew that he was drunk, but Sam also knew that Kurt had a thing for him in high school…Quinn tugged on the back of the blonde's shirt, trying to pry him off of the poor boy. She was starting to get annoyed with tipsy Sam, because although he was being sweet and apologizing for not singing a duet with Kurt, she and Sam would have never gotten together the first time without having done their own duet.

"I'm a little drunk too," Kurt giggled to Sam, enjoying the second hug. It was a damn good thing Sebastian had offered to help him home later on, because at this rate, Kurt was going to be absolutely shit-faced in an hour or so. He could see the look of annoyance on Quinn's face when Sam said he was sorry about the duet. "Sam. Sam. Saaaam"- gosh his name was fun to pronounce- "If WE had sung together, you wouldnt've done that gorgeous duet with Q-Quinny here."

Sam finished his current drink and snagged his girlfriend's almost-full cup. He knew he was pushing it, but he really didn't care. "I'm glad I sang the duet with Quinn, very glad. I mean, she's amazing, but I wanted to be your friend. Then you went to Dalton, and I never got to ask you where you buy your pants." Sam said, putting a hand against the wall to keep his balance.

Quinn rolled her eyes as he mentioned pants, realizing that Kurt would go on with this huge conversation about every pair of pants that he owned, describing every single pair in perfect detail. She let out an annoyed sigh. "I'm going to get some water," she told the oblivious boys, walking away for a moment.

"Y-you liked my pants?" Kurt gasped, flattered. He barely noticed as Quinn leaving. "You should have said something soonerrr…though then I would have questioned your sexuality even more than I did when I saw your hair," he giggled, reaching up to run his fingers through the blonde strands. "Lemon juice," Kurt shook his head a little. "Honestly…" The world tilted a little bit.

Sam chuckled as Kurt ran his fingers in his hair. "I thought it would make me look cool." Sam took the countertenor's hand in his. He looked at the brunette boy...he never noticed how adorable he was until now. Sam leaned in and kissed Kurt softly.

Kurt's widened as Sam's lips pressed against his. What the- he's clearly drunk, the countertenor's mind told him, but his body chose to ignore it, stepping in a little closer to the blonde, keeping their mouths together, before his brain could tell him not to.

Quinn was in the middle of talking to another girl when her eyes widened and her mouth flew open as she saw Sam kiss Kurt. She set down her drink at the table, storming over to the two guys. She came between the middle of the kiss, forcefully breaking it apart by pushing either of her hands on their chests pushing them away from one another. Quinn looked at Sam in the eyes, placing her hands on her hips and almost yelled out, "What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing?!"

Kurt brought his hand up to his mouth touching his lips in shock and backing away from the blonde pair.

Sam looked at Quinn, even in a drunken daze, he saw the horror in her eyes. "I'm bi," he admitted softly, waiting for the worst. He dropped down onto the hardwood floor and took another sip of his drink. He had just kissed Kurt Hummel, and he'd certainly enjoyed it. The blonde boy shook his head and put his face in his hands.

Quinn's mouth dropped open and she shook her head, "Y-You're drunk… You don't even know what you are saying." She grabbed the drink out of his hands, dumping it in the garbage. "No more drinking, okay? We can discuss this when you are sober." She crossed her arms, looking down at her feet. She was so confused right now, they had gone from having a fun, relaxing night at a party to a completely disastrous moment the next.

Kurt was silent, eyes wide as he watched the two blondes interact. Sam was…bi? He shook his head. Everything was a bit fuzzy and his stomach churned. "Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick…" he muttered, stumbling towards the door.