AN: Haha! Whoops! I have to be entirely honest with everyone. . . I sort of wrote this knowing it was going to be a, "I'll-start-it-but-never-finish-it fic", but then I saw four people had reviewed the first chapter (which is a lot of reviews for me guys, okay?) and I felt terrible so I am now continuing it.

Ignore the original title of chapter one! I changed it on the list of chapters, but I was too lazy to actually go back and change it in the story. I might get around to it, but as many people who have reviewed other stories have said: I'm "a lazy writer". I don't take it as an insult, they mean well and they totally have a point.

Guest: He's my favorite character, too! (Ignore what my profile says, I haven't updated the fandom list in like almost a year). He is a mystery and I wish we got more back story on his character. As for the pharamcy thing. . . it's like you can read my mind.

arrowprincess12: Sorry, here you go!

Mona Lisa's Balled: Yes!

YinyYinyTia: I hope you like what's coming!

Sweet Caroline

As soon as the three boys were inside Sebastian's dorm room back at Dalton, Sebastian staggered to his bed and plopped face down on the pillow - clothes and all.

"Well. . ." Kurt trailed off, feeling uncomfortable. "It sure is empty in this place."

Sebastian turned over on the bed, now laying on his back. He spread his arm across his closed eyes and sighed. "Long weekend," he explained softly, in a raspy, cracked voice - a tone Kurt was not used to when it came to the cocky, arrogant, Sebastian Smythe. He was sure the sick Dalton boy wanted to keep his answers short, so Kurt made a mental note to only ask yes or no questions from here on out.

"Is your roommate out?" Kurt asked.

"Yes."

"Who is-" Kurt stopped, correcting himself. "Not everyone can go home, even on long weekends. Is there anyone left here that can help you?"

"No."

Kurt didn't like Sebastian's answer, and wanted to make him explain himself, but he didn't, knowing Sebastian was tired and in pain enough as it was.

"We can," Blaine cut in and Kurt nodded in agreement. Blaine must have felt slightly embarrassed over being so abrupt, so he cleared his throat and added in a small, shy, "is-is that okay?"

Sebastian didn't answer, the only sound coming from him was his raspy breathing. If Kurt didn't know any better, he would have thought he was asleep until finally Sebastian let out a soft sigh. "Why?"

"You're awful, Sebastian." Kurt didn't see any reason to sugar coat his feelings for Sebastian. "You hurt people, you won't leave Blaine alone, you're full of yourself, and you're just plain awful."

Sebastian didn't flinch - not that Kurt expected him to. Instead he just let out another soft sigh. "Is that-"

"No," Kurt cut him off. "That's not all I have to say. However. . ." he trailed off, walking closer to the bed. "There's more to you than I know; than anyone knows and I do my best to understand a person before I make judgments on them. Maybe you should give that a try, Craigslist."

"I think what Kurt is trying to say," Blaine cut in, joining Kurt by the bed. "Is that we would like to give you a chance before leaving you here by yourself when you are clearly really sick-"

"I'm fine," Sebastian interrupted, before letting out a few painful sounding coughs.

"No you're not," Blaine protested gently. "The nurse is out, so Kurt and I will fill in that role."

"Kinky," Sebastian muttered, his throat even more raw sounding. "Isn't role play a little-" Sebastian stopped talking as he began to cough even more, this fit leading him to sitting upright on the bed.

"For the love of god, stop talking," Kurt ordered, pushing Sebastian back down on the bed once he was done coughing. "Before you kill yourself. . . or before I kill myself."

"We'll pick some stuff up," Blaine said, focusing on the task at hand as usual, and bringing the conversation back to what was important. "The pharmacy isn't far from here."

"This is stupid," Sebastian muttered.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and shrugged.

It wasn't a no. . .

~.~.~.TAC~.~.~

The pharmacy wasn't crowded which Kurt was relieved about because he just wanted to get what they needed and leave as quickly as possible.

"What do you think about Mr. Schue's assignment?" Blaine asked Kurt as the two of them walked unsure down the aisles, trying to make casual conversation. To Kurt, Blaine was the easiest person to talk to in the whole world, but the whole Sebastian situation left him feeling a little tense and he was sure it was the same for Blaine.

Kurt shrugged. "Not his best. I mean seriously, I get where he's coming from with the whole 'helping others' thing, but honestly, how many songs are out there that have the word 'support' in the title? I can only think of one: Life Support from RENT but it's only like thirty seconds long and is a round and would require more than one person.

Blaine nodded half-heatedly. "Yeah, I have nothing," he muttered, and just like that, the two elapsed into silence.

After a while, Kurt finally spoke up again. "Okay so I'm not entirely sure what to grab here. Just basics? I don't know what he's sick with."

"Cough drops or syrup for sure," Blaine answered. "Um. . ." he trailed off, looking at the medication. "He looks like he's in pain, so get something for headaches?"

Kurt nodded and grabbed some Aleve off the shelf while Blaine continued to list what might be wrong with Sebastian. "He seemed to have a hard time drinking his tea at the Lima Bean; I'll grab something in case he's feeling puke-y."

Kurt groaned. "If vomit is going to be involved, I'm out."

Blaine just scoffed and grabbed the horrible think, pink medicine. "People are going to think that we work at a hospital or something."

Kurt shrugged. "There are worse uniforms to try and pull off; I could do nurse."

"Yeah you could," Blaine whispered seductively in his ear.

Kurt involuntarily shivered. "Shh!" he silenced his boyfriend. "Leave this for the bedroom."

"Let's go check out," Blaine said, changing the topic of conversation. "I think this is everything Sebastian needs."

The two headed out to the only check out lane that was open, due to the fact that it was getting kind of late. They were standing behind a young girl with wavy, long, light-brown hair. She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, probably a freshman in high school. She was wearing dark blue jeans with a pink tank-top under a tight, black jacket. Kurt had to admire the ascot around her neck as it gave her outfit a nice, retro look. She didn't seem to be checking any items out, but instead was talking to the cashier frantically, clearly distressed about something.

"He's a little over six feet!" she exclaimed. "Brown hair like mine. He wasn't feeling well so I thought he would come over here. . ." she trailed off, now looking sad above anything else. "He really can be an idiot sometimes."

"Hmm . . . " the cashier trailed off in thought.

"Please!" the girl pleaded. She looked away in thought before her eyes brightened a little. "A uniform! He was wearing a school uniform! From the Dalton Academy!"

Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. He and Blaine glanced at each other quickly and Kurt saw a surprised expression on Blaine's face that probably matched his own.

"I'm sorry," the cashier apologized sincerely. "I've been here nearly all day and I don't remember anyone in a school uniform coming in."

"Excuse me?" Blaine spoke up to the girl.

The girl looked at him. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, looking down. She began to step away from the counter. "I'm not checking out, let me just get out of your way."

"No!" Blaine said quickly. "We couldn't help but over hear you," he explained looking at Kurt and then back at the girl. "I'm sorry for listening in, but is there any chance you were talking about a boy named Sebastian Smythe?"

The girl opened her mouth and then closed it again, a look of pure surprise on her face before her expression quickly changed to serious and she found her words. "Do you know where he is?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, we picked some stuff up for him." He and Blaine raised the medication in their arms.

The girl closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god!" She opened her eyes and looked at Kurt and Blaine. "I can't thank you enough! Are you friends with him?"

Kurt and Blaine hesitated. "We uh. . . know him," Kurt finally answered.

The girl smiled. "I get it; my brother can be really hard to get along with. Just please don't take what he says or does to heart."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Blaine said, putting all of his items on the counter and Kurt followed his lead. "Did you say. . ."

"Brother?" Kurt finished Blaine's thought.

"Yeah!" she smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Caroline. Caroline Smythe!" Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, both too confused and shocked to take the girl's hand right away.

Okay. . . Sebastian had a ton of explaining to do.

Well I know it's not much, but I swear things will start to unravel eventually. I just wanted to get something up so you didn't think I like died or something. I am also working on a very serious story on the Walking Dead which I haven't updated in like ten days that is a lot further along than this one and has a higher demand. I also want to start on a FMA one-shot/drabble series (which is a terrible idea because I never really get far with those things) so I might not update this on as much? I don't know, we'll see. I kind of don't have anything better to do. . .

Thanks for reading! New chapter will be up ASAP!