CHAPTER FOUR
If you had told sixteen year old Kurt that he would be moving to London because his New York life wasn't working for him, he would have laughed in your face or something of the like. Now edging on 21, Kurt could hardly picture himself staying in NYC, his heart of hearts. It was hard to process that his dream would soon become a memory, but you can't keep chasing what you've already caught. It was a long time coming if you asked Kurt.
You see, leaving high school really changed Kurt's outlook on life. He became more risk-taking and daring, less aware of what everyone was saying about him and more prone to noticing the good about his life. He was confident. Though, he hadn't lost touch with his inner self, the one that loves love, dreams of romance and longs for all things cliché. But he was realistic.
Whilst packing the rest of the house, he really took time to fully grasp the changes of his life. No mum. No dad. No Finn. No Blaine - in the romantic sense of course - and now no New York City. However, looking back on his life in New York he was never fully content being there, never truly happy claiming New York as his home. It was as though the idea of living in New York outweighed the reality of living in New York. Or maybe it was just where he as a person fit into it all, some dreams are better in your mind. Plus his relationship with Blaine was long over, just neither of them had the maturity and the balls to confront it, which made them both as wrong as the other in that respect. Thinking about Blaine made Kurt really dig deep into what went wrong between them. All the when's and all the how's. There were a lot of things that could easily be pinpointed. How Blaine would more times than not be the one to drink as Kurt was assigned designated driver. When Blaine cheated. How Kurt was always shadow cast, as Blaine took centre stage of everyone's attention. How he never fully trusted him after the whole Scandals incident. How Kurt was always looking after Blaine. The fact that Blaine knew of him feelings but continued to lead him on. The way he was immune to hearing any of the hurtful comments Sebastian threw Kurt's way, but had the decency to blush at all his sexual advances towards him. How he never stood up for him. The way Blaine liked to control things whether it be their duets, romance, song choice, sex life or friendships. How it was his fault - however indirectly - that David was his first kiss. How jealous Blaine gets, not that he's alone in that one. How he never told him this, how he didn't even know it himself. How-
Oh.
It came as a shock to him really. How hadn't he noticed any of these flaws that so obviously pissed him off, before? How hadn't he voiced any of this before? Because I loved him. No. I loved the idea of him. Having somebody to call mine, somebody to tick all of the firsts off with, somebody to love me for me. Kurt never took himself for the kind to settle for anyone type. Even less, someone that didn't deserve him and hurt him and minimised his self-esteem. Settle. That's what he did. Strangely that fact didn't really matter to him, just that he did it subconsciously. Thinking about it he didn't, still doesn't, hate Blaine. All these flaws didn't even anger him. He was angry at himself for letting their relationship continue when everything about it screamed wrong. If anything he was as much to blame for allowing himself to get into such a predicament. He tried to figure out the exact moment in time during their relationship when he stopped beingin love with Blaine and just continued to love him.
Urg.
I'm going to kill him.
Wednesday saw Kurt waiting impatiently at the airport still waiting on Adam's text of their address. Attempting to call him for the 14th time, Kurt huffed his way into a seat. The airport wasn't packed. Which could be seen as a good and bad thing. Good because it was less noisy and cramped giving him space to breathe, but bad because it left Kurt time to brood slowly as he started to work himself up. Looking at his watch again he counted the minutes he had been waiting. Forty-seven. Forty-seven minutes he had been waiting. Not including the hours before his flight he sat waiting for said text.
Where the fuck is-
"KURT!"
Slowly glancing up from his phone he saw the very person testing his patience. "Adam... I swear to the God I don't even believe in that you better have a damn good reason for this or I'll... I'll- I don't even know what I'll do to you because I'm so pissed off with you." Rubbing his temples and collecting his belongings together as Adam took a few bits and bobs, he just walked outside waiting for his blonde friend to catch up and guide them whatever car or taxi they were supposed to get 'home' in.
"Kurt! Kurt! Wait, I've got something to tell you before you get all..."
Adam stopped dead in his tracks and what he feared would happen, happened. There stood Kurt glaring at none other than Sebastian Smythe as he himself showcased an all toothy grin.
"Kurt I can explain, I was just about to tell you about this if you didn't walk away-"
"You have 20 seconds to explain exactly what is going here, Adam."
"Ok... well, yeah...I- I was house hunting for us as we planned and literally Sebastian over there was helping his old roommates pack up their moving van. I say helping, more like standing around bitching at them and taking the piss and what not, and I was thinking this was like a sign you know... we need a place, he was looking for roommates... so yeah and then we got talking and his rent's really cheap considering, and there will be three of us so it's already cheaper than what we had planned. I didn't know you have history... Kurt I swear I didn't- not until this morning that was, and I'm sorry but I'd already paid for this month's rent and I couldn't really back out. But if you want to find somewhere else after this month it's totally fine I-"
"Yeah, I get it you're sorry. Argument avoided. Can we just get a move on? I'm tired and I can feel a headache coming on from concentrating so hard to take in everything you were saying at supersonic speed. I really just want to lay down for a couple of hours then we can argue, bitch and fight or whatever this would have led to... And don't even think about saying anything Sebastian. I'm not in the mood okay? Good. Now take me to this place I'm supposed to call home for the next month." He really was tired. Being angry really takes a lot out of someone. Taking that as their cue to move along they headed to the car where Kurt found a shiny silver Convertible there. Only to be left speechless when Sebastian, out of all people in the world, took his bags off him silently and walked the rest of the way and started unloading them in the car.
Approaching the car he stood there not knowing what to do as he was too tired to fully function. So imagine his further shock when Sebastian held the car door open for him. Sebastian seems to have changed, got nicer he thought. "Oh come the fuck on. I don't fucking have all day Princess, some of us have shit to do and people to fuck; so get in the car so we can all resume the rest of our days." Yeah... maybe he thought wrong, he hadn't changed. At least not his bluntness.
Not feeling the need to argue, which was sure to occur if he replied snarkily, though it was on the tip of his tongue. But he kept himself in check. He didn't know where they were going, and frankly he couldn't quite care less. He slid in the car wordlessly as Sebastian shut the door behind him and got into the driver's seat.
Kurt didn't know how long he was awake for but it wasn't long before he shut his eyes to soothe his verging headache. All he remembers was resting his head on the side of the window, listening to the lulling engine of the car.
Imagine his surprise when he woke up in a bed, fully covered with a glass of water and paracetamol on the side table with a note attached.
Princess,
If you're reading this then you're awake. Good. Take the painkillers and make yourself at home. You're in my room, on my bed as Adam insisted that you do you room yourself or whatever the fuck he was bitching about, I've already started to tune him out. So whatever, go and make your bed and make your room yours. Like paint it pink, add some sparkle or whatever.
Don't fucking touch my stuff, okay. Good.
Adam went to get some food for the house and said to text him what to get for dinner.
I, on the other hand, am being more productive with my late afternoon early evening. So don't wait up, I'll probably have my dick up someone's ass as you read this.
Haha, bet your face is bright red now.
This is dragging on now Princess, take the pills and feel better. Oh and turn the heating down unless you want to burn alive, the house was freezing earlier but it should be toasty now.
Now get out of my bed.
- Sebastian
P.S take the fucking pills already!
Kurt sat there for a few moments processing what he just read. First of all it was quite creepy how Sebastian changed tone from caring to jerk in the every sentence. Secondly, if Kurt's face went red after reading that comment then Kurt did not notice it, and Sebastian certainly wouldn't find out. But most of all, why the fuck had he not dropped this 'Princess', gay-degrading and femininity insults already. Kurt thought he had changed... at least that's what he had told Kurt that one day in the hospital.
He took the pills after that, as that letter gave him more of a headache then he woke up with.
Dragging his body out of the rather noticeably plush queen size mattress, he made his way around the house giving himself a tour. He found his room opposite Sebastian's with the bathroom down the hall. For some reason Adam's room was on the bottom floor of the... House? Flat? Apartment? Of whatever living type building he had now taken residency in. Running to the living room window to glance out of the window he quickly noticed that it was a 2-floored apartment. A 2-storey one, if the one across the road was anything to go by and if so then they lived on top. The apartment sure felt like a house though, it felt unnervingly homely.
Suddenly remembering to text Adam, he sent away a message requesting Chinese and the latest Vogue if he could. Making his way into the kitchen, he accustomed himself to what was where and where what was, and then made himself a cup of coffee. He took it into his room and got started with making his bed.
Time must have flown or Adam must have took Kurt's text as a sign that he was hungry; probably the latter knowing Adam, and before Kurt knew it he had an earful of Adam screeching "honey I'm home" at the top of his lungs. Looking around his room, he was proud of what he managed to achieve. His bed was made, his bedside tables were filling up and occupied, and his bookshelf held all his favourite books in size order. He would have to do his clothes later as that would take at least half a day to organise and group them together as well as hanging them.
Kurt made his way downstairs to be met with the scent of Cho-Mein and Spring Rolls.
Kurt ignored the little voice in his head that told him he would love it here, even if it was with Sebastian.
