6:oo am: Sebastian? I take it your French? Screaming, huh? You might want to rethink some things. - H
6:45 am: I don't care how drunk you were. You need to meet me before work. - K
7:oo am: Kurt is going crazy, thought you might want some coffee before hand - N
The slow and occasionally beeping of his phone pulled Sebastian out from his peaceful sleep, sending a sharp glare to his phone. He sighed and grabbed the annoying device, while most of the time he appreciated how quickly information could passed now and easy it was to stay in touch compared to when you would have to wait for letters to arrive or large social gathering to hear about any news. The mornings were when he despised technology. All he wanted to do was rest and for once let himself sleep in yet once again it wasn't the case.
He scrolled through his texts and swore Nick was nothing less than a saint and hammered back a quick response: you're a life saver you really are. - S. Then he read Kurt's and he groaned, choosing now to ignore it. Whatever it was could wait until he was showered and caffeinated, nothing was that important that he had to bypass his morning coffee. Then he was the final text and he couldn't fight the grin off his face no matter how hard he wanted to try. The language lets me do amazing things with my tongue ;) No rethinking needed, it'll happen. - S
After a quick shower and a good helping of caffeine from the wonderful Duval, Sebastian was leaning out against the wall that was exactly half way between Kurt's and Sebastian's firm. Nick was loyally by his side, telling some story about what happened with David the other night and how much Sebastian was missed not for showing up. "You make it sound like I missed a sacrifice," the vampire teased knowing that would, and did, cause his friend's nose to wrinkle up.
When Kurt finally decided to show up, his face was flushed and he looked like he didn't get a single hour of sleep last night. Now, Sebastian wasn't the kindest of people but he knew when was the time and when wasn't the time to push Kurt. Right now wasn't that time. "What happened Hummel?"
Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It was my fault, all of it is my fault. It's Blaine... he's... He was talking to a number of vampires who are well known to the Hunter community, laughing and smiling. You know what he's like, trying too hard, being too friendly and the hunters assumed he was one of them. They..."
Just like that it felt like someone had stabbed him, a rusty blade digging and twisting its way further inside of him. Then he was running, calling over his shoulder to Nick to tell his job he was having a personal day. Blaine may not even consider him a friend, but he was going to be there for him. Kurt would be able to get some rest and there would be at least someone to look over their human while he slept. Sebastian could only begin to imagine the amount of torture he had been put through. Growing up he had seen the witch hunt, seeing of innocent women were beaten and set on fire just because one person believed they were a witch. Next the same thing happened around the world with the Black community, innocent men and women treated like they were nothing more than scum, hung just because a white man thought it was right. Prejudice seemed to always be around to blind the morality of previous good men.
With vampires it was worst, maybe that fact it was it was his own kind or fiction that seemed to make things more. They would have beaten him with wood, water or in some cases even acid thrown. Anything to cause them to wither and steam. Fire could have been used as well, all of these thoughts caused his body to pale further and his hands to shake.
He looked a mess when he arrived, but he didn't care. He had to see Blaine, assess the damage, know how well their maybe public speaker was doing. Blaine was a right activist, that was obvious, and the sight of seeing how peacefully the supernatural and humans could get on would help. Good for public image and good for morale, but even more it was good for Blaine. It gave him a sense of purpose and no one should have that taken away from them.
When Sebastian finally found his room, he had prepared himself for any and all possibilities that could have been. What he hadn't prepared himself was Blaine with a broken arm, a large slash across his cheek and down to his chin and a dopey look on his face.
"Blaine?" he asked softly as he walked in and took a seat beside the unyielding hospital bed. "How are you feeling?"
"'Bastian? 'M good, very good... No burns just cuts and breaks," he slurred, his head lolling back to look at him. The puppy dog smile hadn't been wiped off his face, though that could just be the medication.
"Do... Do you remember how is happened? Or who did it?"
Blaine shook his head quickly, "nope! Just talkin' then... Boom!" He punctuated with a slap to the hospital bed causing the older man to jump. "Wood hit me, then there was screamin', kickin' and... then nothin'. Think the vamps helped me."
"Our little war hero," he said fondly, reaching up to brush the curls that had fallen into Blaine's face. "Kurt is worried sick," he added and saw how quickly the smile dropped from his face and instantly filled with worry. "He was here all last night I think, so I popped round to make sure you were okay... I'll give him a text to let him know you're up." He leaned down and brushed his lips against his forehead.
"Bas!" Blaine called, as Sebastian was walking out of the room so his mobile wouldn't mess up any of the machines. "Thanks! I wanna be around still."
He couldn't help but chuckle at how determined he was to the cause, even like this. "You will be, Killer. I'll never let someone like you go easily."
Sebastian closed the door behind him softly, not wanting to cause any more unnecessary pain to the little soldier. First thing he did was sent a text to Kurt: Killer is awake. You should see him doped up like this. Shame I didn't record it. - S
The reply came in a matter of seconds: Not funny Smythe. On my way now. - K
As much as now he wanted to leave, he wouldn't let himself move from the door until Kurt showed up and pushed him out of the way after flashing him a quick smile. A smile that said, 'I don't want you in there but I don't want you to leave just yet.'
So, like any good friend he wandered around the hospital and avoided the coffee like a plague. He had a very sensitive tastes and only the best coffee would do, and ones that sat out all day wasn't that.
Somehow his feet led him to the ICU centre, he was normally one to avoid this section, the chance of death just depressed him. Yet there was sounds of fighting and his interest was instantly back. There were three guys, all similar heights and weight, screaming into each other's face blaming each other for one of their friends clearly being taken inside. A small petite nurse tried to usher them away but the almost fight only stopped when one of them broke away and started storming Sebastian's way.
"Hunter?" he called out, surprised to see the other male here. Out of all the places to meet a potential hook up he never assumed it would be at a hospital.
"...Sebastian," he said slowly, giving him a nod. If it wasn't for Sebastian's overly large ego he could have sworn for a second the other had forgotten who he was. "What are you doing here?"
"A friend of mine got into a..." he paused not sure of the best way to phrase it. Fight wasn't the word since he doubt Blaine even considered fighting back. "SItuation," he finally settled on.
"Oh... Similar situation myself, small world huh?" Hunter said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and looked over his shoulder to the remaining guys who were still trying to rile each other up. "Bit of a stressful situation over there, I'm sure you can understand why we might have caused a bit of a scene."
"A bit of a scene," he echoed with an eyebrow. "If nearly getting into a fight is what you call a bit of a scene, I kind of want to see what you would deem a scene."
The other male smirked at his words and started walking down the corridor, away from his chimp like friends. "Coffee."
The coffee lived up to Sebastian's very low expectations, but the company was better than he thought it would be. While they avoided stories of where they grew up and anything that would link them to anything that could be traced, they did exchange funny stories from their lifes. Sebastian amended his to fight with the times, saying he was younger at times than he ever was.
He learned that Hunter moved around when growing up until his parents finally found a place where they liked long enough to settle down. He didn't know any languages other than English but found French sexy and he had a pet cat. While he knew that it was dangerous for Sebastian to learn too much about a potential hook up, he couldn't fight the fact he liked spending time with Hunter and if his laughter was anything to go by he could tell the feeling was mutual.
They flirted as if they were teenagers, played footsie under the table and their hands even brushed a couple of times causing Sebastian to be surprised how much he wanted their fingers to link.
His phone bleeped which caused Hunter to smile. "You know, you're meant to turn them off when you're in a hospital they play havoc with the machines. Whether you use it or not."
Sebastian waved his hand at him, "I'm far too important to turn off for more than twenty seconds... It's about my friend I should go see him." He stood up and slipped his phone back into his pocket but he wasn't sure whether he should just slip away or not.
"I probably should head back and see if his position has stabilised," Hunter said, standing up as well and picked up both their coffee cups. "As lovely as this was Sebastian, I would like to actually take you out on a date. Get to know you a bit more."
"I don't date," came the automatic response, causing him to inwardly cringe but wanted to see what his reaction would be. He was never looking for anything more, only hookups but he couldn't help but wonder...
"And I don't give my number to hookups, so if you wanted to... tap it and run then you've missed your window buddy," was his response with a cocky smirk.
"Then you leave me with no option do you? Give me a text Killer," he smirked and tapped his cheek before going back to Blaine's room, trying to hide his smile from view.