Maybe We Could Find New Ways To Fall Apart

Chapter Seven - Make You Feel My Love

A/N: I'M SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG. This chapter is longer to make up for my horrible horrible self not updating. I do have somewhat legit reasons though. I plan on updating a lot sooner with the next chapter, feel free to berate me over at Tumblr for updating so slowly. Also if i've spelled anything (wrong) it's because I'm British and we spell stuff differently. Anyways, enjoy.

And oh, In this AU, Finchel aren't getting married. I'm allowed to mess with stuff, it's my story.

By the way, this is what I imagined Sebastian's house to be (it's in Westerville too):

w w w homes dot com listing/photo/173844926/5097_Hoover_Gate_Ln_WESTERVILLE_OH_43082 (take out the spaces and stuff)

Disclaimer: Blah blah, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy. I own nothing.

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One Week. That's all it took for Blaine to go from perfect boyfriend to total stranger. He wouldn't sit next to Kurt at lunch, or during the one class they shared together (AP French, he was a year ahead because they studied it at Dalton). He barely ever even glanced in Kurt's direction, and if he did, it was with a look of utter disdain that it made every bone in the slim boy's body shudder. Kurt was faced with literally hundreds of questions from his fellow glee-clubbers – apart from Mercedes and Rachel, who he had told everything, and Finn, because he happened to have overheard the events between the two of them the week before. The interrogations had been spurred on even more by Blaine's rather spirited version of Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts in glee club Thursday, which involved changing a few lyrics (which Kurt won't repeat), making his week go from bad to worse.

The only saving grace he had were his two best friends – Rachel and Mercedes had been godsends, they had turned up at his doorstep Monday morning, forced him to get ready for school, and then bribed him all week with boxsets of 'The Bachelorette' and a new Prada scarf – His brother, as much as he could be, and Sebastian.

Sebastian had shown a completely different side of himself that week, bringing him coffee after school one day, which had earned a few glares from Blaine, Mike and surprisingly, Tina too. Obviously they had been told Blaine's side of the story and took it for what it was – not bothering to care about listening to both sides. But back to Sebastian. Over the course of the week, Kurt had learned that his favourite colour was aubergine, his favourite movie was Die Hard 3 (at which he had spent ten minutes detailing why it was the best of the 4 Die Hard films), He had seen Chicago live on Broadway twice with his sister – who was called Charlotte – and he loved s'mores more than anything on the planet. He'd also found out that when Sebastian was twelve, he had braces, and that during his first kiss (with a girl) at thirteen, she'd gotten her lip stuck in his teeth, which made Kurt laugh so hard he'd though his spleen was about to fall out.

Countdown to valentines – four days

On Saturday morning, Kurt woke up to a text that simply read:

The Lima Bean. 11am. Don't be late. – S

So, after much deliberation, he decided to dress simply, but stylishly, (every day was an opportunity for fashion), deciding on a light blue Calvin Klein button up, with dark jeans, a grey scarf, and black Doc Martens, and made his way over to The Lima Bean.

Upon arrival, Kurt saw that Sebastian was already seated at a table in the corner, (the one with the comfy chairs) with his coffee waiting for him. "Non-fat Mocha?" He asked, handing the cup to Kurt with a grin. He'd learned a few days before – after bringing Kurt the wrong coffee – that he always ordered the same thing: a grande, non-fat mocha with a shot of cinnamon. Laughing, he accepted the cup, and sat down opposite Sebastian. "You know, I feel like you live here or something. Seriously, you're always here."

"I come for the view, mostly," Was the retort that came from the Warbler, as he fixed his gaze on the slim boy sat across from him, making him blush furiously.

They sank into easy conversation, as if they had known each other for years, when in reality, it had only been a matter of a few weeks since they had been talking. After about twenty minutes, Kurt noted that the taller boy, usually calm and composed, seemed to be nervous, and kept fiddling with the lid of his coffee cup. Sensing Sebastian's unease, Kurt looked at him with a questioning expression, but before he could say anything, the other boy opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't make any plans for Wednesday, okay." He rushed out, while he still had the courage.

"Wednesday?" Kurt asked, confused as to why Sebastian would have something planned for them on Wedne-

Oh.

Valentine's Day.

He watched as the Warbler bit his lip, looking up at him with a shy smile, and the most hopeful expression he had ever seen. It was endearing, innocent even, and made Sebastian look positively radiant.

"I mean, I know it's Valentine's, but it's not like a date or anything". A pause. "Okay, it's a date." Sebastian hurried out, almost inaudibly, suddenly fixated with the laces of his shoes. "You don't have to say yes, if you've got something planned already I totally –"

"Yes."

"What?"

Kurt swallowed thickly, carefully placing his hand on top Sebastian's over the table. "I said okay. It's a date. What are we doing?" He queried, noticing the bright smile that had appeared on the taller boy's face, his eyes twinkling with joy. And damn if Kurt wouldn't do just about anything to keep that look on Sebastian's face for as long as he could. "I um… It's a surprise," the other boy beamed, slipping his fingers through Kurt's so their hands were intertwined.

"I can't wait," Kurt replied, leaning over the table with a smile – A secret smile, meant just for the two of them, only ever just for them – "I'll get us some more coffee."

When Kurt returned to their table, Sebastian couldn't help staring at the way his scarf was looped around his long, pale neck, just waiting for him to kiss and lick and mark and mine, forever. "Did I tell you that you look beautiful today?" He asked, seemingly more confident now than five minutes ago.

"No, you didn't", Kurt smiled, that secret smile again, and with that they settled back into conversation. They talked about school, their friends and how the Warblers were going to smash New Directions to pieces at regionals ("No, they're not!"). The couple were beginning to wonder whether their day could possibly get any better than this.

The answer, it seemed, was a resounding no as a certain Blaine Anderson, closely tailed by Trent and Thad entered the coffee shop. Kurt found Blaine's gaze fixed on their table, a look of utter contempt in his eyes. If looks could kill, he thought warily, as he hadn't spoken to Blaine properly since he'd stormed out of his house the week before. Sebastian's immediate response was to thread his fingers through Kurt's again, with an expression that said its okay, you're okay, he can't touch you. It was as if he knew how Kurt was feeling even before he knew it himself. As they tried to start up conversation again, they were interrupted by Blaine, a sneer on his face to match the bitterness in his voice. "Well, what a lovely couple we have here. Cosying up nicely, aren't we. I see it took you no time at all to jump in his bed, Kurt. God knows Seb here has low standards, he's basically the whore of Dalton."

This startled Kurt a little, as he didn't expect Blaine be so – well – mean. He knew that he and Blaine had ended badly, to say the least, but he certainly didn't think this would happen. Lost in his thoughts, he vaguely registered Sebastian politely asking Blaine to leave, and the other boy responding with a bitchy comment. What really shocked the slim boy back to reality though, was Blaine's fist landing square in the jaw of his soulmate.

And he felt it.

His hand immediately flew to his face, as if it were Kurt that had been punched, and not Sebastian. His skin positively burned with pain, not just physical pain, but mental pain, a feeling that he knew Sebastian was hurting. Would it always be like this?

He stared, frozen in place as the manager of the Lima Bean came over and escorted Blaine off the premises, as this was (as Kurt and Sebastian both knew), an establishment with a zero-tolerance policy for violence. As soon as he had regained the sense to move, he literally fell into Sebastian's arms, clinging on for dear life, in a move that knocked the air out of both of their lungs. The pain that Kurt had felt when Sebastian had been hurt, it had made him feel sick to his stomach, and he never wanted to feel it again. Ever. All the Warbler could do in return was let Kurt sink into his arms, and just feel how he fit there perfectly, his arms squeezing a little too tight, his face nestled into the crook of the taller boy's neck.

After a short while – though neither of the boys could tell you how long it had been – their embrace was interrupted by a loud cough from the manager of the coffee shop. She smiled knowingly, and Kurt's face automatically flushed bright pink in embarrassment, looking at the ground.

I wonder how far that blush goes down, thought Sebastian. I wonder what he looks like when he –

"I'm sorry for how that guy acted. I'm assuming you two know him?" the manager asked, her face inquisitive. At the boy's expressions, she knew not to pry any further, instead turning to pick two cups of coffee from the table next to her. "On the house. As an apology for him. I insist." She said with a smile. "You two have been here all morning. So a Caramel latte with an extra shot for – "

"Sebastian." The Warbler proffered.

"Right, Sebastian." She handed him the cup. "And a non-fat mocha with a shot of cinnamon for you, uh – "

"Kurt."

"Kurt," she repeated with a grin. "Enjoy the coffee, boys!"

The two of them sat back down at their table; they had planned to leave soon before Blaine had interrupted, but who was to waste good coffee, right?

Countdown to valentines – three days

The next morning, Kurt woke up, feeling better than he'd felt in a while. He was giddy with emotions, that he had an actual date with his actual soulmate in just three days and – OH MY GOD. I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR.

An S.O.S. SHOPPING EMERGENCY! text was sent out to Rachel and Mercedes, and a few hours later, the three friends were in the mall, searching for the perfect outfit. After a few hours (In which Kurt had purchased three scarves, a new pair of boots, and the most skin-tight, figure hugging jeans he could find), Mercedes suggested they stop for coffee. They went to the mall's Starbuck's – it was no Lima Bean, but it would have to do – and Kurt treated the two girls to the frozen latte's they loved so much, as a thank-you for trawling around all the stores with him. They were chatting amicably, when Kurt had brought up the events of the Lima Bean the previous day. Rachel was utterly astounded that her duet-partner would ever act in that way, while Mercedes mumbled something about cutting into her drink.

"I mean, when Blaine hit him, I felt it too. Is that normal?" Kurt was confused, he'd never heard of soulmates feeling physical pain when the other was hurting. Emotional pain, yes. Soulmates generally knew when the other had been hurt, they felt it in their very being, through their bond. When one was happy, you usually found the other mirrored their emotions, and vice-versa when they were nervous, worried, depressed etc.

"It's normal to feel each other's emotions, Kurt. That's what being a soulmate means," Rachel proffered helpfully.

"No, like physical pain. It was as if Blaine had hit me himself."

This was met by confused looks from both girls, as they had never heard of that happening before. They looked at Kurt, then to each other, then back to Kurt, as if he were a puzzle they had to figure out, but they were missing a piece. Neither girls had any idea what this meant about Kurt and Sebastian; it had never happened to them - Finn hadn't felt physical pain when he broke Rachel's nose last year, well until she stomped on his foot in her heels -

"Maybe you two just have a stronger bond than us," Mercedes suggested, albeit still slightly puzzled with the situation. "Speaking of Sebastian, where's he taking you on your date, White Boy?"

Kurt sighed heavily into his coffee. "He won't tell me, he says it's a surprise. All I got was 'Dress Nice' what does that even mean? Doesn't he know I live for clothes? How am I even supposed to – Ugh!" He grumbled. "I have no idea what to wear."

"Looks like somebody's nervous," Rachel teased, with a sly smile.

"Can we just change the topic please, ladies?" Kurt insisted, and the three friends sank into a conversation about glee club, and college. Rachel and Kurt were still waiting to hear back from NYADA, and Mercedes hoped to get in to UCLA, studying music. They drained their coffees, and went back to finding something to wear for Valentine's. Kurt had managed to find a shirt to go with his new jeans – a deep forest green, that accentuated his figure, dark material contrasting against his pale skin – and he'd made Mercedes buy a fuchsia dress that looked fantastic on her. Overall, the shopping trip was a success, Kurt thought.

Countdown to valentines – two days

On Monday morning at school, Kurt received a Valentine's card from his 'Secret Admirer' in his locker. Assuming it was from Sebastian, who had found a way to get it to McKinley, he continued through the day in a haze, feeling that, no matter what, this was his first Valentine's Day with someone who mattered, and he would make the most of it. Upon reading the card out to the glee club at lunch, (minus Tina, Mike and Blaine, who were three tables over, glaring at him) he was met with 'Aww's' from the girls, and some scepticism from Artie, who pointed out that the card was from his secret admirer. Ignoring his comment, Kurt continued swooning over the card when they were interrupted by a gorilla – yes, a gorilla – walking over to their table. It wasn't a real gorilla, of course, but a Valentine's gorilla-gram, holding a message for Kurt. It, again, was from his 'Secret Admirer' instructing him to meet at Breadstix tomorrow at 5:30. It came with an adorable cuddly monkey, which later that night, the slim boy placed on his dresser before he went to bed.

He couldn't wait for Valentine's Day.

Countdown to valentines – one day

All day long, Kurt Hummel had been in an excellent mood. He had let his dad have bacon for breakfast, actually paid attention in his French class (he didn't actually need to, he was already fluent), and even helped Puckerman with his math test. When asked what was making him act this way, he replied with a very vague, "Oh, you know, stuff. It's just a beautiful day, don't you think?"

His 'Secret Admirer' seemed to be happy also, as he found a little note stuffed in his locker, that simply read:

Can't wait for tonight. Don't forget, 5.30.

Kurt swooned inwardly, and thought about how lucky he was. Breadstix tonight, and then tomorrow was their big, secret Valentine's Day date. He could call it a date, right? Sebastian had said it was a date. Maybe Kurt could get him to spill what they were doing tomorrow when he saw him later. He spent the rest of the school day lost in his thoughts, wondering what would happen later on.

As luck would have it, Kurt got to Breadstix first that evening. He wandered around the establishment, looking for a glimpse of the tall boy that was his soulmate. No glistening green eyes, no slim, athletic figure, no perfectly coiffed hair. He guessed he would just have to wait, settling down at a table when a waitress came over and directed him to a tall figure in – yes, a gorilla suit. It was the same gorilla that had sent him the first message and his cuddly monkey (which he hadn't tucked in his bed the night before, no not at all). The gorilla offered him a box of chocolates, which had a note pinned to it.

Dear Kurt, happy Valentine's Day. I think I love you.

Wait. What was that last part?

Love.

It was too soon to be talking about love. They hadn't even been on a date yet. Granted, they'd had coffee a few times, and yes, they were soulmates, but love wasn't a part of that yet, was it? They barely knew each other.

Kurt looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Wait, isn't it a bit too soon to be talking about this? You can't possibly love me yet, we haven't even been out."

As the gorilla went to take off his mask, the slim fashionista found that it was not in fact Sebastian underneath the mask.

It was Dave Karofsky.

After a long conversation about what had happened in the past, and what Dave was going through within himself - finally accepting himself for who he was – they'd decided to remain friends. Kurt had told him all about Sebastian and assured him it may not be him, but somewhere out there there was a great guy, a great soulmate for him too. They left on amicable terms, and when Kurt got home that night, he wondered how he ever thought Sebastian was sending him those letters. He heard his phone go off that night as he was going to bed, with a text alert.

New Message

From: Sebastian (9:45)

Meet me at my house tomorrow. 6pm. I'll text you the address tomorrow.

Sweet dreams, Kurt. – S

Kurt smiled – a true genuine smile that spread happiness the whole way through his body, down to the tips of his toes. He had a date with his soulmate tomorrow.

The thought stayed with him as he curled up in bed, falling asleep quickly.

Valentines Day.

Kurt woke up the same way he fell asleep – happy. He made it through the school day quite easily, time flying by, and before he knew it, he was on the way to Sebastian's house. Pulling up in the driveway, he stared at the house, well more like mansion, he thought, he knew the other boy's family were well off – his father was a high salary clinical negligence lawyer – but he never would have expected this.

The slim boy made his way up the path and rang the doorbell. "Why am I so nervous", he murmured quietly as he waited for Sebastian to open the door. When he did, Kurt was positively blown away. Sebastian was wearing slim cut black jeans, a grey v-neck t shirt, and a charcoal cotton blazer that stopped just below his elbows. He looked stunning. But more than that, he was wearing glasses. Glasses. Kurt wasn't aware that he had a thing for glasses up until now. All he could possibly find to say was "Wow. Hi."

Sebastian, wearing that shy little smile that Kurt had seen far too few times for his liking, bit his lip softly, eyes raking over Kurt's body before responding, breathing out a "Hi, um come in. Everything's ready."

He gripped Kurt's hand, leading him through the house and pointing out various things on the way, and if Kurt thought the outside of Sebastian's house was beautiful, it was nothing compared to the inside. Luxurious furniture, the very picture of something you'd see in a movie, and – was that a Gustav Klimt canvas on the wall? He allowed the other boy to lead him through the kitchen, their fingers slotted together comfortably, when they came to a stop at the back door.

"Kicking me out already?" Kurt joked nervously, as Sebastian unlaced their fingers to fumble with the key to the door, almost dropping it. The slim boy smiled softly, glad to see he wasn't the only one feeling nervous about their date.

"Never."

Kurt gasped audibly at the sight of what Sebastian had prepared for them. Outside on the patio, lit by candlelight and the lamp that the Smythe's had in the garden, was a large blanket with multiple oversized cushions, filled with a beautiful picnic for the two of them. Sebastian scratched his collarbone nervously, waiting for some sort of reaction from Kurt, who seemed incapable of words.

"I mean, it's not much really, I'm not the best cook so I had to get Marguerite from next door to help me out, she did most of the coo- "

He was cut off with a gentle kiss from Kurt, who seemed to have regained some function on speech as he spoke softly, a look of awe in his eyes for the boy before him.

"It's perfect. Perfect." He whispered, pressing his forehead to Sebastian's as he stared into the emerald green depths of his eyes, which had glazed over. Sebastian led him to the blanket, and they sat opposite each other. For a moment they both just sat staring at each other under the warm glow of the candles, unable to believe that this was actually happening. Then, Sebastian's stomach grumbled loudly, echoing over the silence of the garden and effectively ruining the moment, seeing the amused look on the other boy's face, he smiled guiltily, simply replying with, "What? I'm hungry." Kurt giggled, a laugh clear and pure, and they started to enjoy the picnic that Sebastian had prepared.

About an hour later, and quite a lot of food, 'Seriously Bas, how much do you think I can eat?' they'd found quite a lot out about each other. They'd talked about their families, friends, school, everything. Kurt had even told him about Dave's gorilla-gram, with him suggesting that maybe they try to set him up with one of the Warbler's – there were a few attractive, gay guys at Dalton that might be , Kurt was explaining about how he planned to go to New York for college.

"I've applied for NYADA, like I said, but if that doesn't work out, I'm applying to NYU and Parsons for a Fashion Design course. I love fashion, and art, so I can really see that as something I would love to do." He explained, keeping the other boy captivated with every word he spoke. In return, Sebastian told him about how he wanted to be a doctor. He was going to Columbia, not Yale like his father wanted, and then he was going to medical school to be a Paediatrician.

It gets chilly not long after, and Sebastian got up to fetch a blanket for them, returning with it, and grabbing two small bowls from the picnic basket.

"If it helps, I actually made dessert myself," he stated proudly, grinning. Kurt took one look in the bowl he was offered, and burst out laughing. "Sebastian, this is green Jell-O," he gasped out, his lungs trying to keep in enough air to speak.

The Warbler flashed an innocent grin at Kurt, shrugging his shoulders. For a split second, his face fell into an entirely serious expression, before he started laughing along with the other boy, and soon they were both gasping for air. They shared a smile – their secret smile – and then, before he knew it, they were kissing.

It was tentative, gentle at first; then deepening as Kurt slipped his tongue into the taller boy's mouth, Sebastian having to try his best to stifle a soft moan at the action. It felt like their first kiss; first real kiss anyway, as Kurt tangled his fingers into the other boy's hair, Sebastian's arms curling around his waist in response. Pulling away gently when both boys needed to breathe, they just held each other for a while, cuddled up in the blanket Sebastian had fetched. It feels safe, curled up in his soulmate's arms, Kurt thought, It feels like right where I'm meant to be.

It feels like love.