A/N: SORRY! I'm sorry I'm not updating a lot. I totally meant to finish this story this summer, but I only have a few weeks left :(. Keeping with it, anyway. Please still be my friend.

I don't really love this chapter, but I also didn't want to change it because the word count it 1234. And that's just too good to pass up. :D Priorities, man, I got 'em.

Kurt tapped his foot in the air and shifted uncomfortably in the hard waiting room chairs. He had too much time to think out here without Sebastian dominating his attention. His life was turning into chaos. First there was lunch and coffee. He ended up being late to work more often than not. Even Isabelle had begun reprimanding him when he hurried in after 9:00. And the staying up until all hours of the night texting, what was that? And don't even get started on the kiss.

The kiss.

The one that had turned into an intense dry humping session on the dance floor.

Kurt cringed. What the hell was he doing? He was with Blaine. He loved Blaine.

He shook his head. He had no idea what to think anymore. Sebastian had come strolling into his life, literally smacking him in the face, and completely upended it. His order was completely thrown off. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go to NYADA in the fall. Working for Vogue had made him think fashion journalism was where he really wanted to be, and he'd discussed this with Sebastian several times. Each time it was brought up, Sebastian reminded Kurt that NYU had an incredible journalism department. And then Blaine. Was Blaine still what he wanted? (His brain unhelpfully supplied him with an answer he didn't want to hear: No.)

He couldn't think straight through all this chaos. He was confused and dizzy just trying to work it out in his head. And it was no help that the only thing that seemed to make sense right now was Sebastian. Sebastian stayed the same. That was it.

He looked up in relief as Lawrence came out into the waiting room. He sat next to Kurt and leaned his head against the wall.

"Still no change?" Kurt asked quietly. Lawrence shook his head.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced," he said instead. It proved how well Kurt had gotten to know Sebastian that he knew Ren didn't want to talk about it right now.

"I'm Kurt Hummel," he introduced himself. They shook hands.

"Lawrence," he said, "but, please, call me Ren."

"Nice to meet you," Kurt said automatically, years of meeting new customers drilling the phrase into his head. Ren nodded.

They hadn't been properly introduced, Ren was right. Sebastian had burst from the cab after paying, still clutching Kurt's hand and run into the emergency room where Ren had been waiting. Sebastian had dropped Kurt's hand and allowed himself to be engulfed in his brother's arms. They had clung to each other for a few minutes before Ren nodded to the doors to the rooms. Sebastian had nodded and glanced back at Kurt.

"I'll be here," Kurt had assured him. Lawrence had nodded to him and Kurt assumed Sebastian had mentioned his name once they had walked away. He guessed now that Lawrence was giving Sebastian some time alone with Lance.

"Bastian talks about you a lot," Ren muttered, interrupting Kurt's thoughts.

"What does he say?" Kurt asked, perking up in interest. Lawrence noticed and gave a smirk that was devastatingly similar to Sebastian's.

"He described you as a bitchy, stubborn fashionista. He told us about how freakishly neat and organized you were all the time, how even your closet is color-coded. He mentioned you sang like an angel, but was unappreciated in your glee club," Ren started. Kurt sniffed at that comment.

"I was," he agreed. "Go on."

"He mentioned your boyfriend," Ren continued, "and how protective and possessive you could get and how hot that was.

"The best part about when he would talk about you, though, was that his eyes would stare off into distance and he would get this soft tone to his voice. He was in another world. A world where no one could touch him." Ren looked straight at Kurt before saying his next bit.

"Take care of him," he ordered, "if anything happens, I need to know you'll be there for him. I don't know how you feel about him, and frankly I don't care. The point is he is drowning in you. And he needs you." Kurt nodded mutely.

"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured gravely. Lawrence nodded.

"Good."

Kurt turned inward again. Lawrence had just blatantly said that Sebastian was in love with him, not in so many words, but the intent was clear. And as for himself, there was a piece of him that he sensed was missing. He had a pretty good idea that it was with Sebastian in the hospital room, not with Blaine in Ohio. Could he let himself fall in love with Sebastian?

Sebastian walked into the waiting room and Kurt had his answer. Yes, he could. There was a tugging in the very pit of his stomach that seemed to pull him toward Sebastian and he felt whole again. And, staring up at Sebastian's glowing face, he realized he was scared shitless. Lawrence jumped to his feet.

"They've stabilized him," he told his older brother. Ren let out a breath and wrapped Sebastian into his arms again.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice muffled in his brother's shoulder.

"We were in the cab to the hotel, making a left turn. And some drunk driver ran a red and slammed right into Lance's side of the car. The driver and I were fine, but the EMTs said Lance was lucky to be alive." Sebastian sat heavily next to Kurt. Automatically, the two linked hands without thinking. Sebastian let out a breath as though Kurt's hand was the only thing that allowed him to breathe.

"You guys should go get some sleep. We all should," Ren advised.

"What if something happens in the night?" Sebastian asked, suddenly panicked. "What if he suddenly gets worse?"

"He won't, Seb," Kurt stepped in. "He's going to be fine."

"How do you know?" he asked quietly.

"I'm under the impression that Smythes don't give up easily," Kurt said, "he'll hold on." Ren smiled approvingly.

"He's right. We're Smythes. We're a stubborn breed," he inserted. Sebastian sighed.

"C'mon," Kurt said, gently tugging him to his feet. "Radagast is missing you." He nodded weakly.

Ren and Kurt hailed a cab and went to Sebastian's place first. Kurt wordlessly got out with him. He caught Ren's nod before the car continued to his hotel. He guided Sebastian up to his apartment and through the door. Radagast, immediately sensing something was wrong with his master, curled up on Sebastian's stomach when he threw himself on to his bed. Kurt laid down next to him and curled an arm around his waist.

"Kurt," Sebastian whispered into the dark (neither had turned on the lights).

"Mm?"

"Come here," he requested. Kurt scooted closer and tilted his face up to meet Sebastian's. "Kiss me."

It was different from the kiss on the dance floor. This was a kiss borne out of vulnerability and the need for comfort, not out of undisguised desire and lowered inhibitions. It was soft and slow. Sebastian's rough lips scraped along his, catching in places before Kurt laved over them with his tongue, getting them wet so they slid more easily against his mouth. Radagast uncurled and jumped off his lap, giving the two boys privacy.

And they slowly gravitated closer and closer, until there was nothing between their bodies and they were as connected as possible.