When there's something wrong with Blaine, and there rarely is, there's a whole different atmosphere around him. The usual fire that radiates from him isn't there; the heat that terrifies everyone, no longer burns. That's how Kurt knew.

Every time he stepped into the same room as the Fallen Angel, the room seem colder, his eyes seemed to lose their darkness and everyday he looked less like a powerful Angel-Demon, and more like a Human Being. It was soon that Kurt realised that the tanned-skinned man was upset, very upset. And it was scaring Kurt more than his rages.

"Blaine?" He stammers one day, after looking at the silent Blaine for too many days. "Are you ok? You seem…upset? A lot actually, recently," His words got mixed up and he barely made sense to himself, but it seemed Blaine understood because he was giving an answer quickly.

"I'm fine Kurt, I'm tired, you try living for fucking three hundred years and tell me you're not knackered at the end of it," The blue eyed boy looked taken aback, he was used to Blaine's rages, but this didn't seem like a rage…he seemed upset.

He surveyed Blaine through his watery-blue/green eyes, watching as he flinched away from sunlight and huddled himself into the torn surface of a scratchy couch. Maybe he's sick? Do angels who've fell get sick? Oh God what if he's got AIDs or something? I'm pretty sure they've got defence systems that are unstoppable; I mean they were made by some sort of God. Kurt pulled himself from his thoughts back to the quiet Blaine.

Everything seemed different; his honey-gold eyes seemed a weak yellow, reminding the other boy of a sick child. His usual deep light-coffee-and-caramel-coloured skin had been washed away somehow and was replaced by a cold, pale off-white colour. He hadn't moved from the same spot in two days, thinking and only thinking. If Blaine had been Human and Kurt had been a psychologist, he would say he was depressed.

He hadn't eaten in those two days, and his hair had been left in scruffy loose curls. There was something pressing in his mind, something that was tearing him apart, and as much as Kurt should enjoy seeing him suffer, he didn't.

"Kurt?" The blonde/brown haired boy felt his head shoot up before it had even come to his attention he'd heard the words. "Go, go to Sebastian, do whatever you want with him," This time he wasn't just shocked, there wasn't a word for how he felt. His mouth hung open, as if waiting for something to jump into it. His eyes were wide with shock yet full of happiness. Then he grinned, his mind couldn't decide whether he was happy or shocked. Then he saw Blaine's face and his smile faded. He looked ready to cry, he didn't cry, Blaine never cried.

Kurt left, because he didn't know whether he could handle seeing Blaine cry, whether it would upset him, anger him or make him happy, but he couldn't handle anything that would keep him there, he had a chance to see Sebastian, he wasn't going to pass this up.

Blaine had reasons. He had a wake-up call, something that he didn't want and never wanted. His whole life he had spent just taking and leaving. It was about sex and not love. So what was special about Kurt? That was easy.

Blaine never wanted to admit how human he felt, the thought of Blaine alone sent shivers down his spine. His eyes and how they either seemed blue and green and grey, slammed together to make a pool of cold colours; or one colour at a time, it wasn't confusing, but he loved it, how unique Kurt was. He loved his soft hair, running his hands through it, tugging at it. He loved his skin, the pale ivory against his purple sheets. More than anything, he love Kurt, how he'd forgiven him for doing something like that to him, even when Blaine had been so intent on hurting him, it took a man to do that.

But he couldn't have him, he didn't deserve him, and he refused to let Kurt see him cry. "Go, Go to Sebastian, do whatever you want with him," The words were like ice daggers from his own mouth too his heart, not just from the fierceness in them, but how much they hurt to say them. What was happening here, he was supposed to be an Angel, injected with Demon blood when he fell, he was supposed to be one of the most terrifying creatures on Earth. Yet he still broke down as Kurt walked through the door.

He knocked once. Then twice. Then three times, glad he still had Sebastian's phone number and address stored in his phone. After the third time, a tall, tanned boy with scruffy, sandy hair and bags under his suddenly very pale green eyes. "Sebastian?" The boy didn't answer, he was speechless.

Kurt wrapped his arms around the boy, the soft fabric of his shirt rubbing on Sebastian's hard bare chest. When the softer-skinned boy felt wetness on his cheek, he realised that both he and the taller boy were crying as he moved his head to look him directly in those shining green eyes, now alive with colour as he mashed their lips together in a slow, soft kiss.

It was different, the slowness, they savoured every taste every touch as they melted into each other's embrace. Their arms linked around each other's bodies, as their lips remained intertwined. Finally, after many minutes, they pulled away, just to look at each other.

Sebastian wiped a tear off Kurt's face. "I missed you," He whispered. "I thought I would never see you again, you…you do things to me Kurt, I was just some stud until I woke up next to you that morning, you are amazing Kurt and…Blaine! What about Blaine? He's going to kick my ass!"

"It's ok, he told me I could come, but I can't stay away from you, not now, not ever, and I don't know if this is going to be the last time we see each other, but just in case, I want you, all of you, sober," The sandy-haired boy nodded with a smile, taking Kurt's hand to lead him up his stairs.

Sebastian just stood there, facing Kurt, who was staring back with a weak smile, he was nervous. He stood there as the glasz-eyed boy pulled off his coat, his hands threading quickly through the bowtie around his neck. The taller boy felt his breath hitch as he watched Kurt's nimble finger unbutton his crisp white shirt, looking up through his eyelashes as Sebastian approached him.

He linked him own fingers with Kurt's as he pushed his shirt off, letting go to let it fall to the floor, before leaning down to press his lips to Kurt's. He felt the boy shiver as he let his fingertips flutter, as soft as butterfly wings, across his soft, pale skin. The light brown haired boy pressed a soft kiss to said skin on his neck, enjoying the shudders that vibrated against his chest and the soft 'Oh's that fell from Kurt's mouth in little gasps.

His hands travelled down Kurt's chest to his belt, which he undid carefully, so not to nip any of the pale stretch of skin above it. When the belt fell open, he helped Kurt out of his tight, black skinny jeans, with much chuckling and difficulty. Then they fell on the bed, both only in boxers, limbs intertwined with soft smiles on their faces.

"You're amazing," Kurt whispered, as Sebastian crawled on top of him, pressing soft kisses all over his body.

"I know," They chuckled together. "But you're still better," He grinded down softly, he liked hearing Kurt moan, and every time he touched him, Sebastian knew he had that effect on Kurt Hummel. Finally, they picked up the pace, moving against each other in a flurry of touches and movements. Kurt's hands travelled up to Sebastian's hair and pulled lightly, loving the groan that omitted from his mouth. Kurt rarely got the chance to make Sebastian moan; he was usually too busy doing exactly that himself.

Kurt lay forward, his hand grasping the sheets below him as he felt strong hands place over him. "You ready?"

"Always," Sebastian pushed in, letting him fill Kurt, whilst the other boy squeezed his eyes shut, grasping the sheets. When he got used to the intrusion, and the fear of passing out, he nodded. "Move," It was slow and steady thrusts at first, careful movements and just the overall feeling of being with someone…and it meaning something to both of them. It wasn't just sex.

"Faster, please?" Kurt begged eyes wide as Sebastian pressed a chaste kiss to his neck. Whilst he was enjoying in the slow feeling of making love, he was desperate. He loved the feel of Sebastian, and how he made him feel. He was desperate for the rougher side that he had with Blaine, he didn't want to be treated as a piece of glass, delicate.

The tanned boy moaned as he picked up the pace at the older boy's will, Kurt gasping in pain and pleasure. Sebastian moved his hand to Kurt's hardened member, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He watched the glassy-eyed boy arch his back into his hand, his flexibility shocking him as he arched his back so far back the Sebastian could see his face. His eyes screwed shut, lips parted and cheeks flushed. It was that sight that drove the green-eyed boy over the edge; with one final thrust he came. He watched Kurt as he pulled out, his eyes wide open as he came, usual glasz eyes dark blue with lust, he looked so vulnerable in this state, so open as he caved in against Sebastian. It was one of the best things he'd seen in his life.

He's just so beautiful.

And unfortunately, he's not mine.