When Sebastian woke up the next day, he was engulfed with the feeling of having someone in his arms. Usually that never happened, when he had sex they were either on the other side of the bed or had already left; but like hell was he complaining.

Like last time, only a small stretch of light glanced through the drawn curtains. The room was otherwise dark as the small stretch of light fell like an open spotlight onto Sebastian and Kurt's intertwined bodies.

Kurt's colourless pallor shone when directly hit by the light, it highlighted his best assets and features, which might as well be his whole body; his jawline became more prominent, more chiselled, his muscles more defined in the light, his already-visible hip-bones stood out even more. Sebastian could say a million times over that he was beautiful, but the word seemed to overused to belong to this special boy. He was just so…him.

The white, sticky and soiled, sheets covered from just below their hips. Kurt's back was pressed against Sebastian; the younger boy could feel his shallow breathing. Their hands were intertwined on the bruised chest of the older, but smaller boy, so Bas could feel his heartbeat also, unlike his own it was slow, normal rate.

When Kurt awoke, he could tell by the heartbeat, it sped up to the same rate of his own; then the fluffy, messy nest of hair on Kurt's head tickled him under the chin as said boy moved to face him. They smiled at each other, limbs intertwined, hands joined. "I love you," He breathed, and wished he hadn't as Kurt's face fell.

"I know,"

"Why can't you leave him?"

"He needs help,"

"Will you come back?" The hope broke both their hearts, as Kurt's deep blue-grey eyes looked up, slightly damp and broken, Sebastian could see they were tunnels into his heart, and his heart had been torn into two. With his own deep green-grey-blue eyes he stared back, his hope slowly vanishing from them.

"You know I don't know,"

"A man can hope,"

"And a boy can't," Kurt replied. "It's ok for some, so clever they get advanced classes and get the hell out of school, but for people like me, who are sometimes too terrified to even turn up at school, it's not that easy, I actually got kept back a year because I didn't attend school enough days, so now I have to redo everything, and even now I can't bring it to myself to turn up,"

"Kurt? I know it's a lot to bring up, but I'm gay too, in case you haven't realised," He chuckled drily. "And I know it costs a lot, but the school I went to is called Dalton, it's an all-boys private school, they have a zero tolerance no-bullying policy," He pressed a chaste kiss to Kurt's tear-soaked cheek. "Talk to your dad, you might actually graduate this year,"

Sebastian knew if he let him linger too long, his heart would only break further; yet he couldn't find it in himself to turn the boy away. They both clambered into the shower together, washing each other's hair and backs, stealing little kisses, but that was all.

When it was time for Kurt to go, they both cried, Sebastian never cried until he met Kurt, now he couldn't stop. They exchange one last kiss, both of them trying not to drag each other back in the house. "I love you too," Kurt whispered, and in second he had took off down the street, silent little sobs escaping his mouth as silvery teardrops drenched his washed-out cheeks. Any flush he had had, had now faded into a waterfall of white sheets, as he felt the urge to punch something, or someone, yet break down into the floor and curl up into a ball.

Blaine was where he had been left, huddled on the couch, thinking, staring at a wall. "Kurt," he whispered without looking up, because who else would it be? The pale-skinned boy kneeled before him.

"Blaine, you're scaring me, you're job is to terrify people, push them around like they don't matter, and…as much as I hate you doing that, I hate this, you're scaring me,"
"I'm thinking,"

"For the last three days,"

"I know, I feel…Human," Kurt blinked those bright, red-ringed orbs in surprise. Blaine looked different, not just physically, but his voice sounded scared instead of cocky and over confident. He was a mythological being made into a nightmarish reality, yet here he was acting like a heartbroken human teenager. Like Kurt.

"Blaine? What do you need?" to get over you.

"I need to talk to Sebastian,"

"No," His voice was stern, though wavering slightly, he didn't know how long it would take to wear broken Blaine's patience, but he would die before Blaine went near Bas. "Not a chance, you are not hurting him,"

"Oh for fuck's sake Kurt," Not long apparently. "Do I look like I'm in any shape to hurt anyone? Really, open your eyes past your nose because I'm a mess here," And it's your entire fault.

Blaine pulled himself off the couch, wincing at the cracking of joints and pulling at sleepy muscles. "I'm going for a shower, then I want to see him," He turned around to look into the other boys blue-grey-green orbs with a small smile at them. With a small hesitation, he leaned in and placed his lips too his. It was chaste, sweet and surprising; he pulled away just as fast as he had placed his lips there and practically ran up the stairs away from Kurt.

"Ok, before we go in, you promise not to hurt him, mention our sex life, and/or push him around, try not to offend him as well, even though that's fucking impossible for you," Kurt slammed the car door shut. Blaine scowled, he hated being bossed around by a Human, but he had to find some way to make it up to Kurt, starting with his one true love.

His hair was gel-free and in loose curls around his head. His eyes were wider, brighter, no longer red-ringed and he seemed more awake than asleep now, however there was that unmistakeable glint of sadness and guilt in the cascade of gold's and brown's that made his eyes. He was wearing a tight black shirt, the top two buttons undone and a maroon cardigan thrown over the top, finishing the outfit with some black skinny jeans. He certainly looked like his old self; he held that arrogant look that reminded Kurt of his Demonic attitude. But he could sense something was off.

"Sebastian?" Blaine saw past Kurt's shoulder, to a boy with ruffled sandy hair and dark green-blue eyes that held a creaky doorway to a broken soul. Sebastian Smythe. "There's someone who needs to speak to you," Their eyes connected, and for a second they shared an understanding, the same broken hearts for the same gorgeous boy.

"Come in," He said, harshly, but not to Kurt, his eyes still locked with Blaine's. The boy between them picked up the tension, sighing, he got ready for a fight that he'd have to break apart. He was prepared to bring Blaine here; he didn't believe a word that Blaine said about apologies, now that the confident scowl was back on his face. But what could he do really?

"What do you want?"

"To talk,"

"I don't believe you for a fucking second,"

"Language," There was a dangerous edge to Blaine's tongue and the second youngest boy felt the urge to slap them both as they scowled at each other, but he was scared of Blaine, not as much as he used to be, he wasn't as strong as he used to be, but that wasn't to say he wasn't dangerous.

"Behave, both of you, can we just sit down and talk like civilised Human Beings for a second? Please, because I'm sick of all of this, this needs to end, here and now," He surprised himself when he spoke, his words laced with anger and hurt, but every word were the words he usually only spoke in his head. The Fallen Angel raised his eyebrows at Kurt. 'Human?' he mouthed at him; he shook his head, telling him to shut up.

"Get it over with then,"
"I came

To apologize, for all the shit that I've given you, I had no right, ok? That's all I wanted, so if you'd have shut your damn mouth sooner…"

"Stop, Sebastian, do you accept his apology, and that's probably the best you'll get, but I'd take it because he doesn't apologise, ever, he doesn't have a heart," Though it was said to ease the tension, Kurt knew that his words were true. To him, Blaine didn't have a heart. But to Blaine he did, it was just very, very broken.

"Sure,"

Kurt watched Sebastian the whole half an hour later; they all talked tensely, like they were afraid to joke. The brown-haired boy tried to lighten the tension, but the other two boys didn't seem to want to participate, both awkwardly and stiffly talking.

"Kurt, I want to talk to Blaine alone," The glasz-eyed boy glanced between them nervously, but when Blaine nodded, he stood and went to make himself busy in the kitchen, but keeping his ears open for shouting and bangs.

"Ok, I don't like you, not at all, but for Kurt's sake we are going to get along ok?"
"Why? Why should I listen to you? You're just a…" He almost said Human, but realising that giving away the fact he wasn't of Earth was probably not the best idea in the way of keeping Kurt, he shook his head. "Never mind,"

Sebastian stared at him curiously; he brushed his sandy blonde-brown hair up out of his face, his piercing green eyes glaring at the dark-skinned boy. "Because you love him, don't deny it, you can keep trying to build your walls up, but I can see it, you act just like I do, only you're trying not to, well you already have him, so you better look after him," For a second, Blaine remained silent.

"But it's you he loves," The words sounded so broken, so different form him, but the two months he'd known Kurt had changed him, and not for the better. He stared at Sebastian, then shouted for Kurt.

"Kurt, we're leaving,"