A/N: We're back with chapter 2! This chapter is a bit shorter than the first. Chapter 1 was originally intended to be a standalone piece, but I had so much fun writing it, and enough of you seemed to want some more, so I decided to continue it!

This time around we get some of Kurt's perspective.

I think last night was a mistake

Kurt stares down at the phone in his hand and hits send. Then he throws it onto his bed, out of reach, and covers his face with his hands. What is he doing? He's been single for less than two months, and he's already thinking about another guy, and that guy is Sebastian Smythe. What is he doing?

Sebastian has been... surprisingly helpful, really, this past month or so they've been talking. And really, before Kurt broke up with Blaine, Sebastian was... less awful than he used to be. But Sebastian still was awful, right? And he's done a lot to make up for that, Sebastian has been a good friend to Kurt, but there's still something in the back of his mind, wondering, what's the catch? Because Sebastian has spent almost the entire time he's known Kurt trying to steal Blaine from him. And now he could have Blaine but he's just wasting his time with Kurt and Kurt just doesn't get it. And then he kissed him last night, and Kurt kissed him back, and something just felt right. And Kurt is terrified.

What would Blaine think? He keeps trying to tell himself he shouldn't care what Blaine thinks, but it's really not that easy. Blaine was his first boyfriend. His first love. And he knows he wasn't happy, it was the right decision – when he manages to be really honest with himself, he knows he was scared of what might have happened had he stayed – but he can't just stop caring about someone who meant so much to him. And that's the biggest problem, really; he does still care about Blaine. Maybe it's not the same, never will be the same, and he's never getting back together with Blaine – he can't – but he still feels for Blaine, and he can't do that to himself, can't do that to Sebastian.

The phone buzzing on his bed pulls him from his thoughts, and he stares at it with wide eyes for a few minutes before finally, slowly, he stands from the chair at his vanity and walks to his bed, takes a seat, takes a deep breath, and picks up the phone.

Calm down it's not like I'm your boyfriend now

Kurt blinks down at the text. He supposes Sebastian has a point, but it just felt like more while it was happening, and they didn't talk about it so he assumed it meant something, Sebastian knows him and knows that he thinks things like that mean something, and –

You know you can make out with a guy just for fun, right Mother Teresa? Don't be such a prude

Oh. Well then. He knows he shouldn't feel bad for not being ready for sex. He knows, logically, that there's no problem with waiting until he's ready. But fuck if it doesn't sting when someone points it out, acts like he's a child or immature or a prude or naïve because of it, and Sebastian doesn't really do it anymore so it catches him off guard and it's worse now because they're friends.

Or was this what Sebastian wanted? Maybe he'd decided Kurt was a more fun challenge than Blaine, wanted to play with his head, see how far he could get, and Kurt just let him – no. No, he knows Sebastian now, knows Sebastian wouldn't do that, they're friends. God, they're friends, it was just a dumb mistake, why does Kurt have to make such a big deal out of nothing?

He's not sure how to respond. He sits there for a while, loses track of time rereading the message, trying to decide on a reply, until finally he gives up and puts the phone down on his bedside table and flops onto the bed, burying his head in a pillow. He'll respond later.

If he doesn't want this to change anything between them, why is he upset Sebastian thinks it's nothing?

They're walking through the park, enjoying the crisp autumn air, and Kurt is just glad he managed to convince Sebastian to do something with him. He can't help but feel that Sebastian has been pushing him away since the night they kissed, and he doesn't want to lose his friend; as weird as it is to think that about Sebastian Smythe of all people, they have become friends, and it's true.

Kurt holds his coffee in both hands, letting the heat from the cup warm his fingers. "I always loved this time of year. The colours are so pretty."

"You're such a girl," Sebastian says.

Kurt turns to look at the other boy, but Sebastian is staring straight ahead, not even a smirk on his face. Kurt frowns. Of course they still banter, Kurt wouldn't have their friendship any other way, but since they've actually become friends and Kurt told him how much he hated the girly jokes, Sebastian had made a point to avoid them. It was actually kind of sweet, in a weird way.

"Enjoying nature has nothing to do with gender," he replies, taking a sip of his coffee.

Sebastian doesn't respond. They continue walking along the path, a few runners passing them at their leisurely pace. It's an uncomfortable silence, Kurt just wants Sebastian to talk, to say something, he doesn't know why this is such a big deal if Sebastian himself said it wasn't a big deal. Why won't he talk to him?

"I never did understand how anyone could enjoy running. I guess I see the appeal of getting outside, but you can just go for a walk and then not worry about getting all sweaty and ruining your joints. And you can still wear all the cute workout clothes doing yoga or something," he tries again.

Sebastian scoffs at that. "You would be the guy doing yoga, wouldn't you?"

Kurt stops then, finally, turns to look at Sebastian, because this is ridiculous. "What's your problem?"

Sebastian stops then, too, levels a condescending look at Kurt. "I don't have a problem. But you know what, I have to go now anyway. Bye, Kurt."

Then Sebastian is just walking away, back toward the parking lot, leaving Kurt standing there, cooling coffee cup in his hands and a deeper frown on his face. He needs to fix this, whatever this is, but how?

Kurt convinces Sebastian to meet him at the Lima Bean the next week after school, so now they're sitting together in another awkward silence, slowly sipping on their coffees.

"Kurt?" the familiar voice comes from behind him, and he turns in his chair to see Blaine approaching.

"Blaine," Kurt says dumbly, surprised, not really sure what else he could say. He hasn't really spoken to Blaine since their breakup. A few short words here and there at school when it couldn't be avoided, but other than that, nothing. He's made a point to keep his distance. But he's also tried hard to make sure none of the other Glee clubbers are picking sides. He knows Blaine transferred to McKinley to be with him, could have stayed at Dalton, and Kurt still cares; he doesn't want Blaine to hate coming to school every day, he still wants Blaine to have friends even if he doesn't want to be one of them. And actually, come to think of it, it's kind of weird that he hasn't run into Blaine here until now, because they used to come here all the time together, but... maybe that's why he's been avoiding it.

"You're, um...," Blaine starts, stops himself, swallows and rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly before trying again, "You look good."

Kurt's cheeks redden a little at the compliment. "Thanks."

"Can I... sit?" Blaine asks, shooting a glance at Sebastian before looking back at Kurt.

"Oh! I, um...," Kurt starts, but then trails off, turns back to look at Sebastian.

"Yeah, whatever. I was just leaving anyway," Sebastian says, standing up and leaving the still half-full mug on the table. "Frodo. Galadriel," he says, glancing unamusingly between the two boys, and then he's gone before Kurt can argue.

Blaine takes the vacant seat, pushing the mud aside, and linking his own hands together on the table in front of him, fidgeting with his thumbs. "So, how have you been?"

"Fine," Kurt says with a small nod, "you?"

"I'm good," Blaine replies. They sit in awkward silence for a moment, and got Kurt is starting to hate awkward silences, before Blaine speaks again. "Was he, uh, bothering you?"

Kurt blinks hard, looks at Blaine a bit confused before he realizes that Blaine doesn't know they're friends. Kurt's other friends know, of course, and they'd all been in shock when he'd told them, and he'd kind of just assumed that Blaine would have heard about it, but apparently he hasn't.

"Oh, no he wasn't, we um... we're friends now."

Blaine raises his eyebrows. "You're... friends."

"Yeah." Kurt nods, takes a sip of his coffee, just for an excuse to not have to say anything else.

"You're friends with Sebastian Smythe?" Blaine asks carefully.

"Yes."

"You hate him," Blaine reminds him.

"He's... not so bad," Kurt argues.

Blaine frowns. "So, what, you break up with me so you can get together with him?"

Kurt's eyes widen in shock. "What? No! We're not together, god Blaine, we're just friends."

"You're just friends with Sebastian Smythe," Blaine says, rolling his eyes.

"You were friends with him," Kurt points out.

"Yeah, until he brainwashed my boyfriend and stole him from me," Blaine spits back at him.

"I am not brainwashed, and he did not steal me from you," Kurt says, voice rising a bit in frustration.

"Well what other explanation do you have for all of this?" Blaine huffs. "We had everything together, Kurt, everything, and you ruined that, and I can't for the life of me figure out why."

"Maybe if you ever listened to me you would know!" Kurt is just shy of yelling, and they're definitely drawing a lot of attention from the other patrons by now but he just doesn't care. "I'm a big boy and I can make my own decision, and I wasn't happy."

"I can make you happy, Kurt, you just have to let me! I love you, I want to be with you!"

"Well maybe I don't love you anymore!" The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, and he realizes with certainty that wasn't there before, for the first time since their break-up, that he really doesn't love Blaine anymore.

The two boys stare back at each other wordlessly, Blaine wide-eyed. And then Kurt stands, takes a final look at Blaine, and leaves the coffee shop without another word.

Sebastian is at Kurt's house. It's the first time Kurt has been able to convince him to do anything other than go for a coffee in the past month, and he had to practically beg the other boy to come over. They have the house to themselves, and they're curled up on opposite ends of the couch, watching as the credits roll at the end of Sweeney Todd.

"Do you want to watch another movie?" Kurt asks, glancing over at Sebastian.

"Whatever," Sebastian mutters, not looking back at Kurt.

Kurt frowns. He's getting sick of this. "We can do something else if you want. We don't have to watch a movie, but since you seem to have no interest in actually talking to me I thought that was the best compromise."

"I don't care, Kurt. Whatever," Sebastian shoots back at him, finally turning to meet Kurt's gaze with a look of annoyance.

"Why are you even here?"

"Because you asked me to come," Sebastian points out.

"Yeah, because I wanted to spend time with my friend, not some asshole who can barely bring himself to say five words to me!" Kurt says, exasperated.

"We're not friends, Kurt. We were never friends," Sebastian spits the words at him, like he can't get the awful taste out of his mouth, "you just needed someone to make you feel good about yourself until Blaine Anderson came crawling back to you to apologize."

Kurt's jaw drops, the anger flushed out of his body in an instant. "... What?"

"Oh come on, Tinkerbell, don't act like you're surprised I figured it out. Blaine's back, you got what you wanted, stop wasting my fucking time." Sebastian stands then, moves toward the doorway.

"Sebastian, stop," Kurt says, standing and following behind him, "that's not – I don't want to be with Blaine, Seb, come on, you're the one who made me realize I could break up with him! You can't seriously think that–"

"I'm not an idiot, Kurt," Sebastian snaps, spinning back around to face Kurt, "you had no problem ditching me for him at the Lima Bean the other day, don't even think for a second I don't know exactly how this ends."

"How what ends? Sebastian, I didn't ditch you, you left! Nobody asked you to do that! I didn't want you to do that!"

"Yeah, right." Sebastian laughs darkly, turns again, continues toward the door. "You know, Kurt, for a minute there I actually thought maybe this could work, you know? But who was I kidding. Of course you're all over Blaine the second he manages to weasel his way back into your life. I should have known. Guess I am an idiot."

"Seb, you're not – god you are infuriating – you're not an idiot, but I am not going back to Blaine. After you left I got in a fight with him! About you! And I told him I don't love him anymore, and I got up, and I left!"

Sebastian doesn't reply to that, just continues on his way, reaching the closet in the entryway and pulling out his jacket.

"I don't know what I did to you, Sebastian, but I wish you would just tell me, because you were acting like this before Blaine even showed up and we both know it. What is your problem?"

Sebastian shrugs on his jacket, still not facing Kurt. "I don't have a problem. "

"You sure? Could have fooled me."

Sebastian turns to face Kurt again as he zips his jacket. "You want to know what my problem is, Kurt? I like you. Okay? There, are you happy now? I like you. I am falling in love with you. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Kurt is quiet for a few beats, the anger once again drained from him, as he stares back wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the other boy. "You...," he starts, but then trails off.

"See, this is why I didn't say anything. Fuck this. I'm not hanging around waiting for you and Blaine to get back together."

"What are you, Sebastian, twelve? We're not in elementary school, god, you don't just bully the kid you have a crush on, you could have talked to me!"

"Oh please, Miranda Priestly, if I were bullying you, you'd know it."

"You are unbelievable," Kurt says, crossing his arms.

"And we're done," Sebastian says simply, pulling the front door open and then slamming it in his face without another word.

Kurt pulls the door open again, steps outside to see Sebastian making his way to his car. "Sebastian, wait! Come back! We can – we can talk about this, don't just leave!"

Sebastian doesn't reply, doesn't even acknowledge that he hears Kurt, just pulls open his car door and climbs in, starting up the engine. Kurt stands outside the doorway, watches as Sebastian pulls out onto the road and drives away.

He lifts a hand to his face, covers his mouth as the tears start to fall. Shit. What has he done? If things weren't a mess before, they definitely are now.