Warning: This ends on what could be described as a cliff hanger.
JANUARY
"What the fuck…"
"Hmm?"
"Kurt… he just text me. Him and Blaine broke up. He's coming back to New York early." He watches Dave stand there looking shocked. "What the actual fuck? We only saw them a couple of days ago and they seemed… fine."
He knows that his phone probably has the same message on it, but he'd turned it off last night, not wanting the continuous beeps and vibrations of Happy New Year! messages coming through his phone all night disrupting his sleep. Or not sleep. He had more important things to do, enjoying having the apartment to themselves being at the top of the list. He goes and grabs his phone, squeezing Dave's hand as he walks past. Sure enough there's a couple of texts from Kurt and even though he knew it was coming he feels a little sick for him, knowing that Kurt has got to be hurting right now. He sits beside Dave on the sofa and lets out a long sigh.
"You knew didn't you? You're not surprised at all."
"I…. yeah." He runs a hand through his hair. "Kind of. I knew things weren't okay a couple of months ago, which is why Kurt went back for that long weekend, to try and sort things out."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Uh, because it's not my place to tell you?"
He'd assumed that maybe Kurt would have told Dave but the hurt on Dave's face right now tells a different story. Dave's hurt because Kurt hadn't told him that he'd been having problems with Blaine, and the thought makes his heart clench and he moves closer, wrapping an arm around Dave's neck, placing a small kiss on his cheek.
"You seem to be taking this pretty hard."
"Uh, yeah. Maybe? It's just… you know I never liked Blaine. Huh. Maybe that's why Kurt didn't tell me…"
"Maybe." Strangely he can believe that Kurt would do such a thing. Maybe that's why Kurt talked to him, because he thought that Sebastian liked Blaine? Hmm.
"But he and Kurt seemed really happy together and they were the first gay couple I ever knew and it's just… weird to think of them not together anymore. And… because Kurt didn't even tell me they weren't okay it's… it feels completely out of the blue."
"It's not. Kurt's been thinking about it for a couple of months."
"And you left him in Lima knowing he'd be doing this? That he'd need us there?"
"Uh –"
"Fuck. He doesn't need us there. He has his dad and all his friends there right now."
He keeps quiet, wondering if Dave even needs him to have this conversation. He hadn't thought about staying behind, although he wonders what he'd have done if Kurt had asked them to stay. He's under no illusions that Kurt wouldn't just ask him, that he and Dave are pretty much a package deal in Kurt's mind, and he's okay with that. Mostly. The fact that Kurt is pretty much his closest friend after Dave is something he doesn't examine too closely. He wonders if Kurt realizes it.
"I think if Kurt needed us he'd have let us know. He's strong."
"Yeah. He is."
It doesn't stop the worried expression on Dave's face though and he smoothes over the little frown line between his brows, kissing the knuckles on Dave's hand as he holds it, before wrapping his arm around him and knows he never wants to let him go.
FAF
His dad hadn't wanted to let him go, insisting that he needed the support of his family and friends. He'd pointed out, in a brief moment between bouts of tears, that his two best friends were in New York, and that he wanted to be with them. He knows it's the only reason his dad helped him change his tickets, because he'd needed to get out of Lima, away from everything that reminds him of Blaine, and the fact that Blaine had started sitting in his car outside his house and sending him sad text messages. That had been slightly creepy actually, now that he thinks about it.
He pushes open the apartment door and the sense of homecoming is immense. He can hear Dave playing the piano, or maybe it's Seb listening to the recording Dave made, but either way he feels immediately a hundred times more relaxed. He wheels his bag into his bedroom and collapses onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. He hasn't cried in the last hour or so, but he feels exhausted, emotionally drained after the last two days and then the journey back, which had seemed longer and lonelier with David and Sebastian for company.
"Hey. You okay?"
He shrugs wordlessly, because he's not going to lie, but if he says anything else he's going to start crying again and he's still a little hesitant about letting down his guard that much around Sebastian.
"Can I get you anything? Coffee? Wine? Blaine's balls in a jar?"
A snort of unexpected laughter escapes, and he feels better already.
"I don't think I'd want those as a keepsake. The sentiment is noted though."
He wonders if it would be easier if he loved Blaine less, or if there had been a more solid reason for the breakup rather than it just not feeling right anymore. He wonders if he will always wonder. He'd thought he wanted to be alone, to sit and listen to music and cry, but he doesn't feel like any of that now. Food, company and maybe a movie are sounding better by the minute and he's certain Sebastian would actually like something to do. To feel useful.
"Actually, a glass of wine and some pizza would be really good right now."
He knows it's too much to expect Sebastian to actually cook something, they'd probably end up huddled under blankets on the street while the fire department put out whatever concoction Sebastian tried to make in the kitchen. There's a reason he's invested in the small fire extinguished he keeps in kitchen, although in Sebastian's defense he's never actually set anything on fire.
"Sure thing. Any preference?"
"Cheese. Lots and lots of cheese."
Sebastian nods decisively, turning on his heel and he decides that a shower would probably make him feel better, and waste time while he waits for the food to arrive. He's out pretty quickly, dressing in his pajamas. It's taken him a while to feel relaxed walking around in his pajamas in front of Sebastian and Dave, but considering they both walk around shirtless he's gotten over it. Mostly. A small part of him is still a little horrified that he lets people see him sleep rumbled with his hair flopping around his face, but he just has to let it go. Besides, he knows neither David nor Sebastian care what he looks like.
He curls up on the sofa, watching as Sebastian brings up Project Runway reruns, something they both like watching, and reaches for the wine glass on the coffee table. He would have put coasters down, there is a whole drawer full of them, indicating they should be used, but Sebastian never does and he noted that his parents didn't either when they stayed.
"Where's Dave tonight?
"He's doing laundry at his place, because we thought you were coming back tomorrow and he wanted to be here."
Part of him is glad that it's just him and Sebastian, because Sebastian doesn't expect him to talk. He's usually fairly closed off with his feelings, and sure, while he will talk if Kurt initiates it, there is no expectation there. He'll be quite content just to let Kurt eat and drink some of his own misery. That's what he wants right now. The pizza arrives and they sit and eat, muttering about the contestants, judges and clothes, even though they both know the outcome. Of course two glasses of wine in he breaks.
"I feel like crap. I mean… I broke up with him on New Year's Eve. That has to be one of the worst times to break up with someone. Or have someone break up with you. I didn't think I would feel this bad." He doesn't need to look at Sebastian to know he is uncomfortable, and he laughs again, because he hadn't meant to make him feel like that. "Sorry." He says the word quietly, can feel his throat tightening again at the threat of tears and he feels so stupid and emotional.
"No. It's okay… just…I think you feel bad because you don't like the fact that he's hurting. You know what I mean?"
He sniffs, forces himself to swallow and swirls the wine in his glass just to have something to do.
"What? If it was just me feeling bad then I'd be coping better?"
"Yeah. I think so. At least not as bad. You feel worse because you know Blaine's hurting, and you… you don't like the idea of anyone being hurt."
"I…" he stops and considers it. He's never really thought of it that way before, but maybe Sebastian has a point. He's always accepted apologies, let things slide, because he doesn't want the people around him to feel bad because of him. People feeling bad because of him makes him feel like shit, like David when he truly apologized, even though he hadn't quite yet been ready to accept the full apology he'd done it anyway, because he knew David would feel better. The same with Finn and Noah. Making himself not hit the high F so his dad wouldn't get more anonymous phone calls. There are so many, now that he thinks about it, and he realizes that he still feels guilty over a lot of it. God, that's a revelation.
"I… I'm not going to say this again, but I think you're right."
"I – really?"
"I know. I'm just as shocked as you. I think I've always wanted to please everyone around me, and that's exhausting."
"Yep. You can never please everyone. So you should try and please yourself."
"I don't think I could take it that far."
"You should try it some time. Being completely selfish and just doing what you want and damn the consequences."
"Yeah, I think that's terrible advice."
"See, you never worry about making me feel bad. Just imagine everyone as me."
"That would be a living nightmare."
"Pfft. I know you find me hot."
Kurt rolls his eyes, because he's not going to deny it and start an argument, but neither is he going to agree because Sebastian's ego is perfectly healthy and does not need any more over inflation. He goes quiet and they go back to watching the TV, but his mind is still going through everything and he wonders what other gems of advice Sebastian might have hidden away. He grins at himself, at the completely unbelievable situation that finds him sitting here drinking wine and discussing his breakup with Sebastian of all people.
"He keeps texting me."
"So block his number."
"I – harsh! I wouldn't do that…"
"Kurt, seriously. You have to be a little selfish. Have you told him to stop texting you?"
He lets out a long sigh and shakes his head.
"No."
"You have any plans on ever getting back together with him?"
He shrugs and looks away.
"I still love him."
"But…" He hears the silent 'you still broke up with him' and sighs again.
"Yeah. But."
He's waiting for Sebastian to make a joke, something about there not being room for butts in relationships, or something equally crude, but nothing comes.
"Looks, there's no good time to break up with someone. You did what you needed to do. And I mean there's nothing to say you guys don't get back together in the future. You know, work through stuff as individuals before you can work through stuff as a couple."
"When did you get so wise?" Kurt asks, because that actually sounds like something he could believe happening.
"Pfft, don't ask me. It's probably Dave rubbing off on me."
"Probably."
FAF
He stares at the message on his phone, the one from Sebastian saying Kurt has arrived home already and he has to say he's surprised. He'd kind of thought Kurt would want to stay home and mope for a bit but then again he's never really been sure of Kurt's motives for anything. He sends a quick message back, asking Seb if he wants him to join him and gets a negative response. He's fine with that, he'd kind of been planning on catching up with some school work and necessary chores around his dorm room. Like dealing with the dust which has to be like half an inch thick.
He leaves early the next day though, wanting to see Kurt and ask if there's anything he can do, which he seriously doubts but he wants to make the offer anyway. When he lets himself into the apartment he's not surprised to find Sebastian fast asleep on the sofa and Kurt in the kitchen eating breakfast. It's only been two days since he saw Kurt but he looks… different. Softer and tired, but also a bit more relaxed than usual. Still sad, but in a different way. He looks over to where Seb is sleeping and wonders whether talking would wake him. He shrugs internally, it's time he got up anyway.
"Hey. I'm sorry about you and Blaine."
"Thanks," Kurt replies, shrugging, his top slipping over a bare shoulder as he does so. "It was for the best though. We just aren't made out for long distance."
"Still sucks though. Anything I can do?"
"No. Thanks. But no. I'll just… I'll get through this. I mean, I've gotten through much worse." He winces. "David. I wasn't meaning you. I was thinking about my dad's heart attack, and coming out and… bigger things."
"Oh. Okay."
"Not that you aren't a big part of my life now, but… I'm good at getting through things. So are you for that matter. I mean, we're both still here aren't we?"
He smiles slightly and nods, because yeah, they are both still here, something which he's grateful for. He accepts the cup of coffee from Kurt, sees that he's pouring a third cup and turns to find Sebastian standing and watching them.
"You couldn't wake me up so I could sleep in my own bed Hummel?"
"I tried. You told me to fuck off."
Dave snorts into his coffee, made perfectly, and laughs at the disgruntled look on Seb's face.
"Don't you laugh; it's you who's going to give me a massage to help work out the knots in my neck."
"Yeah yeah, like that's a hardship," Dave says, and then feels a spike of unease that maybe his and Seb's flirting will be too hard for him to bear. Instead Kurt looks amused which makes him relax, because he doesn't really want to censor himself around Kurt, although he would do, if that helped.
"You want it now? So you can go back to sleep?" Dave asks.
"Oh… yeah. That sounds divine. Mmm. Come on."
He glances at Kurt in time to catch his eye roll and smile, the waving of a hand like he's somehow giving them permission and he lets Sebastian drag him down to their bedroom. Seb seems fairly intent on his massage, striping his shirt off and throwing actual massage oil at him, the stuff Sebastian usually saves for long relaxing baths which Dave never wants to partake in because it had been boring the first time. Sebastian lies on the bed face down, his arms by his side and Dave straddles him carefully, warming the oil in his palms before sliding his hands up Seb's bare back.
The quiet hum of approval makes him smile and he's pretty confident this isn't going to turn into anything sexual like it usually does. He starts naming the back muscles in his head, and the bones, knowing keeping his mind busy with that will stop him thinking about the fact he has Seb half-naked beneath him. He works the slightly tighter muscles in Sebastian's neck and shoulders; laughing quietly at the sngh sound of relaxed pleasure that Seb makes.
He likes that he can make him feel like this. He keeps working, his hands warming up as they press and massage the muscles. It's not even been fifteen minutes when he hears the snuffling sound and he stops, watches as Seb squishes his face further into his pillow and he huffs in amusement and moves carefully, pulling the duvet up to keep him warm. He watches for a brief moment, runs a hand through Sebastian's hair before placing a soft kiss to his forehead and leaving him to sleep.
He finds Kurt in his bedroom, the door open and Kurt watching something on his laptop, headphones in. He moves into his line of sight and waves, feeling a little awkward but less so when Kurt pulls out his headphones.
"Hey."
"Hey. I – uh… that was fast."
"He fell asleep."
"Oh," Kurt blushes and he realizes the connection Kurt's making in his head. The reaon for the headphones. Fucking hell, now he's blushing.
"Fuck Kurt, I gave him a massage. An actual massage. He fell asleep because he was relaxed. I'm kind of insulted you think I'm potentially that bad at sex Seb would fall asleep."
"Well, we were up pretty late last night talking. He's pretty tired."
He's not quite sure how to respond to that without divulging multiple tidbits about his sex life so he just keeps his mouth shut.
"What are you watching?"
"Oh, it's a Broadway show. We have to write a critique on the choreography."
"That sounds…" he pauses, unsure of what to say, because it sounds boring as hell to him, although he knows Seb would jump at the chance to pick holes in other people's dancing.
"It's kind of boring. I'd rather just watch and enjoy to be honest."
"Yeah, well, I can't even do that half the time. You want some mac and cheese for lunch? I'm going to head out to the shops. We didn't really get anything yesterday. Or the day before."
"Yes. I noticed," Kurt smirks and he pokes his tongue out, because if Kurt can tease him about the fact that he and Seb didn't leave the apartment for thirty-six hours then he can definitely tease back.
"You want anything?"
"No, well, usual groceries. You have the apartment ATM card right?"
He nods, because if he's cooking and feeding Kurt and Sebastian then yes, they can help pay for the food. It had been one of the things he'd compromised on early on.
"I'll see you in a bit. Enjoy the show."
Kurt groans, putting a headphone back in and he waves, heading back out. He comes back an hour later, laden down with more groceries than usual given their completely empty fridge and pantry. The only thing they had stopped to buy had been milk and that had been in the airport and because he knew they would need it for coffee if nothing else. He waves at Kurt who is busy scowling at his laptop and heads into the kitchen, putting things away and leaving out the things he needs to make lunch. While he's planning on making mac and cheese it's not the healthiest option, so he makes a large side salad to go with it.
He puts it in the oven and settles down to do some class work of his own, hoping to be a little ahead when classes start back in three days. The smell of ham, onion and melted cheese fills the apartment and a part of him is secretly pleased that all three of them like such a mundane meal. He's pretty sure Seb's dad would be horrified if he ever found out that they eat it while drinking some of the wine in his collection.
"God that smells good," Kurt says, falling into the seat opposite him and he looks up.
"Yeah, should be ready in about five."
"You and warm cheese… it's becoming a thing."
"Hey, you're awake again…" Dave says, smiling as Sebastian collapses against him on the sofa.
"It's my comfort food okay? Just let me wallow and I'll worry about the dimpling on my thighs later."
"The only dimples you have to worry about are the ones on your cheeks," Sebastian mutter and he snorts, mainly because Sebastian and Kurt both look horrified and it's amusing as hell. They're so used to snarking at each other whenever there's a stray compliment it takes both of them by surprise.
"Come on, you can compete over burning calories later. First you can compete with consuming them."
FAF
He doesn't text Blaine back. He doesn't answer his calls. He stops answering calls from everyone still at McKinley when Blaine starts using their phones to ring him, obviously realizing that Kurt is deliberately ignoring him. He tells himself he's not doing it to be cruel, that he doesn't want to lead Blaine on, make him think that there might be hope for their relationship in the future.
As much as Sebastian's words about them potentially getting back together once they've worked through stuff sounds plausible, he doesn't think he wants to contemplate a future relationship with Blaine. He realizes now that he was quite high maintenance, and he considers himself quite high maintenance, and having two of those type of people in a relationship just means a lot of hard work. Plus he'd always felt like he was making a compromise.
It's been almost two weeks now, Dave has pretty much moved in, and he can tell he's concerned, eyes quietly watching him every time they're in the same room. Sebastian drags him out to a show exactly one week from the day, and he doesn't even think about it really, just enjoys the show. Classes have started so they keep him busy, distracted, and when he seems to get even a little despondent Sebastian or Dave seem to be there, usually insisting on walks to get coffee, not letting him sit around and wallow despite how much he wants to some days.
Even when he allows himself to wallow he adores the fact that neither Sebastian or David are curtailing their words or actions, they're still themselves and rather than giving him pangs of loneliness it instead makes him feel hopeful. He knows that one day he will have that. An easy relationship, where he doesn't have to hide anything and is supported as fully as he needs while he supports the other person. He knows theirs' is not an ideal relationship, or perfect, because there's too much yelling in it to really make him comfortable, but it's all tempered by love, something he can almost see pouring out of both of them. If anything it makes him envious.
FAF
"Come on."
"What?"
"I'm taking you with me. It looks like you need to yell and scream and maybe even cry and grown men can do that at a hockey game and no one will ask questions."
"I don't need to go to a hockey game to yell, scream or cry David. I have a perfectly good bedroom that more than suffices."
"Just… come on. At least try it. Please?"
He knows he's playing dirty when he uses the word please and turns on what Seb calls his puppy dog eyes, all sad and pleading. When Kurt huffs and stands up he knows he's won and he holds back a triumphant smirk. Seb has a group meeting for a presentation for class; a meeting they're holding tonight in the apartment and he figures he can kill several birds with one stone. Seb is feeling guilty that he can't make the game because of the group meeting; the one that's been re-scheduled four times and is due on Monday. Plus Kurt really does look like he needs to vent some anger, and he knows that it will most likely be directed at Seb if they stay in the same vicinity as one another. Taking Kurt with him gets him out of Seb's hair, and hopefully Kurt can let out whatever he has bottled inside him and neither of them will come to blows. Not that they've gone beyond snarkiness with each other recently, but still, he'd like to think he's preventing potential bloodshed.
They take their seats and he carefully puts their drinks on the ground beneath his seat, although he knows as soon as something exciting happens he's bound to forget and knock them over when he stands up. Kurt sits, crossing his legs and unwrapping his scarf. Instead of feeling self-conscious at Kurt's actions and appearance he finds it doesn't bother him in the slightest.
"Okay, which team are we rooting for?"
"The Rangers." Kurt looks at him blankly. "The guys in the white shirts."
"Right. With the red and blue trim?"
"Yeah. Them," Dave says, grinning.
The game starts and it quickly becomes apparent Kurt has a good voice. He knew that, of course, he's heard him sing a number of times, but he had never realized that it would be just as effective at screaming. He can only assume that Kurt's lung capacity must be impressive. He really gets into it, screaming and singing along with the rest of the crowd, really seeming to enjoy the atmosphere. He lets himself relax completely and enjoy the game. When it comes to the end of the second period his drink is of course all over the floor, although he did manage to drink about half.
"I'm just going to the bathroom. You want anything?"
Kurt shakes his head and he pats him on the shoulder as he works his way past him to the stairs. There's a queue for the bathroom, and again for more food, and even though Kurt didn't ask for it he grabs a mochaccino and some mozzarella sticks, figuring he'll eat them if Kurt doesn't want them. He gets back to his chair to find some strange guy sitting in it, leaning toward Kurt and he hears the end of what Kurt was saying as he stands there and glares, not giving a flying fuck if he seems rude.
"– not my boyfriend. His boyfriend is at home. I'm single."
He looks between Kurt and the guy, probably glaring some more and the guy looks up and smiles at him and he narrows his eyes. That just seems to amuse the guy in question and he hasn't felt this annoyed in a long time.
"Can I give you my number?"
"Thanks, but I'm really not looking right now. I just got out of a relationship."
"Well, when you're ready maybe you could call me?" The guy persists, pulling a business card out of his wallet and passing it to Kurt, and the guy has to be at least ten years their senior. Creeper.
"Oh. Um. Thanks. But… I'm probably not going to use it."
"That's fine. Just take it anyway."
Kurt does, smiling uncomfortably now and he glares after the guy as he shuffles down the aisle towards an empty seat and he sits down in his seat abruptly.
"Are you seriously thinking of dating that guy?"
"What? No! I was just… practicing flirting? I don't know. I didn't think I would ever have the opportunity to hone that particular skill at a hockey game."
"Yeah. No. Neither did I." He glances down the row of seats and the guy is talking to what Dave assumes are his friends. He looks normal, good looking he supposes, but at least Blaine was an evil he knew. Fuck. Kurt might start dating someone worse. That thought hadn't occurred to him and he feels a little worried as the final period starts. He quickly forgets his worries though when they get up to leave after the game and Kurt drops the card in with the rest of their trash. Okay then.
"So, what did you think?" He asks as they head back to the apartment.
"It was…good. Surprisingly exhilarating."
"You want to come next time?"
"No. Not unless I need to. Or you think I need to. I didn't even know I needed that. My throat couldn't handle that very often though."
"Yeah well, I figured you might like it as a once off, even if all you did was complain the whole time."
"Hey! I didn't complain once!"
"I didn't say you did. I just meant… I thought it would be good for you."
"Yes well, it was. Thank you."
FAF
It's already been almost four weeks, and there are good days when Kurt seems almost like his old self, and then there are bad days, or nights rather, when he knows Kurt has been crying. If his door is open he'll offer to make him a drink, if it's closed he can't stop himself from pausing outside and wishing there was something more he could do. He knows that he and Dave are helping, but it just doesn't feel like enough sometimes. That's why when he finds Kurt and Dave watching movies occasionally he tries to not let the jealousy in his gut take over. He trusts Dave. He trusts Kurt as well, and he always feels welcome to join them, which he always does, knowing that the images of Dave and Kurt curled up together watching movies are solely in his imagination.
Sometimes he wishes he knew what Dave was thinking when he catches him looking at him or Kurt. He doesn't know if it's because Kurt is now single that he's become extra vigilant, or whether Dave is looking more. He tries not to over think it, although when Dave expresses concern about Kurt dating a douche that is even worse than Blaine he doesn't know if he should agree or worry about the fact that Dave doesn't seem to want Kurt to be dating again.
He leans against the kitchen bench watching Kurt start preparing dinner and appreciates that on the whole though things feel good. He's happy the majority of the time and convinces himself that he's worrying over nothing with regards to Dave and any possible interest he might have in Kurt and vice versa. They wouldn't do that to him, because they're decent guys. He huffs and sets his glass down, because he can't believe that his two closest friends are probably two of the most honorable people he knows, and considering his past activities it must look weird to outsiders.
"You have to go out and buy some more milk."
"Hmm. What? Why me?" He pulls a face because it's dark and sleeting outside, the last thing he wants to do is go out in it.
"I'm cooking. You can go out and get the fucking milk. I know you drank the last of it. Don't pretend like you didn't because you're the only one who doesn't rinse his glass and it's right over there Sebastian! It's still cold! And you have some on the corner of your mouth still!"
"Fine! I'm going, I'm going!" He laughs, glad that Kurt is having a good day, and he promises to return with more milk. It's habit, he does it without even thinking as he leaves, his thumb stroking downward over his heart in his silent I love you that he's only ever said to Dave. When he shuts the door behind him he leans on it, his stomach churning and he knows he is probably ghostly white. He can't believe he just said that. Did that. It felt right, but now he can't shake the sense of it just being weird. The only thing that is even slightly reassuring is that Kurt has no idea what it means.
FAF
He stands there with his mouth open, blinking and unable to move. He must have imagined it, because there is no way that Sebastian just told him, albeit silently, that he loved him. In a completely platonic way of course, because he's pretty sure that Sebastian doesn't love him like he loves Dave, because that would just be… weird. The smell of burning draws him out of his thoughts and he looks at the half-raw half-black diced onion pieces charred by hot butter and lets out a quiet 'crap' before turning off the heat and deciding to start from scratch.
He thinks about it as he scrapes and washes the pan, and he starts to realize he likes it more and more. Not the abject look of horror on Sebastian's face of course, but the fact that they feel the same way about each other. Really close friends. Which is nice, because they live together and he wants to be good friends with the person he lives with. He's not sure how Sebastian would react if he verbally reciprocated the words though, and he's not going to use the little gesture they have. That's private, between David and Sebastian, despite the fact that Sebastian just used it with him he knows it wasn't intentional.
Recalling what David said about Sebastian, and not saying the words very often he decides that actions are probably the way to go. He mentally catalogues all of Sebastian's favorite foods, he already knows how he takes his coffee, and taking him to shows is now easy considering the ticket Sebastian gave him for Christmas. He tosses the newly diced onion into the hot butter and stirs it, feeling good.
FAF
There's something up with Seb but he has no idea what it is. He's pretty sure there's something up with Kurt too but he can't pinpoint it and he can't be certain it isn't Blaine related. They seem to be avoiding each other though. No. That's not quite correct. Sebastian seems to be avoiding Kurt, and Kurt seems to be acting… more attentive toward Sebastian. He's pretty sure he's not imagining it but he just can't figure out why. He's baffled until he realizes the possible reason.
Kurt likes Sebastian.
He feels like being sick.