Hello everyone!

I've already been receiving some very kind words about my story. Thank you so much! This all just happened very randomly, but I'm glad that it's taking off.

In this chapter, I wanted to establish some sort of connection between Kurt and Sebastian other than their ties with Blaine. The ideas are just sort of pouring out of my mind through my fingertips as I type.

Anyway, please enjoy this chapter and watch out for the next installment!

The Lima Bean was packed with the usual after-school crowd, but to Kurt, it was as if everyone else had evaporated into thin air. As far as he was concerned, Blaine Anderson was the only other patron at the coffee shop. The handsome boy sat alone at a window table looking dreamy as ever and sipping away at his medium drip. Kurt quickly ran his fingertip along his own hairline to make sure that no strand was out of place and waltzed over to the table.

"Hey Blaine," he said excitedly. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I came as fast as I could."

Blaine simply nodded and gestured for Kurt to take a seat. From this simple physical exchange, Kurt could tell that something was wrong. Nevertheless, he sat in the chair opposite his boyfriend.

He grinned awkwardly and shrugged. "Is everything alright, Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head, staring at his coffee cup. "I think we should stop seeing each other."

Kurt felt an involuntary shiver course through his body. Had he heard correctly? His voice cracked as he responded. "Wh—What?"

Blaine leaned forward. "I think it's probably for the best if we go our separate ways."

Kurt could feel his eyes start to well up. "You're…Breaking up with me." He said it as a statement, not a question. "I don't understand…"

Blaine's head seemed to fall in shame. "There's… Someone else…"

The metaphorical dagger that was already in Kurt's heart was suddenly given a quick twist as his boyfriend's words cut through him. He already knew who that "someone else" was. Sebastian. That rat bastard had been eyeing Blaine for months, and now he'd finally succeeded in seducing him and winning him over.

Kurt quivered as he sobbed softly to himself. Blaine simply leaned forward once more and placed his hand over Kurt's. "I'm so sorry," he said, pathetically.

Kurt withdrew his hand as if it had been burnt. "You get the hell away from me!" He scooted out of his chair so quickly that it fell with a loud thud, gaining the attention of everyone in the coffee shop.

"Kurt, please…"

"SHUT UP!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Blaine, his face screwed up in rage and sorrow. It was for certain that all the patrons were looking on now. "I thought you loved me! And this is what you do? You go gallivanting with that… That… Whore behind my back? He doesn't love you! He'll never love you the way I do! He just sees you as a sex object! Are you that blind to his motives?"

Blaine looked up at him and his eyes were red from crying. "Kurt, please…"

"No! Don't you even think of begging for forgiveness!" Kurt hoisted his school bag over his shoulder. "When things don't work out with him, don't come crying to me because we're through! Understand?" Kurt stormed off toward the exit.

The minute he was through the glass doors, Kurt started to violently sob as he made a beeline for his car.

Kurt woke with a start from his memory dream. The clock on his nightstand read 3:15 and the dorm was shrouded in shadow save for the pale blue moonlight that was spilling in through the window and cutting past the transparent curtains.

He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes as the images flashed through his mind. Seeing Sebastian that morning had set the painful memories in motion again and it was all Kurt could do to keep himself from crying out in agony.

He slid his feet into the pair of fluffy slippers he kept at the foot of his bed and shuffled over to the window. He threw the curtains back and opened the glass, letting the cool evening air into the stuffy room and allowing the breeze to caress his face.

The low hum of light, distant traffic filled him with a sense of comfort as he leaned his head against the window frame. He gazed up at the full moon hanging low in the sky and was once again reminiscing of the nights when he and Blaine would go on late-night drives and bask in its celestial glow.

The milky orb became a blur in Kurt's vision as the tears flowed freely. "Damn it, Blaine." he whispered as he softly started to cry. He pounded his fist against the window pane, so hard in fact, that it started bleeding. He was oblivious to it. "GOD DAMN IT!" His face collapsed in his arms and he wept violently.

He didn't understand. If college was supposed to be a new beginning, then why was he still so haunted by his past?

Far below in the shady alcove hidden beneath tall elm trees, Sebastian had stopped on his bicycle and watched as he saw Kurt leaning out the window of his fourth-story dorm. He appeared to be crying and the sight made Sebastian's heart sink even more with guilt. Shaking his head forlornly, he pedaled off into the night.

Kurt's first week at Yale went pretty well after that excruciating first day. He loved all of his classes, especially his Costume Design for the Theatre course, (he had declared himself a theatre major with an emphasis on costume design when he had first applied.) His instructor for the class, Lola Davies, was an industry professional with a keen eye for fashion and detail. Kurt was quite impressed.

As an aside, he was also thrilled because he had not seen hide nor hair of Sebastian since that dreadful day. He hoped and prayed that he'd never have the misfortune of doing that again and vowed to avoid recreating it at all costs.

A week-and-a-half later on a warm Wednesday afternoon, Kurt was on his way to the rehearsal of a student-directed play. He, along with a few of his peers, had been selected to design costumes for the show, and he was incredibly excited to see what creativity would come from it.

He smiled as he hurriedly walked along a sunny, open pathway adjacent the School of Music. Just then, he heard his name being called from some distance behind him.

"Kurt! Hey, Kurt!"

The young man spun around and his heart almost stopped when he recognized the familiar figure on his bicycle. It was Sebastian. Why the hell can't he leave me alone? Kurt was fuming. The boy was wearing the same black horn-rimmed glasses but had chosen a red and blue striped v-neck t-shirt and slim-fitting jeans which he'd cuffed up, revealing a bit of ankle. He wore black boating shoes without socks.

Kurt scowled at the oncoming figure. "I've absolutely nothing to say to you! Of course I could say something particularly nasty, but I have morals and scruples." He stormed off.

"No, wait!" Sebastian rode ahead of Kurt on the bike and skidded to a halt in front of him, blocking his path.

"What is your problem?" Kurt was furious. He wasn't afraid of creating a scene.

"I just wanted to apologize for the other day," Sebastian said as he dismounted the bicycle. "I didn't mean to make you upset."

Kurt chuckled sarcastically. "Oh, you did way more than that to piss me off." He walked around the parked bicycle and stormed off. "Just stay the hell out of my life."

But Sebastian wouldn't have it. "No, please Kurt. Don't go! Just hear me out for a second."

"No!" Kurt stopped mid-stride and spoke in a harsh tone. "Why should I listen to anything you say? I lost the love of my life thanks to you! And now you expect me to sit here and endure conversation with you? I think your actions have spoken considerably louder than your words." He shook his head in disgust as he proceeded down the pathway.

The sound of Sebastian's voice cracked through the thick, tense air with as much resonance as a gunshot. "I lost him too…"

Kurt froze in his tracks. He felt his heart rate increase rapidly. Slowly, he turned to face the frazzled young man. "What?"

Sebastian shook his head and walked over to where Kurt had stopped. "Look, just give me a chance to explain everything. I promise, I'll get out of your hair after that. You'll never have to put up with me again, but please just allow me to clear my conscience."

Kurt stood there and folded his arms as if in defiance, doing his best to read Sebastian's face. "Alright, fine," he said with a nod. He didn't know why he was putting his trust in the boy who had been such a low-down liar at one time, but something said that he was being completely truthful and honest.

"Thank you," Sebastian said with a small smile. He consulted his wristwatch. "Listen, I've got class right now. Meet me at Koffee over on Audubon Street tonight at 7:30. I'll explain everything then. I owe you that much."

Kurt gave an affirmative nod, not saying a word. Sebastian hopped back onto his bicycle and sped away, leaving Kurt to ponder all that had just taken place.

Approach with extreme caution, he told didn't know if putting his trust in Sebastian was such a good idea, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

To be continued…