A/N: You were all amazing with reviews for the last chapter, just like I asked, so here's the next update for you! A special thank-you to anderpson and guest reviewer Becca for coming back to review after every chapter, and another thank-you to everyone who's given me feedback, because it really keeps me going. Enjoy the next chapter!

Sebastian

"Take a left, it's that building up ahead," Blaine instructed, pointing Kurt to the apartment complex he and Sebastian had once shared. Night was settling over New York City, the streetlights just coming on, the rain-slick streets washed over with the reflections from glowing neon lights.

Kurt pulled into the lot of the apartment and parked the car, flicking the windshield wipers off and leaning back into his seat. When Blaine didn't get out right away, Kurt looked over at him expectantly, eyebrows arched, and was surprised to see Blaine rubbing the back of his neck in what was clearly an anxious gesture. Kurt remembered that, while this was a game to him, a way to put off asking the hard questions, this was difficult for Blaine - after all, it was his life of only a couple days ago.

"I'm going," Blaine said, clearly having felt Kurt's eyes on him even though Blaine's head was tipped away, looking out the passenger window without really seeing anything.

"It's okay, take your time." This, apparently, was not what Blaine had wanted to hear, because he made a sharp, impatient gesture with his hand and got out of the car. Kurt couldn't resist a smile as he remembered how effectively Blaine could always be spurred by annoyance - to box, to sing, to act - anything.

"You're not coming?" Blaine asked, standing with his door still open, peering in.

"Do you want me to? I didn't think it was my place…"

"Probably not," Blaine agreed, looking faintly disappointed and glancing at the ground.

"Who cares, though, right?" Kurt amended quickly, hating the way Blaine's lips turned down almost imperceptibly and the slight crease that appeared between his thick eyebrows. "I'll come; you're going to need help carrying your stuff out, anyway."

Blaine nodded and started walking briskly towards the apartment entrance before Kurt could quite catch up. Kurt gave him a bit of a lead, somehow knowing that the moment was too personal, too private, to encroach on.

"We're here," Blaine said finally, arriving outside one of the rooms, not quite looking at Kurt, his eyes instead on the "451" printed at the top of Sebastian's door.

Kurt nodded, not sure if Blaine even saw, and took a few steps back, standing where he could see Blaine but could not see or be seen by anyone inside the apartment.

Blaine took a deep breath and rapped twice, softly, on the door. The was a muffled call from within, and a moment later Sebastian opened the door, a suave welcome dying on his lips as he said shortly, "Oh, you're back."

"Yeah."

Kurt was shocked at how rough Blaine's voice sounded when directed at Sebastian, so much more hostile and angry than Kurt had ever heard him. Angrier than when he'd shown up unannounced the other night, when he'd performed "It's Not Right" so long ago, even when he'd stormed off, drunk and furious, in the parking lot of Scandals after Kurt had refused to be seduced.

"Are you here to beg for me back?" Sebastian asked, and Kurt didn't have to be in Sebastian's line of sight to know the sneer that would accompany the scathing question. Blaine bit his lip, appearing hurt, and Kurt realized that Blaine probably wasn't as familiar with this snide, biting version of Sebastian as he was.

"No, I'm back for my things." Kurt saw a pale, long-fingered hand appear on the edge of the door frame, blocking it, and Blaine sighed. "You're not going to let me in?" he asked.

Kurt had to bite his own lip to keep his seething resentment toward Sebastian silent as he imagined Sebastian's pale, pointed face gazing complacently out at Blaine as he blocked the doorway with his arms.

"You gave me your key. You didn't want anything to do with me."

"I still don't," Blaine said, his voice seeming to shake with the effort it took to keep it within a relatively calm range. "I want to get my stuff so I can leave you behind and forget we ever happened."

"I don't owe you anything." And now Sebastian's voice matched Blaine's in resentment, though Sebastian's was quieter and better repressed and far more deadly.

Insecurity flickered through Blaine's body at this, rippling through his entire stature and taking a toll on it. Kurt stopped biting his tongue and snapped, "Oh, just let him in, Sebastian."

Sebastian's head peered around the doorway and his smirk widened just barely when he caught sight of Kurt. "So you brought your little boyfriend along," Sebastian said slowly, turning to face Blaine again, letting the words linger, vindictive and smug, on his lips. "And you accused me of cheating." Sebastian allowed the twist of his lips to grow just the slightest bit further, the light in his eyes growing triumphant. "Who would have guessed."

Kurt's brow furrowed as he remembered the lack of trust that had been the source of almost every argument he and Blaine had ever had. Evidently it was not a problem that had ended along with their relationship.

"Come on, Kurt, don't be shy," Sebastian was continuing, gesturing Kurt closer. "You've never been one to hold anything back."

"One thing we have in common, I guess," Kurt said coolly, crossing his arms and moving to stand next to Blaine.

"I'd like to think there's not much we have in common," Sebastian shot back, his chin lifting just a bit in self-righteousness.

"Would you look at that. There's something we agree on, too."

"Blaine couldn't come on his own? Needed to bring his keeper with him?" Sebastian asked, Blaine's actual presence there seeming to have been forgotten by both men as he stood off to the side and watched the exchange with helpless, defeated eyes.

"I'm not his keeper. I'm going to help him bring his stuff out as soon as you get out of the doorway."

"Right," Sebastian said wickedly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You're not his handler. You're his porter. And I always thought you couldn't sink lower than waiting tables at the Lima Bean."

Kurt gave a brief, humorless laugh and then craned his neck to gaze past Sebastian's shoulder into the apartment. It was sleek and pale and white, no hint of the warm colors and homey trinkets that Blaine had liked to spread around his room in Westerville. Kurt would never have guessed that, only a few days ago, the apartment had been Blaine's home as well.

"Look who's not shy anymore," Sebastian observed. "Blaine might have a reason to be here, but you don't." As he spoke, Sebastian moved one of his arms aside from where it had been braced against the doorframe, creating the space for one person to file through. He jerked his head at Blaine and Kurt watched him step through into the apartment.

"Is Blaine moving in with you now?" Sebastian asked, placing his hand back up against the doorway. "I guess it's lucky for him that the dating pool in New York is basically inexhaustible."

Kurt was inexplicably annoyed by this remark, and then even more so put out by it when he realized that he'd made identical accusations to Blaine's face just the previous night. "Blaine's not incapable of supporting himself, you know," he said snarkily, as if he wasn't just echoing the words Blaine had said to him.

"And yet you didn't answer my question," Sebastian observed with a small, satisfied smile.

"It's not any of your business, but no, Blaine's not moving in with me." Kurt said, recalling Blaine reminding him before dinner that he didn't live there.

"Right. So you just mysteriously showed up with him."

"We're friends," Kurt said indignantly. "I can show up with him wherever I want."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Friends don't dump each other and then ignore them for the next six years."

"I didn't-" Kurt began to protest automatically, but then he stopped short, in amazement that Sebastian had produced this oddly human, shocking truth, struck by the fact that that was indeed exactly what he'd done to Blaine.

"Did Blaine tell you that?"

"He didn't have to. You weren't the one left around to watch him pick up the pieces."

There were pieces? Kurt was still floundering to find a suitable response when Blaine emerged from the apartment with a box of clothes. "Can you take these?" he asked, holding the box out to Kurt but not quite looking at him.

"Sure." Kurt's voice was gentler with no effort to soften it.

When Kurt returned from the trip to the car, Sebastian was still waiting by the door and Blaine had already disappeared back into the bedroom of the apartment. "You're no better than me," Kurt hissed at Sebastian.

"What?" Sebastian seemed genuinely taken aback.

"You dumped him, too. So you can drop the holier-than-thou act, because you don't fool anybody."

"Blaine ended it with us. He didn't tell you that?

"Yeah, he did, but you clearly must have done something wrong."

"Oh, is that right? So what did Blaine do wrong when you dumped him?"

Kurt opened and shut his mouth, astounded. Sebastian's ever-present smirk widened, and before Kurt could think of something to say that would wipe the smug expression off Sebastian's face, Blaine showed up, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a box under each arm. "There's another box in my - I mean, in the room. Can you get it?"

Kurt started to step over the threshold to retrieve the box, but Sebastian beat him to, disappearing quickly into the bedroom and carrying the box out to Kurt's car, Kurt trailing behind, feeling decidedly out of place.

Blaine stood outside the passenger door, even though it was unlocked, shuffling his feet uncertainly and looking uncomfortably at Sebastian. Kurt glanced between the two and slid into the driver's seat to wait, watching discreetly in the rearview mirror as Blaine stepped over to Sebastian.

"Goodbye," Kurt heard him say quietly, the anger from before having melted away.

Sebastian smiled by way of response, a softer smile than the mocking, contrived one that Kurt had always received. Kurt watched as Sebastian reached his arms out halfway, as if for a hug, stopping when Blaine stepped back.

"Don't make this worse than it has to be," Blaine said, voice low. "I'm done."

"I'm sorry."

A brief, bitter smile flitted across Blaine's features. "Don't lie to me. Don't you think we've done enough of that?"

"But I-"

"I know." Kurt could hardly hear Blaine now, but the faint words drifted in through the car's open windows along with the smell of pavement drying after the rainstorm. "You're sorry for how things turned out."

Sebastian nodded.

"I needed you to be sorry for what you did, not the consequences of it." Blaine turned away toward the car before Sebastian could answer and slipped in next to Kurt without looking at him. Kurt watched carefully as Blaine sighed and buried his face in his hands, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubbing tiredly. "Can we go now?" He sounded like a child.

"Yeah," Kurt answered, swallowing all the questions Sebastian had left him with and shifting the car into drive, for Blaine's sake. "We can do that."

A/N: This was my first time writing Sebastian's character, so I hope it turned out okay. I don't have the next chapter ready this time, so I can't make any promises of when the next update will be coming, but can we try for another 5 or 6 reviews anyway? *greedy writer* Thanks for reading!