Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately. I wish I could own Chris Colfer as usual...and the Sebastian of my story. =]

A/N: So sorry for the long wait! School and work really sucks my energy away. When I do find free time, I just want to lounge about and do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

I shall warn you that there is more angst to come (especially in this chapter; the chapter's name kind of gives it away, huh?) before it gets better. No worries though, I intend to have Sebastian be happy...eventually. Stay tuned!~~~

Chapter 7: Emptiness

A light breeze hits Sebastian's face when he is led out of the bar by the hot guy. He doesn't even know his name nor does he care. The less he knows, the less what was going to happen will have meaning. When Sebastian's back hits the wall, the guy wastes no time. He presses his chest against Sebastian's, craning his neck to attack Sebastian's with wet, open kisses.

Sebastian feels like he needs this...to be wanted. Even if it wasn't by Kurt, the love of his life. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to rid the thoughts of his boyfriend. Or was it ex-boyfriend now? Sebastian has been ignorant long enough. Although he didn't want to admit it, Blaine was right. Despite his greatest efforts, he knew that he couldn't hold onto Kurt any longer. Trying to hold on for dear life when in actuality, he was just grasping at straws.

What was that saying again? If you love something, you should let it go?

Maybe it was time for Sebastian to let go.

"God, you're so hot," the guy says between kisses, his breath hot against Sebastian's neck. Sebastian merely tangles his fingers in the guy's hair in response, letting him kiss him with heated passion. The guy's hands soon roam lower down Sebastian's body, until his fingers grabbed the waistband of Sebastian's pants. Sebastian reflexively grabs hold of his wrists, stopping them in their tracks.

"Easy tiger," Sebastian huffs. "We're in public."

It was a lie. He didn't actually care they were making out in public. It would normally make it even hotter for Sebastian, the thrill and all. The problem was the man in front of him. Hot as he may be, Sebastian was just not into it like he thought he would be. Something was off. Honestly...it just felt wrong.

The dullness of his brown eyes. The fact that the guy was taller than him. The color and messiness of his hair. The feeling of his chapped lips on Sebastian's neck. How rough his hands felt on his skin. It was wrong because he wasn't Kurt.

The older man detaches his lips from Sebastian's pulse point hesitantly, moving his head back to look at Sebastian's face. "My place is just a few blocks down. We can continue the fun there," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"No thanks," Sebastian responded as he pushed the man off of himself. He turns his head to look down the block, scratching at his chest absently. "I'm not in the mood anymore. I think I'll just go for a walk."

Sebastian makes his way down the block, ignoring the man calling after him. He lets out a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, frustrated at the inner battle he was having in his head. What happened?

He fully intended on getting laid tonight to relieve stress but in the end he just couldn't. Not with the image of the perfect, angelic Kurt plastered in his mind. Kurt had changed him for the better. Hook-ups no longer seemed appealing as it once was. What he wanted was a relationship. He wanted Kurt and only Kurt.

Sebastian let out another frustrated sigh as he continued to walk back towards his condo.

When Sebastian finally made his way into the condo, he noticed a faint light. His eyes scanned the dark living room to see Kurt on the couch, sleeping peacefully. Was he waiting for me? The thought made his heart flutter at the possibility. Sebastian made his way to the couch and cautiously sat down next to the sleeping body, making sure not to wake him. The light from the moon was cascading itself through the window, illuminating Kurt's flawless face. It was truly breathtaking...

He couldn't help reaching forward to push the hairs that had fallen on Kurt's forehead away, causing his fingers to lightly graze Kurt's skin. It immediately sent shivers up and down his spine. Even after all this time, the feel of Kurt's skin could make his body react. Sebastian soon found himself leaning forward, gently placing a chaste kiss onto Kurt's forehead. This time...it felt right.

The contact caused Kurt to stir. He sat upright sluggishly, rubbing sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sebastian?"

"Yeah, it's me," he started. "What are you doing out here? Let's go to bed."

Sebastian started to get up until he felt a hand grab onto his arm, pulling him back down on the couch. He looked at the hand that was gripping his arm then back at Kurt's face. Green eyes met with piercing glasz eyes. Sebastian could feel himself get lost in those eyes but the sound of Kurt's whisper brought him back to the present.

"We need to talk."

Sebastian could feel the color drain from his face. How could one short, simple saying invoke such trepidation? He could feel his heart and body tensing, involuntarily bracing themselves for the blow that what was sure to come.

"After what happened earlier, I have been thinking and have talked to Rachel about it," Kurt began, gazing intensely into Sebastian's eyes. "It would be best if I move back to Bushwick...tonight."

Sebastian blinked once...twice, making sure he heard correctly. When he processed what Kurt was saying, tears immediately pooled in his eyes and cascaded down effortlessly. In the corner of Sebastian's eyes, he saw them. The packed suitcases that eluded his eyes before, next to the door. All ready to be moved...moved out of his life. He could hear something shattering. It definitely was his heart.

"Pl- please don't," Sebastian pleaded, his hand now gripping onto Kurt's. He felt pathetic that he had to beg but he couldn't help it. "Stay. Stay with me."

Sebastian watched as Kurt shook his head sadly, tears forming in his eyes. "Me being here isn't healthy for you. I see how hard you're trying to be okay with everything, holding onto the past for dear life and it's killing me inside. Its been three months Sebastian. I know I told you to be patient with me and I've tried so hard to remember. I want more than anything for me to remember you and our love...but it's time to let go."

The room is silent besides the sound of Sebastian's steady breathing.

Sebastian stared blankly at the ceiling as he lay on his back. His hair was a mess and his eyes were still puffy from crying the previous night. There were no more tears left for him to shed. He couldn't sleep, not with the void that was now in place of his heart. He just felt numb. Empty.

Luckily it was the weekend because that is how Sebastian stayed throughout. In bed, staring at the ceiling. No matter how tired he was, sleep escaped him. He had no strength to do anything so he just stayed put, burning a hole into the ceiling with his stare. He could hear the bustling sounds of cars and people outside his windows. It was New York afterall...always in motion. Whereas life went on ahead outside, Sebastian's life was at a standstill.

Eventually, Monday came around. Sebastian turned his head slightly, reading the clock on the wall. It was 6:30AM, thirty more minutes till he had to get up for work. The sound of his phone vibrating broke though the calm. When Sebastian finally looked at it, he saw several notices. Seven missed calls, twelve texts, and one voicemail from throughout the weekend. All of them were from Rachel except the voicemail. That was from Kurt.

He could feel his heart quicken as he waited for the voicemail to play. The sound of Kurt's voice, even though it was through a phone message, made Sebastian's heart skip a beat.

Hey Sebastian, it's Kurt. Rachel has been trying to contact you but you never answered. I'm starting to get worried. I know...I know how it can't be easy for you, after everything that has happened. Especially last night. When you're ready, I'll always be here to lend you my listening ears. Just please call me or Rachel back so we know you're okay. Please be okay. Bye, Sebastian.

Sebastian would automatically press "1" so he could hear the voice message over and over again without conscious effort. Kurt's voice. It was like a drug to him. Never seemingly getting enough. His alarm clock eventually rang, echoing through the bedroom, finally breaking him out of his trance. He had to get out of here. Out of this house. This life. Sebastian knew what he needed to do.

He straightened his tie and brushed his shirt down, smoothing out any crinkles. It was a rash decision but he needed to do something. He couldn't very well stay the way he was, wallowing in his sorrow. Over something...someone that he didn't have anymore. Over Kurt. His life here was empty. He needed to get out. He needed to breathe.

Sebastian knocked on his boss's door. When the stern voice was heard, allowing him to come through, he took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Mr. Rogers looked up from his place at his desk to meet his employee's eyes. "What may I do for you, Mr. Smythe?"

Sebastian took another deep breath, thinking his decision once over for the last time. His decision was final.

"I would like to take up that offer, sir. To work at the Californian branch for a year."

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter despite it being a bit sad...
Once again, I apologize for the long wait! Since I have TONS of free time now, I should be able to update sooner but I make no promises because life tends to throw me unexpected curveballs.

As always, reviews are lovely! :]