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The harsh autumn air is what snaps him out of it. Up until then it seemed so simple, made so much sense because Sebastian wanted him. Beautiful, powerful, petty Sebastian wanted him and it was so good to be wanted, to be desired by someone like him. But the chilled air seems to slap sense into him and he stops, Sebastian still clinging too tightly to his sleeve, "I can't."

Sebastian lets go of his shirt sleeve immediately, his arms folding around him as if he were covering up against the cold. Dave licks his lips and lets out a breath and waits until Sebastian nods to himself, "That's fine."

Dave notices how he doesn't seem all that drunk at all right now, "It's just that…"

He holds a hand up to silence him, "That's fine. Past my bedtime anyway. Good blind boys to bed by eight, right?"

"Seb just please liste…"

"Look," his voice was low and bitter and Dave wanted him to just listen to just let him explain, " I obviously need a ride back to my house but if you're going to keep trying to talk about it I'll just wait for a taxi to drive in from Columbus."

He takes a deep settling breath, tries to remember that his days of letting his frustrations out in anger are over and counts backwards from ten before he's able to speak again, "OK. I won't," he sighs, "I'll give you a ride."

The drive was as silent as promised. Every time Dave gathered the momentum to speak up, to try to gather his thoughts so he could explain to Sebastian why he couldn't (not now, not this way, not for all the wrong reasons) every single time he opened his mouth Sebastian seemed to sense it. He folded his arms or pulled them tighter around himself or shuffled into his seat or leaned his head against the window.

Sebastian didn't waste a second as Dave killed the engine, hopping out of the truck and making his way to his front door with stiff shoulders, the path up the driveway familiar to him.

Dave hopped out after him, slamming the door. He pressed his palms against the hood of the car and shouted as the other man pulled out his house keys, "Damn it Sebastian would you fucking listen to me for a second?"

Sebastian turned, facing the truck. Dave could see the white-knuckled grip of his hand on the cane, "I don't need this, alright? There's no big talk to be had, I'm not an idiot."

Dave's fist banged against the hood of his car as he walked towards Sebastian, "Why do you have to be such an asshole, you have no idea what I'm going to say."

"I don't want to fucking hear it!" he spun back towards the house and wrenched the door open with too much force," I get it, alright? I'd do the same thing if I were you. No one wants to play with broken toys."

Dave stood dumbfounded at the foot of the porch, his breathing hard as Sebastian walked into the house and slammed the door behind him.

He slid down against the door, throwing his cane as far as he could, listening as it clattered somewhere down the hall.

For a moment he didn't allow himself to think, pressed his palms tight over his face and sat in the perfect darkness and the newfound silence, feeling the familiar fear rising up inside of him. It could be like this forever; dark, silent, and alone.

He was a fool to think that Dave would want him, that anyone at all would ever want him again. He was a broken thing. He knew that he'd always been a body to look at and enjoy with a quick tongue to defend him. He knew his body was all he had and he'd allowed it to become useless. The sob that racks through his chest surprises him. He crumples where he sits, just behind the front door, his body shaking as realization sets in that he's absolutely completely alone.

He'd had such hopes that Dave cared for him and that he'd have a chance at seducing him that he'd sent Juanita off on an extended vacation. Go visit your daughter, he'd said, Dave and I will be fine. Dave and I. He was an idiot. He was a fucking idiot. There'd never been a Dave and I. There was never going to be anyone attached to his name because no one could so much as stand to be in the same room as him without being paid.

After a while he sat up, knees pulled into his chest, and tried to calm his breathing. He had to get up eventually, had to find the cane he couldn't move around without and put all those weeks of routines into practice. He had to start muddling through the rest of his miserable existence without breaking his neck at the foot of the stairs. And he would, he'd start. Just not yet. For now he'd sit here and wait for the rev of an engine he realized he hadn't yet heard, the one that would tell him Dave had driven off. That he was well and truly alone. An hour passed and he fought with himself, he fought against the urge to run out and make more of a pathetic fool of himself. He knew Dave was probably worried that he was stumbling around the house on his own, but he had nothing to worry about, Sebastian had no plans to move in the foreseeable future.

From the floor he reached up, his hand resting on the cool brass handle. His fingers wrapped around it and he wondered for a moment what he could possibly say, if he'd ignore it all or if he'd beg, but just as his wrist turned he heard the long awaited sound of gravel displaced by heavy wheels.

Kurt poured himself the fresh cup of coffee he'd been obliged to prepare when his sleep had been so rudely interrupted minutes ago, "Dave you can't just stay outside this guy's house all night."

Dave's voice was softly desperate, "I can't just leave him."

Kurt sighed as Blaine padded out of their room, passing a hand over his eyes and heading straight for the coffee. Kurt motioned at him to go back to sleep but Blaine sat across from him, "Dave gimme a sec," he pulled the phone away and patteted Blaine's hand, "Baby I'm sorry I woke you, go back to bed, it's fine."

Blaine shook his head, "Can't. Is Dave alright?"

"Not sure," he pressed the phone back to his ear, "Blaine wants to know if you're alright."

"I don't know."

"Well I don't think you are, Dave. You've been sitting in your car outside a guy's house for forty-five minutes and calling me having a fit at three in the morning. I really don't think you're alright at all. If the issue is he's your patient then why don't you stop working with him?"

"The issue is he wouldn't let me explain what the issue was," Dave's voice crackled over the phone, "he just went on and on about how no one wanted him and it just…"

Dave went quiet on the line and Blaine's raised eyebrow mirrored his concern, "It just what, Dave?"

After a moment Dave continued, his voice small, "It just felt like it wasn't about me at all. Like he just wanted someone to want him."

Kurt bit his lip and squeezed Blaine's hand, "Well you're not a someone, you're you. I think… this guy's probably messed up about losing his sight so you have to take that into account."

Blaine perked up at that and Kurt mouthed a silent "what" at him. Blaine motioned and Kurt excused himself from the phone call again.

Blaine's eyes were wide, "Am I totally off the loop or did Dave get involved with one of his patients."

"Yeah it's complicated."

Blaine looked alarmingly excited, "And you said this guy recently lost his sight?"

Kurt nodded, hand still pressed over the phone's mic.

Blaine's eyes went three sizes wider and he nodded at him as if Kurt were missing something disturbingly obvious, "Recently blind gay man in Lima, Ohio?"

Kurt blinked twice, things clicking slowly and impossibly together, "Oh shit. OH SHIT." He pressed his ear back to the phone, "Dave what's this guy's name again?"

"Sebastian," Dave's distant voice told him, "Sebastian Smythe."

A/N: Yeah that's right, I brought Klaine up in here. Yay or nay it in reviews!