Sebastian smiled as he watched his baby sleep from the doorway. Sometimes it was hard to believe that just four months ago, he and Kurt had been exchanging insults and fighting over every little thing. It had been like highschool all over again.
It was actually a tad weird how it happened. It had started out with him and Blaine. They had made up after graduation and everything was fine between them. They went to colleges near each other so they decided it would be smart to share an appartment. Every weekend, Blaine would drive to visit Kurt at NYADA (he was boarding) and Sebastian had the time to himself to work, or relax, or have sex with whoever.
Then Kurt found out.
Well, that would absolutely not do for the countertenor. Despite Sebastian's promises that he had no intentions of going after Blaine, Kurt refused to believe them. It led to a big fight between Sebastian and Blaine. They made up when Sebastian reluctantly allowed Kurt to come live with them.
Ever since the day he moved in, Kurt and Sebastian were like two territorial cats. Hissing and swatting at each other, casual insults as the walked past eachother in the hall. Though now that he recalled, Sebastian had been a lot more vicious.
He never noticed. Never realized how every insult he threw Kurt's way made a little nick in the boy's hard exterior. Never knew about the countless bills that Kurt was dealing with for school. He and Blaine came from wealthy families, they didn't know. He never was told that Burt was sick again, or that Kurt had lost his day job working at a designer store downtown. Not until the day Kurt came through the front door of the apartment with a stony expression, his hair a mess and his outfit disheveled. Sebastian had made his usual snarky comment, never expecting what happened next.
Kurt cried.
He'd never seen Kurt cry. Not when he broke his hand trying to help Blaine fix the car that one time, or even during Titanic. It had been the smallest little jab, too. But it had sent Kurt over the edge.
Sebastian's eyes had widened in surprise as he watched Kurt curl into a ball and sob into his knees on the floor.
He almost reached out to touch him, but quickly pulled away, as if Kurt was on fire. He called Blaine instead and watched awkwardly on the sidelines as the dark haired boy cuddled his weeping boyfriend. He sat there for an hour, cooing and rocking Kurt until he had cried himself to sleep before carrying him to bed.
"They told him he wasn't good enough." Was all Blaine had said when he returned to the living room.
Sebastian had frowned and for the first time, felt a pang of sympathy for the brunette. He'd never realized what kind of pressure Kurt was under. When Blaine told him about the job and his dad, he felt even worse until he wondered how Kurt hadn't exploded yet from the stress.
Then, Kurt wet the bed.
The stress had destroyed him mentally, and now it was attacking his body too. He managed to hide the wet sheets every night for weeks, though he couldn't hide his thinning body or bloodshot eyes. That is, until one night when Sebastian had caught him in the laundry room stuffing his soiled sheets into the machine. When the boy broke down crying in mortification, Sebastian realized that Kurt was slowly killing himself.