I was just driving into the airport's parking lot when all these images started to flow through my mind. I was with him and he screamed and then hugged me and we danced at our parent's wedding and he sang Lady Gaga with me in the car and we were laughing and he was defending me about Blaine. He was upset about us not getting into our dream colleges and then he was talking to me and then giving me the ticket for New York and then he surprised me for my birthday.

My vision blurred when I remembered him last week, we had gone for coffee and I had to sneak out of my window because he didn't want Rachel to know he was there. We looked so happy in that memory. He was dressed up for his wedding, the wedding that would never happen, imagining a future that would never be his. I shut my eyes closed but even I couldn't block the memories out. It was overwhelming me, like I was trying to breathe under water.

I lost hold of the wheel completely and hit a car, and in those two seconds between I saw it coming and it happened I pressed the brakes as hard as I could, but I still hit it.

Funny thing to keep in mind next time? When memories take over your attention and make you feel like your lungs are drowning you can't concentrate so much into the driving part, stop the car.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hear the other driver yell at me as he checked the damage. I wasn't watching directly at him, I was grateful the images had disappeared in my head. The other driver knocked on my window, and I looked up. "Oh you gotta be kidding me."

And as my life is a bed filled with roses and white feathers, Sebastian was standing there perfectly composed. Oh thanks universe. "I believe the word you are looking for is Hello." I said as I rolled down the window.

"Wanted to be noticed Hummel?"

I didn't know if I wanted to laugh at the bizarreness of it all or cry because everything that could have gone wrong had been. I went with irony for the moment. "More like I wanted to wreck you, but I'm willing to say I failed."

"Yeah, badly. You broke my two lights and the back is dented but Fiero will survive, on the other hand," He said eyeing my front "yours looks pretty bad."

"First that you called your car Fiero is creepy and second I don't care. I'm leaving my car here and I have no plans on coming back anytime soon."

"Of course." Sebastian tilted his head back, and I could have sworn he cursed someone under his breath before looking right through me. "I'm not letting you go until I'm sure my car will be repaired by your insurance."

"I seriously couldn't care less about it," because I didn't. I would have given him my car if that had guaranteed me that I could take the first plane to New York.

"Unfortunately I do, so as I can't call the insurance company at 7 in the freaking morning and with the therefore mention time and no caffeine in my system I can't stand your high pitched voice I think I'll benefit from the inside of a coffee shop."

So he said that, and I said go and then he said I should go with him, and I said no because his face gave me morning sickness and he asked me if I was pregnant and I said fuck off and then said he needed my insurance I-don't-know-what and I said I didn't care. Then we argued some more because I just wanted to get a ticket out of there not to drink some dreadful coffee with him, but at the end he dragged me to this inside café, that wasn't so dreadful and smelled like a bakery and brought two large lattes.

"I asked for yours with extra caffeine because you look like dead impersonated."

For the first time I recalled I was wearing some jeans and an extra big grey hoodie that had once belong to, oh shit, Finn, and that I must have my hair all messed up because I haven't seen a mirror in like twenty four hours and that I just had a near meltdown in my car, and I might have felt slightly embarrassed.

"Calm down, it's not fashion week." Sebastian sipped his drink ever so casually I practically laughed. "Plus, you look better when you don't try THAT hard, almost like a boy."

"One day." I said matter-of-factly "You will fall for a guy hard enough not to notice he wears the same clothes as your sister, and that day please, please, remember me and try to picture how I'll be laughing?"

"Done." Sebastian raised his coffee mug in promise, it occurred to me that he wasn't planning on falling for anything that wasn't his reflection in the next fifty years and he was more than proud about it. "What are you doing with that?"

I glared at him, feeling self-conscious even though I wasn't doing anything but arranging the sugars all facing up. It's not bad, it just bothers me at sight when they are randomly organized on the table but still when he caught me doing it, I felt uncomfortable. "Building a Lego house?"

"Good, we can knock it down then." He took the sugars from me and threw them at the near table.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I can." He smirked, and I tried to remember why had I come into good terms with the guy. Not one come to mind.

"Look, I understand you want to make sure your, god save me, Fiero will be repaired by my insurance but I, honestly, don't have time to do this, I need to go."

Sebastian lowered his mug, his expression suddenly humourless. "No, you don't."

"What? Yes, I do. I should have gone already"

"No. Get it, you feel like running away and whatever but I'm not gonna let you."

I scoffed for the sake of my self. "Excuse me, you are not letting me?"

"Kurt, your life, and specially yours, is not any of my business and I wouldn't think in stopping you in another circumstances, but trust me, I know what is going on with you and no, you can't run away."

"No, you listen to me." I stood up, infuriated. "You can't tell me what to do, not now, not ever., I'm a grown person who can make his own decisions. And I'm not running away."

"Okay. Your call, but you are not flying to New York today."

"Try to stop me." I was leaving when he grabbed my arm and spun me around, he had that arrogant smirk on his face like he knew better.

"Actually." He paused, smirked again, and continued. "I can."

"No, you can't"

"Yes I can."

"No you-"

"This is stupid." He cut me off. "Yes I can, even if I had to drag you out of here."

I was starting to feel sick, this were just a nightmare, wasn't it? Because it certainly felt like one. "What?"

"What you heard."

"I have no idea why are you doing this, but I can't deal with you. I need to go. I really need to, okay?"

"I'm doing this because your boyfriend called me at three a.m. asking for help."

I hated myself a little more for hitting his car, I mean from the hundred cars parked here I had to bump his, didn't I? "Friend, not boyfriend, and I don't care and neither do you, just pretend you didn't see me and let me go."

"No."

He had my arm still held tightly which was starting to hurt, so I set it free and when he noticed I wasn't about to run away he lowered his. "I'm not going back home."

"I know." He made a long pause, as he was trying to find the right words. "I know you aren't. That's why I came here."

"You can't just force me to come back"

"No. But I might be willing to make a deal with you."

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