Don't You Remember Chapter 2, a glee fanfic

Chapter 2 :

Burt came out after a while and told Blaine that Kurt was asking if he was around again. Blaine gave Sebastian another guilty look (he was starting to get really irritated by them) before he left. Sebastian didn't miss the way his steps were brisk, impatient to see his best friend. If Sebastian hadn't been forced to stay in the waiting room with a cup of the hospital's cheap coffee, he would have smiled at him, teased him until Blaine blushed and told him to shut up.

"How's he doing?" Sebastian asked as Burt sat down beside him. He looked tired, his stubble flecked with specks of white and his eyes watery either from crying or lack of sleep.

"He's fine, still a little woozy from the meds. Had a lot of questions. Told him I would answer all of them once the doctor finished their stupid tests."

"Did he ask about me?" Sebastian asked in a hopeful voice.

Burt gave him a sympathetic look. "He asked me if you two becoming friends was the weirdest thing to happen to him in ten years."

Sebastian smiled a little, "What did you say?"

"No," Burt said with a small grin. "Wait till he finds out you're married."

Sebastian's shoulders slumped and he put his head in his hands. "I can't believe he doesn't remember."

"I gotta give it to you, you're handling this better than I would under the same circumstances." Burt said. "I can't imagine how badly you must want to be with him right now."

Sebastian was quiet for a moment. He was right; nobody could imagine the pain Sebastian was going through. It was nothing short of torture watching how people Kurt had worked with for barely six months got to see him while Sebastian was forced to sit in the waiting room because he couldn't confuse Kurt with their 'friendship' while he was still coming to terms with his current situation.

"Break things down slowly," Doctor Hendricks had said. "Preferably have someone he trusts answer his question," she had looked at Sebastian with a smile at the words. A smile that Sebastian hadn't returned because the last person Kurt had trusted at eighteen had been him. Doctor Hendricks knew Sebastian was Kurt's husband, she didn't know that he had also been the one person Kurt had hated with a fierce passion at one point in his life. The same point he was stuck in at the moment. All she was concerned with was that they didn't freak Kurt out with the news that he was married when really, it was more the fact that he was married to Sebastian that would freak him out more than anything.

"Sebastian?" Burt laid a hand on Sebastian's back like Blaine had and Sebastian sat up, unable to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks when he looked at his father in law.

"He's my husband, Burt. I was the one they called after the accident, I was the one who held his hand every night and begged him to come back to me. I should be the one he asks for not -" Not Blaine. Sebastian took a shuddering breath. "I feel like I saw him more when he was unconscious."

Sebastian felt guilt wash through him in waves when a voice in his head said that he would rather have Kurt unconscious if that meant he got to see him again, touch him again, whisper everything he would only ever tell Kurt.

"How's he doing?" Sebastian asked as Burt sat down beside him. He looked tired, his stubble flecked with specks of white and his eyes watery either from crying or lack of sleep.

"He's fine, still a little woozy from the meds. Had a lot of questions. Told him I would answer all of them once the doctor finished their stupid tests."

"Did he ask about me?" Sebastian asked in a hopeful voice.

Burt gave him a sympathetic look. "He asked me if you two becoming friends was the weirdest thing to happen to him in ten years."

Sebastian smiled a little, "What did you say?"

"No," Burt said with a small grin. "Wait till he finds out you're married."

Sebastian's shoulders slumped and he put his head in his hands. "I can't believe he doesn't remember."

"I gotta give it to you, you're handling this better than I would under the same circumstances." Burt said. "I can't imagine how badly you must want to be with him right now."

"Sebastian?" Burt laid a hand on Sebastian's back like Blaine had and Sebastian sat up, unable to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks when he looked at his father in law.

Blaine came out of Kurt's room fifteen minutes before the visiting hours ended. "Come on," he said to Sebastian. "I'm taking you home."

"What? No. I'm family. I'm staying."

"Sebastian, you're exhausted and -" Blaine hesitated.

"And Kurt couldn't care less if I stayed, right?" Sebastian asked in a bitter voice. "So might as well go home and have a good night's sleep while my husband goes on believing that I'm still the jerk I was in high school who just happens to be a friend now."

Blaine sighed and sat down next to Sebastian. "Burt's going to talk to him tonight," he said. "Once he's got the basics down, it'll be easier for him to process everything else."

"I know Blaine, I heard the doctor." Sebastian knew he was being kind of a bastard to Blaine right now but he couldn't bring himself to care. When he looked back up at Blaine and saw that there was only understanding in his gaze, he sighed. "I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I shouldn't -"

"You are absolutely mad if you think you have to apologize to me right now," Blaine said. "If you want to stay the night, I'm not going to stop you. But as your friend who loves and cares about you, I'm asking you to let me take you home. Stressing and exhausting yourself more than you already have isn't going to help you. Or Kurt."

Sebastian nodded. "You're right," he said. "I just wish I could see him one more time before we left." He looked at the doors leading down to Kurt's room with longing, missing the way Blaine smiled.

"You left your jacket in Kurt's room earlier," he said.

"I wasn't wearing a jacket." Sebastian said.

"You were." Blaine insisted. Sebastian frowned at him, irritation bubbling inside of him again at Blaine's smile. Why the hell was he smiling – oh.

"Oh," Sebastian said, eyes wide and a grin spreading across his face. "Blaine Anderson, I could kiss you right now."

Kurt was alone when Sebastian entered his room. He looked up expectantly when he entered but frowned when he saw it was Sebastian. "What are you still doing here?" he asked.

"I forgot my jacket," Sebastian said, looking around the room and spotting the jacket draped over the foot of Kurt's bed.

Kurt didn't seem to recall that Sebastian hadn't been wearing a jacket because he just said "Oh."

Sebastian moved towards the bed slowly, wanting to draw this out as long as he could. "Feeling any better?" he asked.

Kurt shrugged. "I feel fine. Tired but fine. They're not telling me anything." His mouth twisted the way it did when he was annoyed. Sebastian wanted to bundle him up in a hug that he reserved only for Kurt.

"What do you know so far?" he asked instead.

"I'm twenty eight, living in New York City and recovering from a car accident that left me in a coma for seven weeks and wiped out ten years from my memory."

"Wow. So much information. Are you sure you can handle all of it?" Sebastian asked, grinning when he saw Kurt roll his eyes in agreement.

"Every time I asked them something more specific they'd just say that I was pushing myself too hard. It's not like I'm any less pressured not knowing anything about my life."

"Well what do you want to know?" Sebastian asked. "Maybe I can help."
Kurt looked at him with a frown. "Don't you have to leave? Visiting hours have ended."

"I can spare a few minutes." Sebastian said.

"Well I definitely want to know how the hell we became friends. I'm still having a hard time believing that it's actually a possibility." Kurt said, shaking his head.

Sebastian smiled. "I'll tell you. But you can't push me for details. Deal?"

Kurt rolled his eyes but he was obviously desperate for any scrap of information because he said "Deal."

Sebastian sat down in the vacant chair and Kurt angled his body towards him, face expectant. "There was a coffee shop near my campus where I used to hang out," he started. "It was close to where you were interning at the time and we kept bumping into each other a lot."

"Seriously? A coffee shop?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow. "As if stalking me at the Lima Bean wasn't enough -"

"Hey, I was at this shop first." Sebastian said with a grin. "Anyway, you were new to the city and going through some trouble at the time."

"What trouble?"

"No pushing for details, remember?"

Kurt huffed. "Fine. But I have another question."

"Okay."

"When exactly did you stop being a jerk and why did we forgive you after what you did to Blaine?"

"I never stopped being a jerk; you just learned to love me despite it." Sebastian said without thinking. He caught himself when Kurt frowned, looking uncomfortable. "Um. I mean. I apologized, obviously. There were certain events that took place that made me re-evaluate a lot of things and yeah – we put the slushie incident behind us."

"It's not something you can just forget about." Kurt said, his face suddenly dark.

Sebastian felt his stomach churn at the turn of events. "I told you, I apologized."

"And we forgave you just like that?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It was a slow process but yes, you did. We weren't in touch during college and when you came to New York it was something like a fresh start for us. You never let me forget about the slushie though and we still insulted each other a lot but ... yeah."

Kurt looked confused. "Wait, you said I met you when I first came to New York but that we weren't in touch during college. Did I not go to college in New York?"

Sebastian hesitated. "Details," he said.

"No, you have to tell me!" Kurt said when Sebastian stood up. "Nobody is telling me anything!"

Sebastian looked down at him, his heart aching. "They'll tell you soon enough," he said.

Kurt crossed his arms and pressed his lips together, deep in thought.

Sebastian picked up the jacket from the foot of Kurt's bed and lingered for a moment longer, waiting for Kurt to say something. When he didn't, Sebastian sighed and started towards the door. He stopped and turned back to see Kurt staring at the ceiling.

"Goodnight Kurt," he said in a quiet voice.

Kurt didn't respond, just like he hadn't for every night the past seven weeks. Nothing new.