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Chapter 7 :

Sebastian didn't know how many drinks he'd had. He just knew it wasn't enough for the bartender to cut him off. "Jack!" Sebastian called out to the large man. "Did all that wax you've got stuffed in your ear impair your hearing? I said get me another fucking beer!"

"I heard you loud and clear the first three times, Smythe." The man said, leaning over the counter and fixing Sebastian with a firm stare. "But there's no way I'm letting you drink another sip of alcohol tonight. You're one second away from puking on my bar."

"You have no idea what I'm going through." Sebastian said, brining his fist donwn on the wooden countertop. "I need. A. Fucking. Drink."

"Give me your phone," Jack said, holding out a hand.

"Why?" Sebastian asked but he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone anyway.

"I'm calling Blaine," Jack said, taking the phone from his hand. "He'll take you home."

"You know me too well." Sebastian grumbled. "I've gotta find another bar."

"You'll be coming back in two days." Jack said with a grin. "No one can put up with your demanding little ass like I do. Well, except for Kurt."

Sebastian huffed. "Yeah. Kurt."

Jack turned his back for a few seconds while he spoke to Blaine.

Sebastian stared at his hands during the conversation, hoping Blaine would be caught up in something else to come and pick him up. He didn't want to see Blaine, he didn't want to go back to his apartment. He didn't need anyone looking after him.

"I just need another fucking beer." He said, looking up at Jack with pleading eyes. "Just get me. Another. Beer."

"Not happening tonight," Jack said, setting Sebastian's phone onto the counter between them. "Blaine'll be ten minutes."

"I'm going to sue you," Sebastian said darkly.

"You don't scare me, Smythe."

Blaine arrived in the next three minutes much to Sebastian's dismay. His hair was blown wild by the wind and the tip of his nose was red but he caught sight of Sebastian and sighed in relief. "Oh my god, what the hell Seb?" he said, taking the empty stool next to him. "I tried calling you a million times. Why would you turn off your phone?"

"Maybe because I didn't want to talk to you or to anybody for that matter?" Sebastian asked.

Blaine looked at Jack. "How much has he had?"

"Enough," Jack replied.

Blaine gripped Sebastian's arm and tried to pull him to his feet. "C'mon."

"Don't touch me!" Sebastian said, yanking his arm out of Blaine's grip. He was suddenly reminded of Kurt saying the same words to him not four hours ago – wow, four hours. Had it been that long? "Just – leave me alone." Sebastian said, dropping his head down to his hands.
Jack had moved down the bar to attend to other customers, Blaine was silent beside him for a moment before he said "This isn't the way to deal with things, Seb."

"Really?" Sebastian turned his head to look at Blaine with bloodshot eyes wet with tears. "You're going to tell me the best way to deal with this? You have no idea Blaine, okay? No. Idea."

"Probably not," Blaine said. "But I know enough to tell you that getting drunk isn't going to help anyone."

"He wants a divorce," Sebastian said in a quiet voice. "He wants a fucking divorce."

Blaine's lips parted in shock and his eyes widened. "W-what? He said that?"

Sebastian nodded, a bitter smile on his lips. "He said there was no way we would ever work out and that it was – it was the only solution, god." Sebastian looked away again and jerked his shoulder away from Blaine's touch when he tried to wrap his arm around him. "Seven fucking years together and he gives up on us just like that."

"He's - confused. Probably scared and overwhelmed." Blaine said slowly. "But he loves you and you know it, even if he doesn't."

"Why couldn't he have forgotten me completely?" Sebastian said with a frustrated huff. "Or remembered just one more year? Why does the universe have to be so fucking cruel?" He huffed and pulled back to look down at the wedding band on his finger. "I wish it had been me." he said in such a low voice, it was barely above a whisper.

"Sebastian..."

"No, seriously." Sebastian said, looking at Blaine with wide, earnest eyes. "It would have been so much easier. Kurt could have made me fall back in love with him in seconds and -"

"And you would have ran in the other direction as fast as you could, scared shitless." Blaine said with a fond smile. "Trust me. Sebastian Smythe would never takes the news of being a married man well without every square inch of memory in why he got to the point in his head. You would have been a nightmare. I was at your wedding, remember? I've got proof of how easily you freak out."

Sebastian didn't know whether to laugh or smile so he just stared at Blaine until the other boy stood up and took him by the arm again. "Let's get you home," he said. This time, Sebastian followed.

Blaine left him at the foot of the building because Sebastian insisted that he was fine. He'd had the sense to take his keys before he left but standing outside his apartment, he suddenly felt bashful. He shouldn't have walked out like that, at least not on Burt. Hoping he didn't look as drunk as he felt, he slowly swung open the front door and stepped inside.

The apartment was silent and the lights were off except for a lamp in the lounge. Sebastian moved to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He didn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps and almost dropped the glass in his hands when he heard Kurt's voice from behind him.

"You're back."

He turned around, dreading the expression on Kurt's face but all he saw was him looking incredibly tired. "Yeah. I uh – I went...out." Sebastian said, his words slurring a little. He pressed a hand to his forehead, cool from touching the glass.

"Are you drunk?" Kurt asked, a crease forming between his brows.

This was not how Sebastian wanted to have his first proper conversation with Kurt after the events of the evening. He didn't want Kurt to see him like this. "No," he lied, taking a shaky step forward. He slipped and grabbed the fridge for support, feeling his face start to burn.

"I know what I said before might have been harsh," Kurt said.

"Did you mean it?" Sebastian asked, punctuating his question with a hiccough. "Do you want – are we going to have to get a divorce?"

Please say no, please say no...

Kurt sighed. "I know this is hard for you too but you gotta see this from my perspective here." he said, shaking his head. "All you are for me at the moment is the boy who tried to break up me and my boyfriend, consistently made sissyphobic comments about me who and nearly blinded Blaine with a rock salt slushie that was actually meant for me. All of that may be in the past for you but it's as clear in my head as if it had happened yesterday. How can you expect me to overlook everything?"

"Kurt," Sebastian said, taking a few shaky steps towards the boy.

"Just give me a chance, please. Tell me what you want me to do, I'll do anything. Tell me how to fix this, tell me how to fix you -"

"I'm not broken," Kurt said in a wet voice, struggling to remain steady.

Sebastian saw tears had sprung to Kurt's eyes and he panicked. "No, no. Of course you're not, baby -" he started, making a move to reach out to him. Kurt took a step back, looking uncomfortable and Sebastian wanted to bang his head on the wall for his slip. "I am trying," Sebastian said in a broken voice, his fist curling around thin air where he had reached for Kurt. "I am, Kurt."

"By getting drunk?"

Sebastian swallowed. "I told you we're married and the first thing you asked for is a divorce," he said in a broken voice. "How do you think I felt?"

"I'm sorry." Kurt said, his voice low and sincere. "I really am. But - we can't go back to what we were. I just, I can't -" he broke off and looked away as if Sebastian's face was causing him too much pain.

Was this it then? Sebastian thought. Was this the end? He felt the realization crashing down on him and the weight of it almost made him collapse to the ground. He didn't stop the tears when they started sliding down his cheeks but reached inside his pocket, fingers closing around Kurt's wedding band. Closing the last few steps of distance between them, he stopped in front of Kurt and held out the platinum band for him.

"W-what's this?" Kurt asked, looking from his outstretched hand to his face with a confused frown.

"Your wedding band." Sebastian said. "We'd decided that if we ever – if – we both agreed we'd take get to keep our wedding bands and then – I don't know, sell them? It was never really supposed to be an option. Just a joke."

"Sebastian -"

"Take it Kurt," he said, voice hoarse. "Just please, don't make this harder."

Kurt took the ring, his fingers brushing Sebastian's palm. Before he could stop himself, Sebastian was surging forward and pressing his lips to Kurt's forehead, not caring about how he stiffened under the touch. He kept his lips, wet with his tears pressed against Kurt's hot skin, every piece of him breaking until he finally found enough strength to move away.

He didn't look back at Kurt as he brushed past him but he stopped in his tracks when Kurt spoke up. His voice barely a whisper as he said, "I don't want a divorce."

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