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"You okay?" Rachel materialized next to Kurt, Finn's figure looming over behind her.

"Perfectly," Kurt replied, smiling and clinked his glass with hers. "Oh, my, God." Kurt stared at the large group of people who had just entered the bar. Rachel and Finn both turned to look, and Rachel gasped.

"Kurt," Rachel whispered. "It's the West Side Story cast!" She looked back over her shoulder. "And the new Tony is with them!" Kurt continued to watch them as they all filled one of the larger booths on the other side of the bar. "Hey, you never told me what you found out about him!" Rachel turned to Kurt, pressing him for information.

Kurt watched the dark haired man as he laughed and drank and joked with his cast mates, still doubting whether he was the same boy Kurt used to know. "His name is Blaine Anderson." He swallowed hard. "He's been, erm… he's been in Les Miserables when he was eleven and he was Boq in Wicked for three years when he was seventeen. He disappeared for a while and then…" Kurt considered telling Rachel that Blaine had gone back to Ohio, but decided against it to save himself from the mass of complaints Rachel would make about how If only she'd gone back to visit her Dads, she could have met him. "Then he joined the West Side Story cast." He gazed at Blaine for a few seconds longer before glancing at the floor and then turning to Rachel. "That's all I know." He smiled weakly, but Rachel seemed satisfied by the information he had presented her with.

"Hey look!" Finn suddenly piped up, glancing away from the group of actors and looking further down the bar. "Isn't that the guy you were talking to, Kurt?"

Kurt looked down the bar to see Sebastian smiling at Puck as he ordered, the two men sharing a few light-hearted jokes. Kurt turned abruptly back to Rachel and Finn to avoid catching Sebastian's eye and took another sip of his champagne.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Rachel asked. "Aren't you going to talk to him or anything?" But Kurt shook his head. Sebastian was way out of Kurt's league; the chiselled jaw line, the dazzling green eyes and the perfectly dashing smile were all qualities of a man who was several leagues above Kurt. Rachel watched closely as Kurt glanced back over his shoulder, before turning back blushing bright red. She gasped.

"You fancy him!" She cheered, grinning widely. Kurt blushed even harder and sipped his drink again. He watched as Sebastian slowly made his way back over to the booth on the other side of the room, and as he gazed at him he found himself wondering what it would be like to touch him, like reaching over the rope at the museum to touch a painting by Da Vinci or Van Gogh. He thought about what it would be like to hold him, and be held by him in return, and imagined them snuggled together on a sofa watching some generic romantic comedy or another. He speculated what it what be like to kiss him, to feel his tender lips against his, to feel his hand running through his hair as he explored his mouth with his tongue.

All that stopped, however, when Sebastian reached the table and sat back down next to Blaine. He handed him one of the beers he had been carrying and they tapped the necks together, they each took a mouthful, their eyes constantly locked, and then kissed. The kiss was so passionate Kurt could feel the atmosphere change even on the other side of the room. All that he had imagined about Sebastian before, Blaine was now doing to him.

All three of Finn, Rachel and Kurt stared in shock as Blaine and Sebastian pulled away from each other, smiling broadly. Blaine turned to the rest of the cast as they cheered and whooped, but Sebastian gazed at him for a few seconds longer before turning back.

"Kurt, I-" Rachel started, but stopped mid-sentence as Kurt slowly rose from his chair and silently picked up his jacket. There was just so much information for him to process; he couldn't face talking to Sebastian or Blaine right now. And the champagne was starting to go to his head, making him feel light-headed and dizzy, the pounding bass of the music felt like it was a monster inside his head, pounding against his skull to get out.

"I think I'm gonna go home," He smiled weakly and waved half-heartedly as he turned to leave the bar. "I've had a bit too much to drink. You know how much of a lightweight I can be." He tried to joke, but he wasn't fooling anyone.

"Kurt, let me come with you-" Rachel stepped towards him, but he raised his hands and smiled.

"No, you stay out and celebrate," He instructed. "Puck, another bottle of champagne for these two." He called down the bar to Puck, who nodded and pulled out another bottle. "It's on me." Kurt smiled at Rachel and Finn as he pulled a plastic card out of his wallet and passed it over. He gave each of them a hug and reassured them that he was fine before tugging his jacket on and leaving the bar.


"Whoa, watch it!" Sebastian chuckled as Blaine nearly fell through the door to their apartment. He had an arm around Sebastian's neck, but was barely holding himself upright; Sebastian was keeping him up with the arm that was securely around his waist. Blaine giggled as he threw his keys in the direction of the kitchen table, but in his drunken state his aim was completely out. The keys grazed the edge of the nearest chair before clunking loudly against the wall and falling to the floor.

"I'm not… that, drunk." Blaine protested, turning to Sebastian and holding onto the lapels of his blazer as he gazed into his boyfriend's eyes. "I only had, four beers-"

"As well as six shots of I don't know what, three bottles of something else, oh, and that piña colada Santana bought you." Sebastian listed off the numerous alcoholic drinks Blaine had unwittingly consumed over the night as he lowered him gently onto their black leather sofa. Their apartment wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. It was relatively open-plan, the bedrooms and bathrooms being the only closed-off rooms.

"Oh, don't be such a killjoy, Seb," Blaine groaned as Sebastian gently pulled off his shoes. "You hardly ever go out and get drunk." He slurred slightly as Sebastian lifted him up again and gently walked him towards the bedroom.

"I'm sure you're right, Blaine." Sebastian sighed as he attempted to open their bedroom door as well as keeping Blaine from falling to the floor. He flicked the light switch and the room was flooded with light. Blaine grumbled and tried to cover his eyes, stumbling as Sebastian guided him to the bed and sat him down, allowing him to flop back onto the bed.

"Please, turn the light off, I beg you!" Blaine moaned into the duvet as he rolled onto his front, his eyes tightly shut. Sebastian put the bedside lamp on and directed its glare away from the bed before turning the main light off, and Blaine sighed loudly. "Thank you, Sebby, baby." He giggled as he rolled over onto his back again. He sat up and pulled Sebastian down onto the bed next to him by his blazer, the alcohol in his bloodstream fuelling his sudden turn to lust. He leant over Sebastian, his breathing heavy and reeking of alcohol, and kissed him roughly, but Sebastian pushed him off.

"Blaine, you need to go to bed or you'll feel terrible in the morning." He stood up and stepped away from the bed out of Blaine's lustful grasp.

"Are you going to help me get into my pyjamas?" Blaine queried, grinning like a fool and attempting to find the zipper on his trousers.

"No, I'm sure you'll be fine in what you're wearing." Sebastian walked to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers. "Come on, get in." Blaine did as he was told, slowly crawling over the bed and getting under the covers whilst purposely getting as close as he could to Sebastian. "Call me when you wake up," Sebastian whispered as he kissed Blaine's forehead. "And make sure you drink plenty of water, okay?"

"Where are you going?" Blaine looked up at him with big puppy eyes, confused.

"I'm going to sleep in the spare room," Sebastian replied, standing up. "You need to sleep off that insane amount of alcohol you've drunk. We can't have a hung-over Tony tomorrow night." He turned to leave, but Blaine grabbed his hand.

He looked up at Sebastian for a few seconds before mumbling, "I love you, Seb." Sebastian smiled at his boyfriend; even when he was completely rat-arsed drunk, Blaine still managed to be the most adorable person he had ever met.

"I love you too, Blaine." He leant down and, despite the strong smell of alcohol emanating from his boyfriend, kissed him tenderly before leaving the room, turning the bedside light off as he went. Blaine's eyelids drooped as he lowered his head, falling asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.


The walk home had been dark and lonely, but it had allowed Kurt to think over everything that he had learnt in the past few hours or so.

Firstly, Blaine was in New York. On Broadway. Performing just around the corner from where Kurt lived. He had grown up into a handsome young man, and despite their history of being best friends, Kurt felt himself developing deeper feelings for him. The more he thought about Blaine, the deeper the feelings got; Kurt felt like his heart was trying to escape from his chest and lead him to wherever Blaine was. But that led him onto his second point.

Blaine was gay, too, but he was dating the handsome stranger that Kurt knew only as Sebastian. Kurt had never expected in all his twenty-five years that Blaine would turn out gay. As children, and until tonight, Kurt would always imagine Blaine in family photos, smiling proudly with a beautiful wife and equally beautiful children. But now things were different. Blaine was different. Kurt had decided that Sebastian was a nice enough man, but he was more jealous of his striking appearance. Or did he feel threatened?

Kurt let himself into his apartment and put the keys in the small bowl he and Rachel kept near the door. He made his way to his bedroom without turning any lights on, and dropped himself onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling, trying to configure how he felt about this new revelation.

Did he want to see Blaine again? Undoubtedly. Did he want to ask Blaine a million and one questions? Most definitely.

Did he want to be with him? Unquestionably.


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