Thank you for your reviews :3 you're too kind!

I've decided to go a little OC on this chapter. I realised I didn't know why Kurt stopped working at Vogue dot com and I had to come up with some reasonable explanation! x) glee's reason didn't satisfy me.

Hope you enjoy this, I don't own Glee!

"Has anybody told you that you're very touchy?" Kurt asked Sebastian, shaking the other boy's hand from his thigh for the third time since they had reached Sebastian's apartment.

Sebastian's apartment. That was the thing: how the hell they had ended up there was a recurrent question on Kurt's mind right now. He had been reluctant at first, but then Sebastian had pronounced the magic words: homemade crème brûlée. Of course, it wasn't Sebastian's. It was his mother's, who apparently came visit his son quite often, always bringing delicious gifts, Kurt had learned. And Sebastian hadn't tricked him: the pastry was delicious indeed.

The apartment wasn't too big if you compared it to life in Ohio. But it was definitely big enough for a single person living in New York. And Kurt would've been jealous of Sebastian if he hadn't been distracted by the tasty pastry and the good taste Sebastian seemed to have. Kurt had caught a glimpse of a couple of good novels on Sebastian's bookcase. An oak made bookcase. And it wasn't the only vintage furniture there. Not that Sebastian had precisely given Kurt a tour of his apartment. He had merely introduced Kurt to his sofa.

Sebastian heard Kurt and rolled his eyes at him. "Actually, no, you prude. No one has ever complained when I touch them" Sebastian said suggestively.

"You know, I was wondering…" Kurt chose to ignore Sebastian's innuendo, "have you always wanted to be a doctor?" he asked. He had been curious about this since he first learned it from Maggie, truth to be told.

Sebastian casted him a surprised look. "Aw" he faked a sweet smile, "you wonder about me?" the boy inquired amused, getting closer.

Kurt sighed. "God, it takes patience with you" he bit back. "Maggie told me. She wouldn't shut up about you, actually" Kurt said, then thought it better than to feed Sebastian's ego. "I guess she wishes she had grandchildren too" Kurt commented. "So… have you?"

Sebastian didn't reply right away. Kurt noticed the boy shifting his weight on the sofa, changing his sitting position, as if he was suddenly uncomfortable. "I don't want to be a doctor" he said, finally.

Kurt looked at him, confused.

"I love Edna, but she has this annoying habit of blowing things out of proportion…" Sebastian explained, a little irritated.

"So you're not in Pre-med?" asked Kurt feeling intrigued. He had even stopped eating.

Sebastian regarded the boy in front of him for a second, as if deciding what to say next. "I am" he explained, "I just don't want to be a doctor. There are more options, you know?" he said abruptly, grasping a glass of water he had left on the table earlier.

"Oh, sure" Kurt answered, taken a little aback. "I bet 'being a doctor' is everybody's first guess when thinking about Medicine" Kurt commented.

"It is" Sebastian said. Then rubbed his forehead and changed his sitting position again. "Look, I'm not trying to be evasive. I'm just giving you the same answers I give myself on a daily basis" the boy explained.

Kurt meditated it. Sebastian was bluntly honest every time he spoke and it didn't cease to surprise him. "You feel conflicted about your program choice, right?" he asked sincerely. He was getting used to be frank and opened with Sebastian too, after all.

"You could say that, I guess" Sebastian smiled awkwardly. "It's not that I don't like it, though" he added, looking away. "It's just that… it's stupid to assume that an eighteen year-old would know what he wants to do with his life" Sebastian rolled his eyes. "It's this stupid system what conflicts me."

Kurt could relate to that. "Yeah… I guess it's a lot of pressure" he commented. "When I first came to New York I hadn't been accepted to NYADA yet." Sebastian looked at him confused. Oh, right, why would he know I attend NYADA? Kurt realised. It's not like they were buddies who had kept in touch after high school. "I attend NYADA now" he explained. "For a while it was depressing, and I had to reapply on December and- but anyway" he interrupted himself, noticing he was deviating, "that's not what I was talking about. Before I was accepted to NYADA, I was an intern at Vogue dot com" he stated with way more pride that he had shown when talking about NYADA. Sebastian noticed that.

"I'm guessing those golden days are over" Sebastian said.

Kurt nodded. "Yep… it's a pity, that in order to make it to the school of my dreams, I had to let go of the job of my dreams" he added a little sad.

"But you work on a diner" Sebastian asked, even though he was stating it.

"Yeah, I do" Kurt agreed. "Vogue's hours conflicted with my classes and the diner didn't" he explained.

"Well, that sucks" Sebastian commented.

Kurt nodded. They fell in a comfortable silence.

Noticing that Sebastian wouldn't add anything else, Kurt thought that maybe this wasn't his favourite conversational topic, and decided not to push further.

"Mm" Kurt couldn't stop himself from moaning when taking another bite from the exquisite tartelettes à la crème brûlée. "Damn you, this is too good" Kurt mumbled with his mouth full.

"Told ya" Sebastian simply said, observing Kurt melting with the pastry. "So… shall we have dessert?" he asked, then approached Kurt and placed his hand, again, on the other boy's thigh. Kurt simply snatched it off.

"What do you mean dessert?" Kurt asked confused, swallowing down the last bite. "How do you call this?" he said pointing to his plate.

"I call it foreplay" Sebastian said, smirking. Kurt regarded the other boy. He had been too distracted by the food to notice Sebastian's look. Sebastian had a strange darkness on his eyes. Kurt read it as hunger, but not as the right kind of hunger.

"Oh, you wanna have some more crème brûlée?" Kurt asked innocently, hoping hard that would be it.

Sebastian took Kurt's plate from his hand and rested it on the table, brushing Kurt's hand for a moment. Kurt suddenly took in the scenario. He was in Sebastian Smythe's apartment, on a party night, and it was 4 in the morning. He had probably ruined Sebastian's chances to get laid tonight. But he, Kurt, was there, on Sebastian's sofa. Kurt gulped down. Dear Gaga, is he so desperate that he would make a move on me? On the night of my break-up?

"Oh-wow, don't you even think giving me that look, Sebastian" Kurt moved aside to sit as far away as possible from the other boy. He was astonished.

Sebastian chuckled. "What look would that be, Kurt?" he caressed Kurt's thigh again.

"The I'm gonna devour you look" Kurt looked down. "The look you used to give Blaine" he added.

Sebastian moved closer, and placed his hand on Kurt's chin to lift his head so the boy would lock eyes with him. "It's the look I give anybody I find hot" Sebastian explained.

"Hot?" Kurt repeated, nervously. God, don't be a wreck, don't be a wreck. "What do you mean hot? You don't find me hot, you think I have a gay face! That I dress and look like a girl!" Kurt almost cried out, trembling. He had to hide his shaking hands to stop them from giving him away. Did Sebastian think Kurt was in the mood for that? Really?

"Jesus, Kurt, where is that attitude I enjoy so much?" Sebastian asked, amused and irritated at the same time. "Stop it with the nervousness, I'm not trying to steal your virtue or anything" Sebastian said, then stopped, looking clearly disturbed by some realisation. "Because I'm not… right?" he asked, doubtful.

Kurt slapped Sebastian's arm. "My sexual life is none of your business, chipmunk." Sebastian smirked. Kurt just wished Sebastian didn't enjoy so much his bitchiness. Kurt'd prefer it to hurt him just a little bit. Just a bit. "But I'm not a virgin, if that's what unsettles you" Kurt answered with sarcasm.

"Thank God" Sebastian sighed, overreacting with amusement. "Not that I would mind being the one to introduce you to sex, though" he grinned.

"Would you stop it, you creep! Where is this coming from? Why are you even flirting with me?" Kurt asked, tired of guessing.

Sebastian wouldn't take it anymore. "You're exhausting, Hummel" he grabbed Kurt's arms tightly, forcing Kurt to keep the eye contact with him. "Listen to me, you idiot, I already said it: you changed. You've toned down your attitude, yeah, but you also look incredibly hotter than you used to. I'm only human, jeez, look at those arms" he lowered down his voice, which got rougher, hungrier, and made Kurt blushed hard.

Kurt felt disregarded and actually hurt. Sebastian knew he was not okay, that he had just broken up with Blaine, and yet the boy had the nerve to try and get into his pants? "You insensitive asshole" Kurt stood up, looking for his coat and cell phone. "You fooled me for a minute there, you know? I thought you were just trying to be nice, no ulterior motives" he was getting angrier every second. At Sebastian. At himself. "I'm so stupid" Kurt continued, raising his voice. "On the very night I got dumped by my fiancé" Kurt could feel some tears threatening to leave his eyes. Dammit, not now! It was outraging. All night waiting for tears to fall and they had to appear right when he was trying to make a point.

"Kurt!" Sebastian stood up too, clearly confused and concerned. "Hey! I didn't mean to… hey!" he grabbed Kurt's arm to stop him from moving. "Would you listen to me? Goddammit" Sebastian sighed when Kurt's flooded eyes locked with his own. "Calm down, Kurt" he whispered and rubbed Kurt's arm. "I'm an asshole. I was just doing what-, well, what I do best, you know?" Sebastian looked regretful. "Being inappropriate and trying to make things better with sex" he explained. "I was just offering some angry, fun, rebound sex in case you needed it, that's all." Sebastian raised a hand to rub his own forehead. "I… I don't know what else I could have to offer you."

Kurt was taken aback. Did Sebastian really think that little of himself? "Sebastian… what are you talking about? You've already made things better for me twice tonight" Kurt's soft side was instantly out. No one should sell himself that short and that cheap. "You dragged me out from that bar and gave me some comfort food." This time Kurt was the one to put his hands around Sebastian's arm, to which Sebastian responded looking uncertain. "You've been taking care of me since you noticed I was drunk and upset" Kurt smiled. "Give yourself some credit."

"Oh" Sebastian said after a couple of seconds. Kurt could tell Sebastian was not used to hear that kind of compliments. To have someone acknowledge something good about his character. To receive kindness.

"I'm not arguing that you might have your reasons to think that sex is your thing… but, hey, you might have some other things too" Kurt offered timidly.

They both stared at each other for a minute, unable to move. Kurt's hands were still holding Sebastian's arms, and at some point of his speech (Kurt had no idea when exactly) his thumbs had rebelled against his will and had started rubbing circles on the warmth of Sebastian's arm. Now that Kurt had noticed that, he really wanted them to stop, but he couldn't make them. It seemed like they had a life on its own.

Then Kurt saw it: a small smile appearing on Sebastian's lips – slowly, smoothly. And it looked genuine, and kind, and… wow, maybe he needed to stop imagining things, really. Kurt smiled back, though, and felt a huge wave of warmth putting his whole body at ease. The silence was pleasant, not awkward, and Kurt thought they both felt it that way.

Then Kurt witnessed Sebastian's face coming a little bit closer, stopping just a couple of inches away from Kurt's. It was so fast Kurt didn't have the time to process it and panic, because once he had Sebastian's warmth even closer, Kurt couldn't help but feeling like diving in. He didn't feel repulsion, or disgust. Sebastian was attractive, no one could deny that – much less Kurt, whose saliva was getting thicker and drier every second.

Sebastian's eyes were saying so much, and Kurt found himself thinking that it was a pity that he couldn't quite figure out what it was. They looked kind, but they also seemed to be demanding something. Then Kurt suddenly felt Sebastian moving forwards again, but this time the boy didn't stop until he captured Kurt's lips with his own on a gentle kiss. Sebastian's lips were merely caressing Kurt's, just as his hands had been doing all night. And Kurt felt comforted. But also surprised. Extremely surprised to melt with Sebastian that easily. It felt only natural. Only human.

Does it take more explanation than this? Kurt found himself remembering those lines from Funny Girl and shivered. He couldn't have broken the kiss even if he had wanted to. He felt as possessed by this man as Fanny had felt by Mr. Arnstein. God, I'm spending way too much time with Rachel, Kurt thought amused for a second. But his thoughts found their way back to the boy he was kissing. It wasn't even thoughts. Kurt was not even thinking anymore. He was only feeling. Feeling Sebastian's soft lips, and Sebastian himself, whose hand was now gently caressing Kurt's cheek.

The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes. Sebastian made no attempt to deepen it, nor to take things further. And neither did Kurt. They broke the kiss without notice. Then Sebastian rested his forehead on Kurt's, smoothly caressing Kurt's skin on that spot with his own.

"I know that was inappropriate," it was Sebastian the one to break the pleasant silence, with a relaxed voice, "but it just… I mean, I didn't plan on it. I swear, Kurt." He looked into Kurt's eyes searching for reassurance. "I took the hint. You didn't need me to comfort you with… this, and I did it anyway, God…why did I do that?" Sebastian took a step back and put some distance between him and Kurt.

"It takes two for a kiss like that to happen" Kurt commented, but didn't try to come closer to Sebastian. After all, Sebastian was right: Kurt wasn't looking for a rebound tonight. "I mean… I kissed you back" Kurt stared at Sebastian, calmed. He didn't want to deal with the many reasons why they shouldn't have kissed right now. He just wanted to keep feeling. He had already felt empty enough tonight. "It was nice. And it just happened" Kurt said.

Sebastian came closer tentatively and planted a kiss on Kurt's cheek. "Okay" he agreed.

"I should leave, though" Kurt explained, although he really didn't mean it. "I think we should call it a night and-…" Kurt couldn't find the right words to express how much he needed to be at home to deal with the emotional hangover he could sense coming. "And just leave it at that."

Sebastian nodded quickly. "Right- good call, yeah" he said frantically, and started gathering Kurt's stuff for him, "here."

Kurt took it and prepared himself to leave. Sebastian walked him to the door awkwardly.

This couldn't get any more awkward, Kurt thought, rubbing his own forehead and standing at the door frame of Sebastian's flat, unsure of what he was waiting for exactly to get the hell out of there.

"So…" Sebastian started, nervously.

"So…" Kurt said back, reality suddenly sinking in. Oh my fucking Gaga, I just kissed the meerkat.

Sebastian started laughing, bluntly, genuinely. Kurt looked at him confused. What did he find so funny?

"I mean, what the hell was that?" Sebastian babbled between laughs, pointing in the direction of his living room, where the weirdly intimate kiss scene had taken place.

Kurt found himself chuckling too, then openly laughing. "Oh my God" he agreed. What the hell indeed, Kurt thought amused.

They laughed for another minute, then became silent again.

Kurt smiled, overwhelmed. "See you around, meerkat" he said.

"See you around, gayface" Sebastian said back.

/

Kurt was sitting on his flat's fire escape, quietly contemplating the dawn. He would do it more often if he didn't normally care about getting up early and going to class. He couldn't bring himself to care right now, though. The emotional hangover had started, and even though it was tearless, it wasn't less exhausting.

Blaine and he had been together for three years, and they had both made a huge impact on each other's life. Kurt wasn't the person he was when he first visited Dalton anymore. But he was no longer bitter about it. Why would he? It's not like it would change anything. Besides, he had decided to change, and that thought granted him back some control on himself and his decisions.

He was tired of changing. Of purposely changing. Blaine was right: they needed some freedom, if only to take a break from the pushing they had inflicted on each other.

He might be feeling empty now. Aimless. But some deep, asleep, part of him felt slightly excited about it. It was Kurt's turn now to choose the aim.