The harsh streak of Manhattan sunlight awoke Kurt from his beauty sleep in his boyfriend's plush Memory Foam mattress. In the distance he heard movement in the kitchen, and smiled to himself as he thought about Bradley, dressed only in his boxers, making the two of them breakfast.

Kurt had been staying over at Bradley's for a few nights now, alternating between the loft and his boyfriend's apartment, where nothing could disturb the two of them from spending time alone together. Kudos to Kurt for managing to get a boyfriend who could afford to rent in Manhattan. It meant he got an extra half hour in bed before he had to get up, and it meant he didn't have to walk through Bushwick clutching his Prada purse, hoping that he wouldn't get mugged.

Kurt stepped out of bed, picking up his briefs from his neatly folded clothes on the chair, and walking over to the kitchen. He yawned on his way over, slipping them on and deciding to take a shower and get changed after breakfast.

He walked out into the living area, only to realise that his idealistic hope of domestic life with his boyfriend was dejectedly dashed.

A fully-dressed figure stood in the kitchen, tapping his fingers impatiently against the counter, his body turned from Kurt. Nevertheless, Kurt knew immediately that the figure wasn't Bradley, because there was no way Bradley was that tall. And his ass wasn't that great either.

Kurt frowned, reaching a hand underneath the couch and grabbing a baseball bat he kept there for emergencies. He got up quietly with it and walked over to the kitchen, clutching the baseball bat with sweaty hands. This was all he needed this morning, some mugger at Bradley's apartment while Bradley was no place to be seen.

"Hey!" Kurt shouted out, preparing himself to swing the baseball bat.

To his disbelief, Sebastian Smythe turned around, an eyebrow raised a slimy smirk already on that stupid face of his. "Kurt," he noted, eyes running down Kurt's body, "Do you greet all the new New Yorkers like this, or am I special?"

Kurt dropped the baseball bat, draping his hands over his chest awkwardly, "Do you usually break into people's apartments to drink their coffee?"

Sebastian laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I live here. I suppose you were the boyfriend Brad was talking about."

"He prefers Bradley," Kurt snapped in response, "And I'm pretty sure he would have told me if he was letting someone crash."

"I'm his new roommate," Sebastian shrugged, pressing the coffee before pouring it into his mug. Bradley's mug , actually. Kurt still didn't trust the guy, and he wouldn't put breaking and entering past him.

"Coffee?" Sebastian asked, grabbing another mug. How the hell did he know where everything was? Kurt looked away, begrudgingly muttering, "Please."

Sebastian chuckled, pouring the coffee into another mug. He twisted the handles round to face the counter, and picked up his mug. Kurt picked up the other, leaning on the counter beside Sebastian.

"I can't believe I'm letting a burglar have coffee with me," Kurt muttered, giving Sebastian an angry side-glance. Sebastian snorted, shrugging, "Hey, it's not my problem if your boyfriend didn't tell you about his new roommate."

Kurt tutted, letting out a frustrated sigh, "Where is he anyway?"

"He said he had a class to get to. Something about a project going wrong or something? Oh, and you're allowed to take whatever you want for breakfast."

Kurt frowned, "Thanks." He walked over to the fridge, opening it to pull out the bagels and the carton of milk. He opened a cupboard and grabbed a glass, attempting to ignore Sebastian. Or at least, until Sebastian cleared his throat and said, "You know, if you ever get fed up with him and you want to spend a night with your soulmate, I'm only next door. And judging by what I could hear last night, someone's learnt a lot since they were with Thigh High."

Kurt turned and glared at him, "What would you know about my relationship with Blaine?"

"As enthusiastic as Blaine is in bed," Sebastian licked his lips, leaning against the counter, "I doubt you learnt all of that with him. Which means, somebody's been getting a lot of action since they moved to New York. Not so much a prude anymore, are you?"

Kurt stared at him, eyebrows raised.

"Sex hair looks good on you, princess," Sebastian's eyes ran over Kurt's body, stopping at his boxer shorts, " Damn , puberty treated you well."

Kurt glared at Sebastian, trying to come up with some witty comeback. But the only thing he could think about was the way Sebastian looked at him, and how (to his own disgust) he actually liked it.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, neither of them wanting to make the first move towards anything, but not exactly wanting to walk away either. It wasn't until Sebastian swallowed that Kurt seemed to regain composure, rolling his eyes and turning around to put away his bagel and the carton of milk back into the fridge. He put his mug back into the cupboard, muttering to Sebastian with his back still turned, "I'll get breakfast on my way to class." And with that, he walked back into Bradley's bedroom to get changed.

Sebastian watched him leave, eyes glued to the boxers that weren't really hiding anything.

Kurt walked into the coffee shop accompanied by Rachel, who was blabbering about her newest attempt at stardom or something equally tedious. Kurt wasn't listening, anyway.

The lunch time crowd had already filled the coffee shop, and despite how busy it ended up getting, Kurt came anyway. There was a reason this place was so popular, and it was something to do with the cosy atmosphere and the delicious black forest gateau hot chocolate Kurt treated himself to on particularly chaotic days - this day in particular called for scrumptious, chocolatey goodness.

Kurt's mind was still stuck there; the way Sebastian had looked at him, the compliments, even the offer to join Sebastian. He hadn't been able to get his mind off it all morning, and he hated to think how he'd cope if Sebastian was around that apartment whenever Kurt was. Sebastian irritated him deep to the core, and all the meaningless flirting just enraged him further,

God, his life was like some juicy, overly dramatic soap opera he'd probably love watching if it didn't involve himself at the centre.

He joined the coffee shop's queue, a debate going on to his head on whether to tell Bradley that his new roommate was in fact his boyfriend's soulmate. He was distracted by a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see Rachel looking alarmingly at him.

Kurt sighed, "Sorry, I was… distracted." He paused, before deciding to just fuck it and tell Rachel, "Sebastian is Bradley's new roommate."

Rachel gasped, and Kurt just sighed again. He turned around to face the queue while Rachel got over her initial shock, until she piped up to say, "How romantic!"

Kurt's head twisted round to look at Rachel so quickly he could have had whiplash. "What?"

"Well, Blaine's coming to New York. They're already within the same social circles… it's like a love story, you know? Star crossed lovers reunited."

"You do realise Sebastian broke Blaine's heart, right?"

Rachel just sighed, "Well, Sebastian may have done something bad, but that doesn't stop Blaine loving him. In fact, it's even better when Blaine realises that Sebastian is reformed and Blaine can love him again."

Kurt thought back to Blaine's Christmas party, and the weird way Sebastian had acted around him. He shook his head, scoffing, "That's ridiculous. People like that don't change. Need I remind you that Blaine was temporarily blind because of him?"

Rachel pursed her lips, "He drove me home after the Christmas party."

Kurt felt like his eyebrows rose so high they reached his hairline. "What?"

"I was drunk, and he wasn't. I could see the man that Blaine fell in love with, the knight in shining armour who came to my rescue…"

Kurt stared at her, physically repulsed. He held a hand up to his mouth, "No that's… he must have a twin. Some other Smythe you mistook for Sebastian."

"I assure you, Hummel," Kurt flinched at the nickname, and the voice, "I was the one who drove Rachel home. Her fathers were very thankful I brought their little girl home safe," Sebastian entered the conversation, seeming to have appeared from nowhere. Kurt had been too busy thinking about Sebastian to actually see Sebastian invading one of his special places. What was that he'd been saying about soap operas again?

"We have got to stop coming here," he muttered to Rachel. He turned to Sebastian, smiling at the much taller boy, "Do you spend all your time hanging out in coffee shops, or just the ones I go to?"

"Actually I was here with a friend. He raved to me about the place, said I had to try the coffee here, that it was the best in the city. You may know him, actually. Brad's been telling me so much about you after I mentioned our encounter this morning."

Kurt took a step back; the last thing he wanted was his soulmate and his boyfriend being friends. "I thought you two were just roommates."
"Well, we were. But we got talking, and he seemed so desperate to form a decent relationship with his roommate after what happened with his last one."

"So I hear you met Sebastian this morning," Bradley greeted Kurt as he walked into Bradley's apartment, "What did you think?"

Kurt groaned, "I knew the guy in high school, and he really hasn't changed." He dropped down onto Bradley's couch, glad that Sebastian was nowhere to be seen.

Bradley raised his eyebrows, "Wait- high school, really?"

"Yeah," Kurt pursed his lips,

"Woah. Small world, huh."

"Can we- can we stop talking about Sebastian, please? He's all I've heard about, and I just want a few minutes peace with my boyfriend ." As he spoke Kurt turned to straddle Bradley, finishing his sentence with a kiss.

Bradley pulled back. "Kurt, I think we should talk about this."

Kurt dropped down onto Bradley, burying his head in the crook between Bradley's shoulder and his chest. Bradley reached out to put a comforting arm on his back, "Look… I want you to feel safe here. If he's a reminder of your past, he can go."

Kurt looked up, "You'd do that?"

Bradley kissed Kurt briefly, breaking his smile out into a full-on grin, "Absolutely. You're worth more to me than some guy I just met, and maybe we could-" he reached to scratch the back of his neck, staring at Kurt intently, "I mean, it's only been a few months but you've been staying here for most of the time and-"

"No," Kurt interrupted, "No, I- I couldn't. I'm sorry. Sebastian can stay."

There was silence for a moment.

Bradley looked at Kurt like Kurt had kicked his puppy, and Kurt couldn't bear to look at him. Bradley mumbled, "No, Kurt… I'm sorry for bringing it up. It's too soon, and since we're not soulmates… this is just an arrangement, right?"

Kurt nodded, lifting himself off Bradley, "I should… I should go. I'm can talk tomorrow, I just- I need some time. To think about… everything."

He didn't look at Bradley again, didn't even bother looking up until the door to Bradley's apartment was closed behind him. He felt the bile rise up as he walked, his mind constantly stuck on growing too attached to Bradley, and then there Sebastian was with those eyes again, and Kurt didn't feel any better. The anxiety and panic of the day came flooding out, seeping through his bloodstream and into every part of him. He clutched his coat tighter as he walked, focusing only on getting home, back to the loft.

Kurt arrived home later that evening to a very passionate conversation happening in the kitchen. At first he assumed it was Rachel and Santana having yet another argument, but when he heard Blaine's voice he froze in his place. He was about to announce his presence, but changed his mind as soon as he realised what the nature of the conversation was.

"Blaine has a point, babe. If Twinkle Toes is too busy seeing his boyfriend, that room is going to waste. I say we give it up and force those two to move in together. He probably wouldn't argue, because I've seen how he looks when he tries to sneak in Monday morning."

"Fine," Rachel sighed, "But you're taking me to see Wicked again, Santana. With Kurt. We're telling him while he's still caught up in the beauty of Oz."

Kurt's breath hitched, his throat closing up. Without making another sound, Kurt walked out of the loft, the others never even knowing he'd been there.