A/N: Hello, dear readers!

Wow, this chapter turned out to be a little dramatic. But I shouldn't be surprised, it's Kurt and Sebastian we are talking about. And they never do "easy".

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CHAPTER III

Falling In Love

Sebastian had heard about love. He'd read about love. He sang about love… He felt love. And there was one thing he was sure of when it came to that feeling: Love is indefinable. Love is everything and nothing. Love is different for everybody. Love is different with every other person you fall for. And you can't live without love.

There was one quote he believed spoke volumes in that subject. "We know little about love. Love is like a pear. A pear is sweet and has a shape. Try to define a pear's shape".

Sebastian could dwell on every definition of love, try to reason with his heart and even forgo the feeling. But he knew very well how futile his attempts would be. The moment the realization hits you, you are doomed. There is no possible way to forget, deny or hide the emotion, once you realize how you feel about someone.

Sebastian cursed as he sat on his leather sofa with a frozen pack of green peas soothing his temple in his Upper East Side apartment. He was hurting. He felt like an elephant sat on his head. That throbbing pain shooting down from his right temple felt a lot like a preview to one of the bitchiest migraines he'd ever had. The cut eyebrow that he'd "fixed" with a Band-aid was stinging with every move he made. He knew he'd get an ugly scar if he didn't go to the hospital and have it stitched, but he felt like maybe he deserved one. He needed something to remember not to be such a stupid asshole in the future. Besides, he didn't want to get out of his apartment and stroll the city streets in the middle of the night, already looking beaten up.

"The best fucking day of my fucking life…" Sebastian muttered, giving up as he tried to find a comfortable position, considering the state his head was in, with stiffening arms and numb-frozen hands from holding the pack of green peas to his temple for such a long time. Finally, he decided on laying down on his left side, leaving the convenience food on his face being held in place by gravity. He stuffed his frozen hands under his armpits, and waited for them to regain feeling.

The green-eyed boy stared at the wall, full of his beloved books, with unseeing eyes, thinking. He thought of Kurt, his parents, Blaine and his past. He thought of Adrien, the first boy he ever fell for. Sebastian reminisced about the bittersweet days spent sunbathing on one of the Côte d'Azur beaches, swimming in the Mediterranean Sea and exploring his sexuality. He could hear Adrien's contagious laughter; see his sparkling brown eyes full of mystery and child-like fascination, strong arms and skilled hands that got him off in the kinkiest of places. He recalled the complex bouquet of sea food, sun kissed skin and sex. He heard the monotonous swooshing of the sea, wrestling of sheets, the sound of skin slapping skin, hips meeting every thrust and moans of pleasure filling the crisp night air. He could feel the stinging pang in his heart, the twisting and turning of his stomach, the tightening of throat and burning eyes from unshed tears, as if it were only today that he woke up alone for the first time in almost two months, greeted by the short letter Adrien left on his side of bed.

Suddenly, he felt chilling drops of water coming down his cheek and forehead into his hair from the slowly defrosting pack of green peas. He shuddered as the water collected in his ear, making crackling sounds echo in his still-aching head.

"Fuck!" Sebastian roared, springing to his feet from his prone position. "Fuuuck..!" He groaned, slowly sinking back onto the sofa, as the consequences of his rush hit him, making him dizzy and sore. He touched his head hesitantly, but as the emotions of the whole day surfaced, he hid his face in his hands and emitted a broken sound of helplessness.

Knockknockknockkncock

Sebastian felt like shit for the second morning in a row. His head was heavy, throbbing with a persistent ache that made him want to throw up; to make things worse, someone decided to torture him by fucking destroying his apartment door with a hammer. Sebastian groaned in pain and tucked his head underneath the pillow.

Knockknockknockkncock

The ex-Warbler knitted his eyebrows in desperation and the silent tears of misery and frustration shook his body. He was so sore all over that he didn't even realize the grimace of despair and pain opened his barely healed wound over the eyebrow.

Sebastian groaned one more time and rolled out of his bed-sheets. He tried to open his eyes, but the second the white light hit his eyes, he closed them again.

"Fuck."

Knockknockknockkncock

"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?" Sebastian muttered grudgingly when he finally opened the door, squinting his eyes.

He was met with the sharp intake of breath and a short, heavy silence, before he heard Kurt Hummel saying his name."…Sebastian?"

And he groaned yet again, shutting his eyes completely and touching his apartment door with his forehead. "Fuck my life…"

"Sebastian, what happened?" He felt the change in Kurt's mood and the genuine care visible in his tone.

The taller boy turned away from the doorway and sat on the sofa he'd occupied the night before, letting Kurt in. "Just some misunderstanding." He lied, not wanting to tell Kurt how he used him to insult Blaine by putting abusive words he knew Kurt would never say, in his mouth.

Kurt walked into the apartment, carefully (and silently) closed the door and stood between Sebastian's spread legs, observing him with wide, discerning, beautiful glasz eyes. The beaten up taller boy felt the slim countertenor's gaze on him. He was being thoroughly examined by Kurt and he didn't dare to look at him in that moment. Sebastian found Kurt beautiful and very attractive on a daily basis, but seeing him so close, acting bossy and commanding, made Sebastian horny. Kurt Hummel was fucking sexy and Sebastian loved that look on him.

Kurt's cool touch of fingertips caressing the swollen bruise with tenderness was unexpected, given Sebastian's stubborn determination to keep his eyes closed. With Kurt being so close, touching him so gently, even delicately, Sebastian's nostrils were filled with Kurt's warm smell. Sebastian felt his presence. He felt his touch and the warmth radiating from his body. Emerald eyes still closed, he could breathe in Kurt's unique scent, hear his soft breathing, and even with his eyes closed, he saw him as a glowing beacon in his mind. Sebastian saw his silhouette like you see the sun shining through your eyelids…

He couldn't stop the little gasp to escape him.

Immediately, as if Kurt strained his ears for Sebastian to make some kind of sound, he took his cool fingers away from him. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry if I hurt you."

Sebastian's eyes snapped open as soon as he felt Kurt's soothing touch disappeared.

"No!" he rushed. "No… I'm sorry. Please, don't stop" Sebastian panicked, entranced by Kurt's mesmerizing eyes.

"Ok." Kurt mumbled, starting to trace the bruise again.

Sebastian sighed contentedly in his mind.

"You're so reckless, Sebastian…" Kurt tutted. "You can't leave the cut like that and hope it will heal nicely. You have to go to hospital to have them sew your eyebrow back. You can get an infection."

"I didn't leave it just like that." Sebastian reasoned. "I disinfected and put a plaster on it. It's nothing…"

Kurt giggled. "You're so doomed, Sebastian Smythe."

Sebastian opened his eyes slowly and took in the sight before him. Kurt was smiling at him genuinely, his eyes twinkling, warm and tender.

He was beautiful.

"I think the green of your dino-plaster highlights the green of your eyes, Smythe." Kurt smiled mischievously.

"Oh, piss off! They are my cousin's plasters and they are great. Only Smythes can wear them." Sebastian defended the childish plasters by hiding them from Kurt's twinkling eyes with his hand.

"Yhm. I'm sure." Kurt smiled, sitting down beside Sebastian.

"Why are you even here, Hummel?" The taller boy questioned, futilely trying to sound angry.

But he didn't expect the sudden change in the air. Kurt's expression metamorphosed from cherishing and light-hearted, to sober - if not somber and a little bit angry. His whole body stiffened.

"You know I don't mind you being here, right?" Sebastian asked, not really understanding what could have happened.

The silence that accompanied him after Sebastian's question prolonged and got heavy with unsaid things. But the green-eyed boy thought better than to break it and disturb Kurt collecting his thoughts and outlining how he needed to explain to Sebastian what was wrong.

"Blaine called me first thing in the morning." Kurt said with an unreadable expression on his face.

"And?" Sebastian asked nonchalantly, although he knew he wouldn't (and probably shouldn't) be calm any longer, if the conversation was heading in the direction he anticipated.

Kurt sighed, a little disappointed. "He told me about your inquisition yesterday."

Sebastian waited for Kurt to add something else so he could understand the reason behind having this conversation with Kurt, while sitting there with him on the couch in his apartment and not by texts, phone calls or… even on one of the coffee dates they had once in a while. But as the time passed and Kurt didn't seem to want to talk again, Sebastian decided it was his turn.

"Somehow, I cannot actually believe he just told you that we met yesterday." He sneered.

Kurt looked at him attentively with eyes that suddenly turned icily cold.

"If you want to know, he called me few names, yes, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that I want you to fucking explain to me why did you feel the need to go to Blaine and talk to him about me and my problems." Kurt didn't have to raise his voice to make sure Sebastian understood how furious he really was.

"Not everything is about you, princess." Sebastian's temper rose at the accusation in Kurt's voice. And hell, how could he explain? "Maybe the conversation we had didn't turn out the way I expected it to, but I had to understand what the hell Blaine thought when he cheated on you, Kurt."

"And what is it to you?! What makes you think that you have the right to understand him?" Kurt shouted, standing up from the couch.

And, ouch, Kurt's words hurt.

"I wanted to help you. You were sad and depressed and all I wanted was to help you out of it." Sebastian admitted.

"For fuck's sake! I'm not a damsel in distress, needing to be saved, or some delicate flower. I am a man! I survived Karofsky, I survived my dad's heart attack and prostate cancer, I survived the sudden death of my half-brother and dear friend, I dealt with homophobes, I got beaten up, thrown into dumpsters and had to be hospitalized because I stood up to bullies. I fucking dealt with it all and I'm sure I can deal with heartbreak." Kurt panted with the frustration boiling in his veins.

Sebastian felt conflicted. He was offended and angered by Kurt. He knew how strong Kurt was, the tall brunette didn't want to mess with Kurt or make him feel helpless. Kurt impressed him with that very strength. Sebastian just needed to understand so he could help. That's what friends do: help each other. But on the other hand, Kurt's outrage was fucking hot. He loved seeing Kurt so worked up, flushed from host of emotions, eyes shining, posture confident and livid. He was fierce. He was full of passion. He was aflame.

"I'm sorry I wanted to be a friend." Sebastian growled. "I'm sure your majesty can manage any problems that come up."

He was met with a deadly stare.

"I'm sure if only Queen the Bitchiest could come back on earth, where poor average people live, she would see that accepting help when offered is not a fucking big deal! It is actually considered worthy of a thank you."

"You're an asshole, Sebastian, and you know it. So stop pretending like you care; like you had some unselfish, highest motives, because you are rotten." Kurt accused poisonously, stabbing Sebastian with his words, square in the heart.

"You saw right through me. Congratulations." Sebastian whispered ironically, standing from the spot he was sitting at and headed to the kitchen, desperately needing to hide his anguished expression from the boy he had fallen in love with, but who thought so little of him.

"Don't make me sound like the evil one, here. How can I be sure of anything you say to me? How can I be sure that you genuinely like me?" Kurt asked, with misty eyes.

Sebastian didn't have the strength and courage to answer.

"How can I be sure that I am any different to you than any other person… Like Blaine, who you liked so much in high school, who considered you friends; you had no second thoughts when it came to saying those hurtful things to him. You knew how he felt about himself lately; you knew what a delicate matter sex life became to him. And using me against him… was plain cruel." Kurt accused, as the angry tears started falling down his lovely, flushed face.

Sebastian's heart skipped a beat.

"And I trusted you… You made me trust you, and care for you, and… You made me believe…" Kurt couldn't end the sentence. He left it hanging in the air, unfinished. His throat tightened, eyes burned and cheeks glistened in the morning sun from shed tears. He looked at Sebastian with a broken stare.

"Aren't you going to say something? To defend yourself, mock me, shout at me… No?" Kurt hiccupped; his expression becoming even more disappointed with every passing second Sebastian remained silent, staring into space.

"Ok." Kurt whispered brokenly. He turned his head from the taller boy, wiped away freshly gathering tears and tried to get his breathing under control.

Sebastian's whole body ached. And not because of his physical state.

As he watched Kurt gathering his things and slowly heading out of his apartment, defeated, Sebastian howled in his head. His heart was breaking into millions of pieces.

"I… I am…" On this fateful morning, everything that really mattered seemed to be left unsaid. "I… Goodbye, Sebastian." Kurt said, turning his back to the other boy, hoping Sebastian wouldn't see the misery in the depth of his broken blue eyes.

But something in that silly dramatic sentence made Sebastian snap out of his funk.

He couldn't do a thing, back in France, when Adrien left him alone. He wasn't even aware he planned on leaving him. He thought Adrien was slowly falling head over heels for him, too. It wasn't only about sex. They had spent days talking about the future, about their dreams and things they loved and despised. They shared romantic kisses, they walked hand in hand, explored the city and wild beaches together. And when the stars started shining, they weren't only fucking. Sure, they had passion; they were wild and kinky and horny, but also, they were making love. Sebastian was as shallow and stupid as a barely sixteen teenage boy can be; his love and the meaning behind "making love" was the understanding of a barely sixteen teenage boy. But none of it should belittle the power of that same barely sixteen teenage boy's love.

Back then, Sebastian and his happiness was dependant to someone else. And Adrien made a choice that Sebastian despised. He couldn't let Kurt go without knowing how he felt, when he still had a chance. So he let his mouth slip the secret his heart longed to share.

"I love you."

Kurt stopped in his track, petrified. His eyes turned wide, his breath quickened and he was sure his heart skipped a beat. But as the silence continued, he was sure his insane mind decided to torture him with hallucinations. He shook his head, as if trying to forget the warm fuzzy feeling spreading from his heart all over his body, and started to walk again.

But this time, he was stopped not by the familiar sound of Sebastian's silky voice, but the feel of a smooth warm hand closing on his clothed wrist. He shuddered. Suddenly, Kurt became supremely aware of Sebastian's nearness...his presence. Kurt felt warmth radiating from the tall body pressed against his back. Sebastian's cool breath was tickling his neck and making his skin turn into goosebumps.

"I love you, Kurt." Sebastian whispered into his ear, and this time Kurt couldn't even pretend he didn't hear the heartfelt confession.

A/N: Embolded sentence is Andrzej Sapjowski's love quote. He is a Polish fantasy writer best known by the book series "The Witcher". And I love him :)

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