Notes: I wrote this accidentally. I literally wanted to write just a tiny little scene with Sebastian and Kurt…but it kept growing and I just love writing Kurt and Sebastian as friends and really I'm just having fun exploring where it's going. My plot is completely being made up as I write it which is always fun.

This is not necessarily a "fix-it-fic" as it does follow canon closely. However, there will be some deviation from canon due to the inclusion of Sebastian.

So yeah, enjoy.

Chapter One

It was raining, not the drizzle rain that was made up of barely formed raindrops, but really raining. Hard, the kind that made everything hard to see and the soak your clothes right through in under a minute kind, but in a city like New York rain wouldn't put a stop to anyone's day. Sebastian Smythe had found himself a nice spot at a small round table at one of his coffee haunts. The table was right by the window which meant that he could make an attempt at looking out at the street and sidewalk. It was a nice distraction from the homework he was trying to get finished. So, he was staring right out onto the sidewalk when he saw Kurt Hummel walk by.

Unlike many of the other people walking past the coffee shop, Kurt was neither walking at a fast pace or carrying an umbrella. He didn't even have a raincoat on. His face was bent low and his hair had come out of its usual coif to be plastered against Kurt's forehead. Still, despite everything, Sebastian couldn't help but admire him. His clothes wet as they were gave all of him away: his flat and muscular chest, his bulging arms, his long legs. He was all lines, and Sebastian wanted to lick all of him.

It was only when he realized that Kurt had gone past him and the coffee shop, that Sebastian got to his feet. Leaving all of his stuff behind, he ran to the door and walked right out onto the rain.

"Kurt! Kurt! Kurt Hummel!"

Kurt didn't turn, but he slowed his pace even more as if to let Sebastian catch up. Sebastian rushed to his side and only then did Kurt lift his head, blinking at him in confusion.

His eyes were rimmed red, and Sebastian couldn't quite tell because of the rain, but he looked like he was still crying.

"You're going to catch a cold like this, Hummel, look at you."

Kurt didn't react. Sebastian tugged at his arm and Kurt just followed without a fight.

The last time that Sebastian had seen Kurt, had been back at Dalton when Blaine proposed to him. After that, he hadn't even heard about Kurt or Blaine. Of course, he'd known they were in New York, but Sebastian had known that it wasn't his place to try and seek them out or befriend them even if things had ended on friendly terms. There was just too much history to ignore.

"Did something happen to you, Hummel?" Sebastian asked as soon as he got him inside the coffee shop, "should I call Blaine? I could—"

"No," Kurt said quickly shaking his head, "not Blaine."

He looked ready to run back out onto the rain, so Sebastian nodded. "Alright, alright. No Blaine. What about your other friends? Barbara? Or the one named after a car? Maybe the lesbian?"

Kurt stared at him and Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. It had been a while since he'd been in contact with any of them and he had never been very good with names.

When Kurt didn't say anything Sebastian sighed and he walked back to his table. It was no use. He gathered all his things, dropping them back into his bag. He threw the bag over his shoulder and got rid of his trash. Things had changed for Sebastian since high school and even if he had never been the biggest fan of Kurt Hummel, he wasn't willing to let him catch his death in the rain.

"You leave me no option," he told Kurt when he returned to where the other still stood, "I'm taking you home with me."

Kurt made a noise, but Sebastian ignored him. Instead he offered Kurt his jacket and when Kurt made no move to put it on, he draped it over his shoulders which only forced Kurt to hold the front of it closed with his hands. Sebastian rolled his eyes at him, but decided he wouldn't fight him over it.

"Alright," he said instead, "come on."

Sebastian didn't have an umbrella, only because when he left his apartment that morning, his phone had informed him it was going to be sunny all day.

"I don't live too far from here lucky for you," he told Kurt as they walked.

Kurt was still trying to do that shuffling thing he'd been doing when Sebastian first saw him, but Sebastian forced him to walk a bit faster.

The rain was cold, chilling as it hit him and it had definitely gotten in his shoes and through his socks. His feet made squishy noises with every step he took and he wouldn't be surprised if he did catch a cold after the exposure to the rain.

They got to his apartment soon enough, and Sebastian barely greeted his doorman before he was ushering Kurt into the elevator.

They rode up in silence, and walked to his door in silence.

When they made it inside, Sebastian ran to get towels from the bathroom, but Kurt stayed right by the door not even bothering to move. Whatever had happened, it had to be bad to leave him in such a state. There had never been a time when Sebastian had known Kurt to be silent.

"Here," Sebastian said and Kurt took the towel. The movement made Sebastian's jacket fall.

"We need to get out of these clothes," Sebastian said and pondered him for a moment. "Look, I don't know what happened, and I probably don't care either, but I like to think I'm a decent person now so I'm going to let you just take a shower and even give you clean clothes. How does that sound?"

Kurt barely made a noise.

"I'm taking that for good," Sebastian said and leaving his own towel wrapped around his shoulders he steered Kurt in the direction of his bathroom.

He opened the door to his shower, and even turned the shower on to a good heat before leaving Kurt in his bathroom. In the meanwhile, he stripped out of all his clothes and dropped them all into a pile while he tried to dry himself. All of him felt cold as he dressed again in sweats and an old t-shirt. He grabbed a spare pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt from Dalton for Kurt and even clean underwear.

Only, then, did Sebastian try to make sense of things. Kurt Hummel had been walking around New York looking lost. He had only spoken to say that Blaine shouldn't be called to help him and now he was in Sebastian's bathroom.

Rather than stand around and wait for Kurt, Sebastian walked to his kitchen. This was definitely a time for tea.

He put a kettle on and spent some time just leaning against his counter debating whether he should try and call Blaine even if it meant going against Kurt's wishes. In the end, he decided not to. He didn't have the full story and if Kurt was acting the way the he was because of Blaine then Sebastian couldn't in good conscience call Blaine.

He took the extra clothes for Kurt and left them just outside the bathroom and then picked up his wet clothes as well as the jacket Kurt had dropped by the door and threw all of it in a hamper.

When he heard the bathroom door open, he walked out of his room.

Kurt was wearing his clothes, which fit him well. They did look like they might be around the same size even if Sebastian was slightly taller.

"I have tea brewing," he informed Kurt, "and then I think we need to talk."

The shower seemed to have brought Kurt back, because he looked a little better.

"The tea part sounds good," he said and as he was walking past Sebastian he paused, "thank you, Sebastian, I'm glad you saw me out there. I—"

He shook his head and tried to smile at him.

"I really think I deserve an explanation," Sebastian said as he walked after him, "I did just save you from pneumonia."

Kurt turned back to look at him and Sebastian didn't know what to make of how lost Kurt looked for a moment before some sort of wall that kept his feelings hidden went up.

"Um, well, you'll hear eventually so…Blaine and I broke up." He took a long pause and his eyes had fallen to the floor. "I broke up with him."

"What?" Sebastian asked, "but you two were so solid. I – watching you was like watching what forever looked like. I don't. What happened, Kurt?"

Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "I don't…it was just bad."

Sebastian could see that he didn't want to talk about it, and as curious as he was to find out just what could have made Kurt Hummel break up with Blaine Anderson, he had the decency to not press.

"Come on, that water is probably ready."

He poured water into two mugs and then went into one of his cupboards, grabbing a small box.

Kurt had already sat down at his small table and Sebastian brought everything over.

They were both silent for a while, stirring in sugar and watching the teabags diffuse the tea flavors into the water in little amber colored clouds.

"We fought a lot," Kurt said, "about everything. He was always running late. It was like I had no space to breathe because he was there, always there. I just, I don't know why I…oh, god, I broke up with Blaine."

Sebastian watched him as he broke down. He had tears running down his cheeks and he was shaking with the emotion and pain and Sebastian didn't know what he was supposed to do. This was Kurt Hummel and they weren't even friends but he was crying in front of him. Sebastian had never claimed to be good at comforting anyone.

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

Kurt looked up at him, and there seemed to be surprise in his eyes at Sebastian being there.

"I— no. No, we were too young."

At that, Kurt picked up his cup and he sipped at his tea, eyes closed. Sebastian couldn't tear his eyes away from him.

Kurt was disheveled, which was the best way to describe him at the moment. His face was covered in drying tear tracks and redness. His hair was wet from his shower and lying flat on his head. It made him look younger somehow. Still, there was a beauty to Kurt Hummel that Sebastian had never seen in him back in Ohio.

"You can stay here," Sebastian found himself saying, "for the night, I mean, if you don't want to go back to your place."

It took Kurt a moment, but then he nodded. "Thank you."