Sing with Me

Chapter 32

"Are you ready to come downstairs yet?" Hunter crouched by the bed, and for the first time that day, Sebastian actually looked at him. "You have to eat, Bas" he whispered, taking the boys hand and holding it in his own.

Sebastian looked up, his eyes red, bloodshot, sunken into his pale skin. His hair was unwashed, scruffy and disheveled. Even on his face, his lips were dry, surrounded by hair on his Cupid's bow and short stubble around his chin. He hasn't spoken properly for three days.

Two of which Kurt had been sleeping downstairs.

"Hunt.." Sebastian whispered hoarsely, because to everyone else he was sure he was over reacting to a few words. But in his eyes, well, Kurt might as well have cheated on him. His heart was Kurts. And he had lathered them in this thick, black tar that seemed to be deprived of all movement.

"Yeah?" His best friend looked so hopeful, so hopeful that he might just get up and go downstairs, Carry on life as normal. But it wasn't that simple.

"Is he still here?" He breathed, and Hunter sighed, his eyes closing momentarily as he nodded.

Why the hell was Kurt here? Why wasn't he with Blaine? His boyfriend, maybe even fiancé before too long.. It didn't make sense to him. So what.. Kurt was just here to rub those words directly in his face and all over his body, mixing that tar with cigarette smoke that blinded him and made his eyes water. Choked him.

That's what it felt like.

"He's getting on well with your family-" Hunter cut off as the boy winced, resting a hand on the side of Sebastian's jaw "if you don't want to come down, I understand. But please, please try.. If not for you, or for Kurt.. Just try for me"

His lips flicked into a sad smile, and he leaned forwards, pressing a warm, firm but tender kiss to Sebastian's forehead "if you want help.. Getting up, showering, I know you're strong enough, but.. You have to know its right here" he finished, dropping their foreheads together for a second, a second that Sebastian felt his heart start to warm again.

But then Hunter, all too soon, was pulling away, and Sebastian felt he was taking his breath away with him "stay" he said simply, and Hunter paused. Looking at him with soft eyes. "Please..."

"Always" the boy finished.

It was corny.
Of course it was corny.

But Hunter was his best friend, and hey, when Smythe was down, sometimes he needed a little cliche light in his life to warm things up a little..
At least he figured that as Hunters warm, muscly arms wrapped around his frame, holding him under the covers.

It was so intimate in such a different way to two lovers. But just as healing, with just as much emotion. Snuggling against Hunter was almost like snuggling with his brother.. But that was different too.

Hugging with a lover is perfect, idyllic, like the calm after a storm, or the silence of a morning snow fall. Going out for the first time, with a scarf of protection, snow angels flying around you.

Hugging with family is the definition of warmth, comfort.. The rays of the sun on a summers afternoon, hearing the bees buzz and watching the butterflies silently flutter past, and quiet sizzling of a burning sausage on a barbecue.

Hugging your best friend is like hugging a polar bear. Tangling yourself in furry, fluffy strands of comfort the weight of a cloud. Losing yourself into that person in a different way entirely.

All are intimate. All are perfect. None in the same way.

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To say Kurt felt guilty was an understatement. He felt like he had stabbed the boy. Made him physically and mentally unwell.

Sebastian's family were wonderful, so wonderful, Nick and Sophie welcomed him with open arms, as did their perfect mother. She reminded Kurt much of the memories of his own.. And there was more than one occasion where he had collected tears in his eyes, not just because of Sebastian's state.

He had tried to see Sebastian when he first arrived, but the boy froze up, and Kurt didn't know what to do anymore. He was completely useless. And he still couldn't even remember exactly what he had said. Blaine wouldn't tell him all of those words, just the more prominent ones.

It made him feel sick, he had never even thought of Sebastian as that, and the fact those words had left his lips.. To Sebastian of all people, it made him feel a tremendous need to gag.

Sebastian's family had provided him a bed, food, things to do, things to smile at, to distract himself.. And all he had offered them in return was a broken Sebastian.

"You don't understand, do you?" Sophie said quietly, taking Kurts hand on the couch and looking him in the eye "You didn't break him, Kurt. All I can see that you've done is fixed him. Fixed him from his walls, from his fears, you fixed him from.. From our Dad.." Her voice wavered a little, and Kurt squeezed her hand, not even thinking about asking "You made him happy again." She smiled.

What surprised Kurt the most was how genuine she sounded, as he pulled her into a hug, tears tumbling down his cheeks as her arms rubbed his back, trying to keep him calm, reassure him.

There was one single floor between them.. And it seemed like the thickest floor or dense stone in the world. He was oblivious of a way to stumble through it, even though he wanted to so badly.

"Thank you" he whispered "you're.. You're amazing.." He heard her laugh softly, and his heart warmed. He was lucky.

So incredibly lucky.

Sebastian's family were supporting him, and although he was oblivious to the betrayal and relief Sebastian felt because of it.. He wouldn't take this for granted. He couldn't.

One day, things would be okay.
One day, Sebastian would come downstairs, talking, maybe eating.. And until that day, Kurt wasn't going anywhere. Until they were okay, until they had spoken.

Today just wasn't the day.

Kurt and Sebastian were surrounded by support, and love, and shoulders to cry on. They had everything they could ever need to feel better, it was up to them now, they had to take responsibility for their emotions, to take advantage of the boxes they were being openly given.

Like a present. A present that you just can't bring yourself to touch yet, wanting to open it on Christmas Eve but.. Knowing it wasn't the right time.. Even if you wanted to open it so badly your fingertips tingled.

Hunter just hoped he would open it this Christmas day.. Tomorrow.. Not next year..

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AN
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