Designated Driver (Kurtbastian)

Chapter Eight

It had been a week since Sectionals. And a week since Kurt had seen or heard from Sebastian. And he was worried, because he had talked to Jeff, and he said that Sebastian hadn't gotten out of bed in the past week and whenever Jeff tried to get him out of bed, Sebastian would flip him off and tell him to tell the teachers that he was sick. So, Kurt was going over to Dalton to figure out what the hell was going on with Sebastian.
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"Sebastian, open up this door right now!" Kurt pounded against Sebastian's door, hoping that no one was hearing the ruckus he was making. After five minutes and no luck, Kurt yelled again. "Sebastian Bartholomew Smythe, if you don't open this door right now, I am going to knock it down!"

And that got Sebastian to open the door. Right as Kurt saw the door move slightly, he went for it, storming into the dorm room. He heard the door close and turned toward Sebastian, ready to give him hell for ignoring him and turning into a recluse, but his angry expression turned into one of concern when he saw how disheveled the green eyed boy looked.

Sebastian was wearing a Dalton sweatshirt paired with a pair of sweatpants. His hair was everywhere and his eyes were red, as if he had spent the day crying. He was averting Kurt's gaze, like he was embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Kurt stepped toward the boy, who looked toward the floor. "Sebastian, tell me."

"It's n-nothing Kurt, just go." He walked passed Kurt and dropped down onto his bed, leaning back onto his pillow and pulling the covers over his head.

"I am not leaving until you tell me what's wrong." Kurt stomped over to the bed, plopped down next to the lump under the comforter that he assumed was Sebastian and pulled them back so he could see the green eyed boy's face.

All of a sudden, Sebastian's sad eyes turned cold and he shot up and glared at Kurt. "Look, I'm not some pathetic wimp who needs to share his feelings with the first person who confronts him. I'm not you, I don't need a shoulder to cry on, especially not someone who is even less emotionally stable than I am. So, you can leave. I don't need you."
Kurt reeled back as if he had been slapped. He hadn't expected the rude and hurtful Sebastian to appear, not since they started texting, hanging out, supporting each other, not since Kurt thought there could have been something between them.

"I'm sorry," Kurt winced at how his voice shook. He stood up and walked to the door. "I'll leave."

He heard a big sigh from Sebastian before the Warbler spoke. "Kurt, wait, I'm sorry for snapping, I didn't mean it. I'm just not in a good place right now, and I'm not used to people caring about me."

Kurt turned around and sat down next to Sebastian. "It's okay, I understand. If you don't want to talk about it, I'll just stay here, if you want."

"Can you just lay here with me?" Sebastian sounded so defeated that Kurt hoped he could help the boy feel better.

"Y-yeah, of course." Kurt hoped Sebastian didn't notice the nervousness he felt at laying down with the boy.

Kurt kicked his shoes off before getting under the comforter and leaning back. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do next, until Sebastian hesitantly wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and rested his head on his chest. Their positions were reversed from the time Kurt told Sebastian about his mom, and while he didn't like the fact that Sebastian was upset, Kurt was glad that he could comfort the boy.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Sebastian and didn't move anymore until he felt a wet spot start to grow on his chest and heard Sebastian's sobs. He ran his hands down the boy's back, making shushing sounds.

It felt odd seeing the usually so arrogant boy turn into this vulnerable, sad one.

As Sebastian's sobs started to subside, he started to speak. "Y-you don't know this, but I had an older b-brother, Charlie." He took a deep breath. "He was three years older than me, and was usually m-my only friend. I looked up to him a-and he took care of me. We were in France, when he was a senior and I was a freshman, w-when I started to notice that something was different.

"He rarely w-went out with his friends, he quit lacrosse, his favorite sport, and became closed off and barely talked to me. I t-thought he was just going through a phase, s-so I brushed it off and put h-his behavior in the back of my mind." Sebastian's breathing started to quicken and Kurt wrapped his arms around him tighter. "B-but one night, my p-parents and I came home from dinner, three y-years ago yesterday. Charlie had said he had h-homework and d-didn't go. I-I went up to his room to say hi, b-but when I got t-there..." Sebastian's sobs grew louder as he tried to finish the rest of his story. "H-he was o-on the bed and... t-there was an empty p-pill b-bottle in h-his hand..."
Sebastian clutched Kurt tighter, his sobs growing louder. "I s-should have d-done something... I-I should have known."

"Oh, 'Bas, it's not your fault." Kurt whispered, trying to get the boy to calm down.

"Yes it is! I should h-have..." Sebastian started to hyperventilate as Kurt tried to get his breathing to slow down.

Eventually, Sebastian fell asleep. Kurt ran his fingers through the Warbler's hair before checking the time. It was already eight, so he decided to text his father, saying that he was staying over at Mercedes'. He then joined Sebastian in slumber.
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"Wow," Kurt sighed. "It's been so long since I've been here."

Sebastian glanced around the Dalton cafeteria, glad that there was no one there in the Warblers who would report back to Blanderson that Kurt had spent the night.

That morning, Sebastian had woken up slightly exhausted, but comfortable. Who knew that Kurt Hummel's chest was the best pillow? Discovering that they had fallen asleep together earlier had been a lot less awkward than the first time. Sebastian had laughed and Kurt had blushed, but still smiled, and they had spent a while just lying there and talking. They didn't address what had happened the night before, but Sebastian thought they didn't need to.

"Well, the food is definitely better than anything that public school of yours could come up with." Sebastian smirked.

"That's for sure."

They spent the rest of breakfast talking, before Kurt had to leave. Sebastian walked Kurt to his car and before he got in, he gave Kurt a hug, thanking him for the night before. The hug lasted slightly longer than a normal hug between friends, but Kurt didn't seem to mind. Sebastian surely didn't.

Sebastian walked back to Dalton with a spring in his step, the thought that he could be falling for Kurt not crossing his mind.