Broken

XXXVI

POV: Sebastian

How can I completely screw up and be happier than I've ever been at the same time (although, that isn't saying much)?

As soon as we get to Dalton, I rush to find Kurt. I can't believe, that of all things I could I have done, I slung my arm over his shoulder. I touched him.

I could have done a number of things, and yet I did the worst thing I possibly could.

"Hey." Hunter lays a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We'll find him."

I sigh. "I know, I just feel so bad. I completely screwed up."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You didn't know any better. Literally."

I chuckled softly. "By the way, what happened to 'not even remotely bi-curious' Hunter Clarington?"

"I'm not remotely bi-curious. I'm straight-up gay," he responds, pressing a kiss to my jaw.

I'm about to respond but I see Kurt at the intersection of the halls. "Found him," I say, walking towards him as fast as I can without looking suspicious.

"Sebastian. Where'd you go?" he asks, seeing me.

"I am so, so sorry, Kurt. I, my memory was gone, I completely forg-"

"Wait, your memory's back?!" he interrupts excitedly.

I nod, smiling. "Yeah. Yeah, it's back."

"Oh, thank god. I missed having someone to talk to so badly. Without you, it's like before, when there was nobod-"

"Kurt." I say lowly, turning serious. "When I was gone, you didn't..." I trail off, my question answered by the fall of his smile and how his eyes flicker to his wrist.

"I don't know, I needed to talk to someone, but I couldn't, so-"

"So you relapsed," I finish for him. He hangs his head. "Hey, I'm not mad at you. I'm here now, alright? We can get through this together."