Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 5: Tears

~“And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince~

“Sebastian?”

Kurt entered his room rather cautiously that Sunday afternoon. The Hudmels had just arrived home from the funeral about an hour ago. Sebastian had wordlessly got out of the car, waited for the front door to be unlocked and went quietly upstairs to lock himself in Kurt’s room, where he stayed for the rest of the hour. Kurt had not hurt a single sound from the other side of the door and if he had to be honest, he was getting a little worried.

Plus, he really needed to change out of his mourning outfit, like, right now.

“Sebastian, come on, open up!” Kurt knocked on the door repeatedly. “You have no right to lock me out of my own room!”

“How long has it been?” Finn asked as he exited his own room across Kurt’s. He had changed out of his own suit and was now wearing regular jeans and his favorite blue shirt. For once, Kurt envied him. He wanted to change into something comfortable, too, darn it.

“An hour,” Kurt sighed.

“Why can’t you just unlock it with a key?” Finn asked again.

“Because,” Kurt said patiently. “I kept my room key inside the room,”

“Oh,” Finn said simply. “Well, you’re welcome to change in my room if you want. I’m going downstairs anyway,”

Kurt wrinkled his nose. He had nothing against Finn’s room personally; it was just that…it was kind of messy. Okay, really messy. Finn is just like any other typical teenage guy who simply dumped his things on the bed or on the floor, never really cleaned his dirty laundry, had posters of metal bands that looked somewhat very evil and always, always leaving his bed unmade.

On second thought, maybe he did have something against Finn’s room. The unhygienic condition of it, at least.

“That’s nice of you, Finn, but I’d rather wait,”

“You sure?”

“Positive,”

Finn stared at him for a moment before shrugging, making his way down the stairs.

Kurt turned back his attention to his door.

“Sebastian, please open up. Damn it, I need to change. You probably need help getting out of that suit as well, with the sling and all,” When the door still hadn’t opened, Kurt heard something snap. And he was fully sure it was his patience.

“Damn it, Sebastian, open the hell up!” he shouted.

Kurt heard a frustrated sigh, sound of shifting limbs and soft footsteps, before the door finally opened with a soft ‘click’ and Sebastian leaned against the doorway, still in his suit, minus the blazer. His hair was a mess. There were marks on his cheeks that looked like sleep marks. Kurt arched an eyebrow, looking at Sebastian expectantly.

“I was asleep,” Sebastian said curtly, his expression annoyed.

“Really?” Kurt’s tone was acidic. “I would’ve never guessed,” He pushed his way past Sebastian and entered his room. The roll-up mattress was undone and Sebastian’s black blazer was strewn across the floor. “Honestly, you didn’t have to lock the door. I needed to change,” Kurt grumbled as he took out a pair of skinny jeans, a tan sweater and a clean white crisp undershirt from his wardrobe.