Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 26: Letters

~Those written words meant more than he could ever know~

Kurt was confused.

It had been two weeks since the whole ordeal happened. Blaine was already discharged out of the hospital a week before but he was still confined to bed rest until his injuries heal, much to Blaine’s chagrin. Cooper stayed at home more often since then and fussed over Blaine as if he had just survived war. But in a way, Kurt could understand how Cooper felt. Losing a brother was not a nice thought to ponder about.

Kurt had been attending three counseling sessions so far and while he still refrained from talking about the hard parts, the session had gone pretty well. But Dr.Conners had asked him to promise her to talk about the harder parts sooner or later and Kurt hesitantly gave her his word. It was a matter of time after all.

There was, however, something wrong. With Sebastian, he meant. Ever since a couple of weeks ago, just a day since Blaine woke up from his coma, Sebastian had been strangely off. He was friendly, in his own sarcastic way, but he seemed to avoid Kurt. It was not obvious- Sebastian was anything but obvious, after all- but Kurt noticed it all the same. Their conversations became slightly shorter and maybe, just a little bit hurried and there were times when Sebastian avoided looking directly at him.

It frustrated him for some reason, but there was nothing he could do about it without prying into Sebastian’s business.

He was sitting in the counselor’s office that Monday, facing the woman with a calm expression on his face. The doctor offered a warm smile and began taking out her writing pad as usual. She uncapped her pen to write something- Kurt assumed it was the day’s date or something- before she returned her focus on him.

“Hello again, Kurt. How are you feeling today?” she asked.

Kurt shrugged. “Okay,”

“You seemed better than before,” Dr. Conners noted with a smile. “That’s good,”

“I suppose,”

“Have you been sleeping well?”

“…”

“Remember, the truth is always the best option, Kurt,” Dr. Conners reminded gently when she saw Kurt’s hesitation.

“The nightmares are still there,” Kurt admitted with a sigh. “But they subsided a bit and weren’t as bad as before. I got more sleep,”

“And your appetite? During your previous sessions, you told me that you had trouble eating,”

“My appetite came back…”

Dr. Conners waited.

“But the food still tasted like ash at times,” Kurt finally said. “I can’t seem to enjoy the meal as much as I wanted to. But I’m eating more regularly now,”

“That’s good,” Dr. Conners nodded. “So…are you ready to talk about the harder things now?”

Kurt hesitated but he nodded in the end. “Not all…but I guess I can start a little,” he muttered

“Take it slow, Kurt,” Dr. Conners. “I know it won’t be easy so you don’t have to rush. Why don’t we start with something easy? Then, when you’re ready, we can move on to the next part, okay?”

“That sounds alright…”

“Okay, then,” Dr. Conners looked at Kurt. “So, the whole ordeal…can you give me one word, just one, to describe it?”

“Terrifying,” Kurt answered without missing a beat.

“Alright,” A scribble. “And how do you feel ever since it happened? When you wake up every morning, do you constantly think of it?”