Sorry about the wait, I said a month, I mean 3 months... yeah... I'm really bad at updates.

Well, hopefully you'll enjoy this.

Follow Me Down

"You know, Brenda, if you stop impersonating your cat, we might actually start going somewhere with this scene."

Brenda frowned at Nick, "Only trying to lighten the mood."

Nick sighed before checking the door again; Kurt was running 15 minutes late and hadn't answered his phone.

"Nick, I don't think Kurt's coming." Sebastian mumbled, staring at his script with a bored expression, "We rehearsed a few days ago anyway."

Nick whipped his head around to look at Sebastian with an annoyed glare, "I realize that, but it's been more than a month we've been in this production and none of us have read through without the script."

"I really don't…"

Sebastian was interrupted as Kurt burst through the door with a tired, upset look.

"It's happened again."

Sebastian got up quickly, "What has?"

"The script! My script is gone…" Kurt exclaimed, "No… actually, it's not my script, the writer let me borrow the other copy! I lost the copy of a script that I already lost!"

"You've got to be kidding me?!" Nick also looked panicked, "When did you last have it?"

"The last time we rehearsed…"

"You haven't checked your bag for it until today?!" Nick fell back onto the sofa, "Do you guys even care about this play?"

Sebastian looked at Nick then back to Kurt, he paused before grabbing Kurt's hand and taking him outside the room. Kurt watched him with confusion before pulling his hand away.

"What is it?"

"Let me help you."

"Again?" Kurt looked confused but soon started to frown, "Is this some kind of a joke?"

"What, no…"

"I don't understand why you're acting the way you are." Kurt said, "Are you trying to joke with me?"

"No, Kurt."

"Because if you are, I swear to…"

"Kurt!" Sebastian said firmly, "I'm acting the way I am because… well." His face softened but he was voice was still clear, "You're not that bad of a guy."

Kurt laughed, "Not that bad of a guy? Oh sure…"

"I'm serious." He replied.

Kurt eyed him, "Then why do you constantly make fun of me?"

"Because you were annoying." He answered, "You still are… but I guess I'm warming up to you and, well, I enjoy hanging out with you." Sebastian had a calm expression, "And I would like it if you felt the same way."

Kurt paused, stuttering slightly, "Are you saying that you want to…?"

"Be friends? Yes. I'm not saying that I'm tired of us shouting constant remarks at each other, that's actually fun. But I'm saying I don't want you to take those remarks too seriously and..." Sebastian sighed, "I would like to help you; you're clearly struggling with this play."

A long pause followed his request and they stood looking at each other. Sebastian started to feel uncomfortable as Kurt watched him, pondering on what he should say next.

Kurt, after staring at Sebastian's nervous face for a few seconds, finally gave in, "Fine, I'll let you help me."

Sebastian smirked, "Thanks."

Kurt smirked back, "Anytime, meerkat."

"Good to know, Kate Bush."

They made their way back to the living room. Nick looked at them both before saying,

"You can share my script for today." He offered, "'A Mad Tea Party'. We better start setting the scene for this."

Nick took them to the kitchen and moved his chairs around the table in the middle of the room. He took a few cups and plates out of the cupboard and set them down. Everyone but Brenda sat down.

Nick placed his script on the table between him and Kurt,

"Shall we begin?"

Alice travelled through the woods to find a large table under a tree in front of a house. There sitting was a hare, a dormouse and a man with a giant hat having tea. The dormouse was using his cup as a cushion as he slept on it.

"That doesn't look very comfortable." Alice mumbled to herself, "Only, it's asleep so I suppose it doesn't mind."

They were all crowded around a small spot at the end of the table and as Alice moved towards them, they all looked up,

"No room! No room!" They all cried.

"There's plenty of room!" She argued as she sat down in an armchair.

"It's not civil of you to sit down without being invited." The March Hare retorted.

"I didn't know it was your table." Alice replied, "It's laid for more than three."

Before the March Hare could reply, the Mad Hatter rudely interrupted, "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

Alice looked puzzled, "I believe I can guess that."

"Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?" The March Hare said with bright eyes.

Alice spoke calmly, "Exactly so."

"Then you should say what you mean." He went on.

"I do… at least I mean what I say, that's the same thing, you know."

The March Hare nodded before the Hatter pushed him away from her, "Not the same thing a bit!" He argued, "You might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"

He stared sternly at the March Hare until he hesitantly also argued with Alice, "You might just as well say that 'I like what I get' is the same thing as 'I get what I like."

"You might just as well say." The Dormouse mumbled into his teacup, "That 'I breathe when I sleep' is the same thing as 'I sleep when I breathe'…"

The Hatter looked proud, "It is the same with you."

Alice glanced at the March Hare, slightly annoyed.

"What day of the month is it?" Alice turned to the Hatter, who had his pocket watch out.

"The fourth." She answered.

"Two days wrong!" The Hatter sighed and glared at the March Hare, "I told you butter wouldn't suit the works!"

The Hare flinched but shouted back, "It was the best butter!"

"Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well!" The Hatter stood up, towering over the Hare, "You shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife!"

The Hare seemed nervous, he looked at the watch and murmured, "It was the best butter, you know."

Alice watched the two with concern and tried to distract them, "What a funny watch, it tells the day of the month and doesn't tell what o'clock it is."

"Why should it?" The Hatter slumped back into his seat, "Does your watch tell you what year it is?"

"Of course not." Alice replied, "But that's because it stays the same year for such a long time."

"Which is just the case with mine." The Hatter remarked, "Have you guessed the riddle yet?"

She looked puzzled again but said, "No, I give it up. What's the answer?"

"I haven't the slightest idea." The Hatter replied, smiling.

"Nor I." The March Hare mumbled.

Alice sighed wearily, "I think you do something better with the time than waste it asking riddles that have no answers."

"If you knew Time as well as I do you wouldn't talk about wasting it."

"I don't know what you mean." She replied

"Of course you don't!" The Hatter said loudly, "I dare say you never even spoke to Time!"

"Perhaps not." Alice cautiously spoke, scared she might anger him, "But I know I have to beat time when I learn music."

"Ah! That accounts for it! He won't stand beating. Suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half past one, time for dinner!"

"I only wish it was." The March Hare whispered, careful not to be noticed by the Hatter

"That would be grand." She said thoughtfully, "But then, I shouldn't be hungry for it."

"Not at first. But you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked."

"Is that the way you manage?" Alice asked.

The Hatter paused before shaking his head, "Not I. We quarrelled last March… just before he went mad, you know." He pointed with his teaspoon at the March Hare, "It was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing."

He stood up on the table and sung to Alice,

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!

Up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky!

Twinkle, twinkle…"

The Dormouse was woken up by the music and began to sing tiredly, "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle…" He fell asleep again.

The Hatter paused to stare at the Dormouse before carrying on, "Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, 'He's murdering the time! Off with his head!'"

Alice's eyes widened, "How dreadfully savage!"

"And ever since that." The Hatter said mournfully, "He won't do a thing I ask. It's always six o'clock now."

Alice thought for a moment before speaking, "Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here."

"Yes." He said with a sigh as he sat down, "It's always tea-time and we've no time to wash the things between whiles."

"Then you keep moving around, I suppose?"

"Exactly so... as the things get used up."

"But what happens when you come to the beginning again?" Alice asked.

"Suppose we change the subject." The March Hare interrupted quietly, "I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story."

"I'm afraid I don't know one."

"Then the Dormouse shall!" They both cried and pinched the Dormouse, "Wake up!"

The Dormouse woke with a start, shouting, "I wasn't asleep!"

"Tell us a story!" The March Hare said excitedly.

"Yes, please do!" Alice pleaded.

"And be quick about it." The Hatter said, "Or you'll be asleep again before it's done."

The Dormouse spoke quickly,

"Once upon a time there were three little sisters and their names were Elsie, Lacie and Tillie and they lived at the bottom of a well. They lived on treacle…"

"They'd have been ill." Alice gently interrupted.

"So they were. Very ill." The Dormouse added

"But why did they live at the bottom of a well?"

"Take some more tea." The March Hare offered kindly.

"I've had nothing yet." She said, "So I can't take more."

"You mean you can't take less." The Hatter remarked, "It's very easy to take more than nothing."

"Nobody asked your opinion!" Alice retorted, taking some tea and some bread and butter before turning back to the Dormouse, "Why did they live at the bottom of a well?"

The Dormouse stayed silent, thinking hard before saying, "It was a treacle-well."

"There's no such thing!" Alice answered before getting a 'Sh!' from both the Hatter and the March Hare.

"And so there were three little sisters…" The Dormouse carried on, "They were learning how to draw…"

"What did they draw?" She asked.


Alice put her head in her hand before the Hatter shouted, "I want a clean cup, let's all move one place on."

The Hatter grabbed the March Hare by the arm and the March Hare grabbed the Dormouse and they moved down one, Alice followed and sat down, unwillingly, in the March Hare's former seat.

"They were learning to draw." The Dormouse carried on, yawning and rubbing his eyes, "And they drew all manner of things, everything that begins with an M…"

He dozed off for a moment before getting pinched by the Hatter and woke with a shriek before continuing, "Such as mouse-traps, the moon, memory, muchness. Did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?

"Really, now you ask me." Alice said with confusion, "I don't think…"

"Then you shouldn't talk."

That was the last Alice could take of them and so, she walked off. She looked back a couple of times to see the Dormouse falling asleep again and the Hatter and the March Hare arguing, as if they hadn't noticed that she left.

The last time she saw them, the two were trying to put the Dormouse into a teapot.

"At any rate I'll never go there again." She mumbled angrily, "It's the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life."

Nick looked at Kurt and Sebastian after the scene, "Good. Very good."

Brenda raised her eyebrows, "I could use a bit more anger."

"I'm a little exhausted to feel any emotion right now." Kurt mumbled.

Nick got up, "Well, there's something there that works. Either you guys really know how to act or there is some chemistry between you…"

"Don't start getting all sweet about this." Sebastian interrupted, "We're supposed to be miserable in the relationship."

"Yeah… okay, get angry and all that." Nick murmured, "But try to have that chemistry at the end of the show. It could be very effective."

Two day's after the rehearsal at Nick's house, Kurt was tired. He had spent most of the day calling a lot people from the cast to ask if he could borrow their script. Everyone was learning their lines so none of them could give it away. Sebastian claimed to have sent an email that had Kurt's lines but it never came.

He tried to call the writer but it was no use as the writer had more important things to do. Eventually Chandler, due to having learnt all of his line quickly, managed to come to Kurt's house in the evening and give his script away.

Kurt thanked Chandler before slamming the door; he only had a few days till the next stage rehearsal and was terrified of how the director might react to his inadequacy.

Kurt sat in his living room, flicking through the script and highlighting his lines. Before he could even start, his mobile phone rang in his pocket.

He sighed before answering it, "Hello?"

"Hey, Kurt."

Kurt paused at the sound of Blaine's voice, "…Hi, Blaine."

"Listen, I would love it if you could come over tonight. Maybe you could stay the whole night and morning."

"I'm sorry, Blaine, I really need to rehearse."

"You are always rehearsing."

Kurt paused, "I'm sorry."

"Why do you keep blowing me off?" Blaine asked.

"I've told you before, this play means a lot to me, I can't screw it up by not learning my lines."

"Well… how about tomorrow?"

"I'm…" Kurt paused again, wondering whether he should tell Blaine the truth.

"You're what?"

"I might be seeing someone at the coffee shop. We need to discuss how we're going to perform…"

"Who is it?" Blaine asked before he could finish, "Is this about the play again?" Kurt heard him sigh, "This is getting extremely annoying, Kurt."

He closed his eyes as he spoke, feeling tired, "Yes, it is about the play. Sebastian wanted me to…"

"Sebastian!" Blaine shouted down the phone, "What? Why? You two hate each other!"

"You're over-reacting. I just want to talk to him." He explained, "We decided that we're tired of attacking each other."

"You've got to be kidding me. You're ditching me for Sebastian."

"I'm tired, Blaine, I'm hanging up now."

Blaine started to speak quicker, "Don't! I'm just saying you shouldn't trust Sebastian and giving this play all your time, it's not worth it. You need to stop…"

Kurt hung up and leaned back onto the sofa. He turned his head to the script and groaned softly,

"I'll learn my lines tomorrow."

Sebastian was staring down at his coffee when Kurt sat down opposite to him,


"Hi." He looked up and sneered, "God, what happened to you?"

Kurt snorted, "A simple 'how are you?' would be nice."

Sebastian pointed at him with a slightly concerned face, "I'm sorry but are you hung-over? You look terrible."

"Thank you." He said sarcastically, "Yesterday was a bad day. I didn't get your email and Blaine was being tiresome."

"I did send you it." Sebastian answered, "Do you need to borrow mine for tonight."

"No, I've got Chandler's." He sighed, "But I'm getting sick of this. I'm feeling like a broken record. Having to repeat myself to different people and all these problems just eating at me ever since I started this play."

"You're just hormonal." Sebastian joked, "Nothing is eating at you, the play is very stressful."

"If that's the case, why don't I just quit?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "No."

Kurt paused, trying to find an excuse, "But it would make Blaine happy."

"Screw Blaine."

"Why don't you, if you love him so much?"

Sebastian looked shocked before chuckling, "Well done at making your first innuendo."

"It's not the first time." Kurt retorted, glaring.

Sebastian laughed even more, "Calm down, Kurt."

"Calm down?" He questioned, "I am calm!"

"Alright then." Sebastian held his hands up, surrendering, "You're calm."


They sat in silence for a moment before Sebastian spoke up again.

"Are you happy with Blaine?"

Kurt looked confused, "Sorry?"

"Are you happy with Blaine?" He asked again, "You seem to be rather angry with him lately."

"He's just being very…"


Kurt fidgeted, "Yeah." He spoke with a low voice, "But I am getting way too involved in this play."

"You should be, it's a good part. Why would you want to ruin your chances of performing it?"

"I want to make him happy." Kurt said honestly.

"That's not fair on you." Sebastian spoke softly.

"This isn't about me." Kurt replied, "He's the one who didn't get the part he wished for and I'm making things worse by not paying as much attention to him than I used to."

"Doesn't he understand how you feel though?' He asked, "This obviously means a lot to you. Right?"

"Yes but…" Kurt sighed, "Maybe I'm in the wrong here, maybe I should quit the show."

"Don't even think about it."

Kurt was taken aback by Sebastian's harsh tone,

"But it might be better for Blaine…"

"Kurt, don't quit the show for him." He said sternly, "Don't let anyone pressure you into doing something you don't want to do."

"But it could stop all this sabotage happening, I may not be the only one having this problem…"

"Do you enjoy performing in this play?"

"What? Yes, of course I do." Kurt answered, "Other than the sabotage and relationship troubles I enjoy performing and meeting different people…"

"Then don't quit." Sebastian replied, "You enjoy this. So don't quit."


"End of discussion."

Kurt lowered his eyebrows as Sebastian starred down at his coffee,

"I'm sorr…"

"You don't need to apologize." Sebastian mumbled, "It's fine."

Kurt sat in silence for a while before smiling,

"Thanks for the advice."

Sebastian glanced up, "No problem."

Honestly hope you enjoyed this, thanks for reading.

Peace out.