A/N: I know I have another Kurtbastian fic in the works, but I thought of this and needed to write it.

Kurt had just walked away from Blaine at the fountain in New York City when he bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry." He began picking up the person's dropped books. When he stood up, he froze, recognizing the face of the stranger. The figure stepped back, eyes widening.

"Kurt? Kurt Hummel? Is it really you?" Kurt couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sebastian Smythe in New York, looking really—what was the word for it? Hot. Sebastian's green eyes were magnified by a pair of thick black glasses and his hair fell past his eyes, no longer gelled.

"S-Sebastian, what are you doing here?" Kurt managed to say, snapping out of his reverie.

"I'm studying psychology at NYU," he replied. "Did you get into NYADA?" Kurt shook his head and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine," Kurt stammered, sitting down on a nearby bench.

"No, you're not. I see you're really upset. What happened?" Sebastian sat down next to Kurt and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Blaine…he…he cheated on me." Tears were now falling freely from Kurt's glasz eyes. "He said it's my fault, because I wasn't there."

"What a bitch," Sebastian muttered.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine called, running over. "Sebastian, what…?"

"I don't want to see you," Kurt sniffled.

"Let me explain…," Blaine started to say, but Sebastian stepped in front of Kurt.

"He said he doesn't want to see you," he hissed. "I suggest you leave, Blaine." Blaine folded his arms stubbornly and stood his ground.

"I'm not leaving until I talk to him," Blaine said.

"Is there a problem here?" A police officer asked, strolling by.

"No, Officer, everything's just fine." Blaine put a simpering grin.

"Officer, this man is harassing me and my friend. I asked him nicely to leave us alone, but he refuses."

"Sir, come with me," the officer ordered, taking Blaine by the upper arm. Blaine glared over his shoulder at Sebastian.

"Thank you, Sebastian," Kurt whispered.

"You're welcome. I know I haven't been the nicest guy, but I've changed a lot since February. I'm not the manipulative slut I used to be," Sebastian explained. "Do you want me to take you to wherever you're staying?" Kurt shook his head.

"Blaine will be there," he mumbled.

"Do you want to come to my dorm?" Kurt seemed to think this over before nodding.

"This is nice," Kurt complimented, walking into Sebastian's NYU dorm room. A blond boy sitting at a desk looked up curiously.

"Kurt, this is Christian, my roommate. Chris, this is Kurt. You know, the one I told you about," Sebastian introduced. Christian stood up and extended his hand to Kurt.

"It's nice to meet you, Kurt. Sebastian speaks very highly of you," he said.

"He does?" Kurt raised an eyebrow skeptically and looked at Sebastian, who was blushing.

"Yep, Seb says that your singing is like an angel's," Christian said before Sebastian punched him on the shoulder. "What? You do."

"Get out," Sebastian ordered. "Now."

Christian waved a hand, gathering his books and leaving. "Have fun, boys."

"Out!" Sebastian slammed the door behind Christian. "Chris, he doesn't know what he's talking about. He's a little loose upstairs, if you know what I mean."

"There's obviously more to you than you let on, Sebastian Smythe. What other things do you like about me?" he teased.

"I'm not saying a word," Sebastian said, a smile tugging at his lips. Kurt grinned and moved towards him.

"Come on, spill. Is it my fabulous wardrobe? My perfect skin? Let me guess; it's how bitchy I can be, isn't it?"

"At least you're feeling better," Sebastian remarked. Kurt sighed and flopped down on one of the beds. "I knew you wanted to sleep with me," he joked. Kurt sat up, eyes wide. "That's my bed you're on. Don't worry, I'm joking. I'll set up the air mattress." Sebastian proceeded to pull something out of the closet and plug it in.

"You're still a cock, but you're fun," Kurt said.

"I'm a cock? Well, seeing as how I do love cock, I must agree." Kurt rolled his eyes and sat down on the inflated bed. "We should get to sleep. I got early classes tomorrow."

"Okay. Sebastian?" The tall boy looked over. "Thank you."

"No problem."