A/N: Just a heads up. It gets quite angsty...and I think many of you will strongly NOT like Kurt's behavior.
When Sebastian was rudely woken up by his phone ringing, he was quite hellbent on ignoring it. But when he did check his phone and saw it was Santana, he figured he should take it. He wasn't entirely sure what he was listening to when Santana rambled on, in a mixture of English and Spanish, all a high-pitched blur. Sebastian distanced the phone from himself and waited until the noise died down.
"Now, you're going to repeat that, in English, and at half the speed. And you're going to give me an abbreviated version, sweet and concise. Go," Sebastian growled into the phone, his eyes still closed.
"Go to your computer. Right now."
"I just got up."
"Just do it!" Santana's screeching immediately put Sebastian in a worse mood.
"This better be good..." Sebastian grumbled and shifted out of bed. He rubbed his eyes with a sigh as he waited for his laptop to turn on. "Now what," he growled into the phone.
"Youtube. Type in Ellen, Adam Crawford."
"Seriously? You woke me up just to make me watch Kurt's boytoy on Ellen?"
"No you idiot, just watch the damn thing."
"Fine," Sebastian answered and ended the call. He knew Santana was probably going to bitch at him for that, but he didn't need her yabbering into his ears throughout the entire video. Sebastian did as he was told, mostly to get Santana off his back. He was partly listening and partly drifting in and out of sleep, but stopped and stared at the screen as soon as he listened to Adam talk about who was inevitably Kurt.
"Did he just...?" Sebastian began slowly and moved the cursor so that he could go back and listen to the conversation again. Adam just admitted to being in a relationship with Kurt (albeit the being gay part and the fact that it was Kurt were kept hidden), and the comment section was filled with overly obsessive teenage girls threatening to kill whoever this woman was, multiple speculations regarding who the person was definitely a lot of crying and whining
Sebastian closed the video and opened up google and typed in Adam Crawford.
Sebastian's eyes roamed over the headlines. It seemed like the internet community couldn't get enough of this hot piece of gossip. He hadn't realized that Adam Crawford was this popular. He felt a headache quickly heading his way, and no amount of ibuprofen was going to help him through this one.
Only a few miles away, his friend was wallowing in misery after basically breaking up with Adam without the other party knowing. Then there was Adam who was telling the entire world that he was still very much in love, and very much in a relationship with his friend, completely oblivious to the significance of the ignored phonecalls and texts. Sebastian had a very difficult time trying to figure out which one of the two was the bigger idiot.
Sebastian cursed under his breath and took a quick shower. He then changed into a pair of jeans and a simple grey tee before grabbing his keys and making his way out the door. It was about high time that he did something about at least one of the two morons.
The Hudmel house was silent save for the soft background noise of the TV in the living room. Sebastian used his spare key to the house to welcome himself in (he had been given one for use in the case of emergencies) and spotted Finn sitting on the couch, a blank stare on his face. It was obvious to Sebastian how much Kurt's resistance to eating or socializing with anyone was taking a toll on the poor guy. Unlike Sebastian or Santana, Finn had absolutely no idea why Kurt was behaving this way and wasn't able to get any useful answer out of the other.
"Hey," Sebastian greeted morosely. Finn jerked forward in surprise, his eyes wide.
"Oh. Hey. Didn't hear you come in."
"Yeah. Just thought I'd drop by. How's Kurt?"
"Not much better," Finn answered quietly, his eyes downcast. "Do you know what's going on with Kurt?" he asked, his voice pleading. Sebastian suppressed a frustrated groan. Yes he did know, and Finn was looking so much like a goddamn kicked puppy that it was hard to lie to his face, but he had promised Kurt to keep it a secret, so really, his hands were tied.
"No, not really," Sebastian managed, his voice strained. He knew he could be a scheming, manipulative and sarcastic, but he hated lying. He preferred to just speak the truth and face the consequences, so he really, really didn't want to be doing this right now. Finn let out a heartbreaking sigh and returned to the TV.
Sebastian watched Finn for a couple more seconds before heading upstairs. He didn't even bother knocking before entering.
Kurt looked horrible. There really was no better way to describe it. His already pale face had gotten a shade paler, his cheeks starting to hollow. His eyes were dull, with only emotions remaining being sadness, and it made something in Sebastian twist painfully.
"Kurt, there's something you have to watch," Sebastian began, pulling his phone out. He quickly typed in Ellen, Adam Crawford into youtube and pushed the phone in front of his friend's face. "Seriously, watch it."
As soon as he heard Adam's familiar accent and voice, Kurt's eyes involuntarily moved to the screen, but he shut them immediately as if the very notion of seeing the other man's face was painful for him. Sebastian kept the phone held up anyway, knowing that just listening to it was going to get the message across.
Kurt sat still even when the video was over, and Sebastian almost felt bad. Almost. Kurt looked absolutely miserable as he looked out the window, his eyes red and brimming with unshed tears.
"This is ridiculous," Sebastian muttered, raking his fingers through his hair. He was getting sick and tired of all the moping around, especially when it wasn't even as if Adam broke up with Kurt. If the specific episode of the Ellen Show was any indication, Adam wasn't going anywhere.
"Listen up, Hummel," Sebastian growled. "This shit right here needs to stop. You're going to call him back, right now, and talk to him. If you still want to break it off, at least tell him yourself instead of just ignoring him. I get that you don't want to tell him the truth, blah blah, but he at least deserves to know when he's dumped, especially when he was willing to talk about you on national television."
Kurt winced at the word "dumped" and dropped his head.
"I can't call him." Kurt's voice was raspy and hoarse. Probably from hours or crying.
"Yes you can, pick up the damn phone and dial his number. I know you haven't deleted it."
"But what if-"
"If you're going to give me the oh, I can't call because then I'll miss him too much and then I won't be able to break it up boohoo bullshit, I will shove you into a box and deliver you to his place, all paid for."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, knowing that was exactly what Kurt had in mind. His friend was now staring at him, his mouth gaping like a goldfish.
"But because I decided to be nice this year, I'm not going to. Not yet anyway, but keep in mind that my resolution is open for amendments, so you better call him as soon as I leave this room. And I will be coming back to check, with Santana next time," Sebastian warned before storming out the door, not forgetting to shoot his friend another pointed look before exiting. Kurt stared at his phone currently lying on his desk.
He wanted to hear Adam's voice again. Listen to the sound of his playful laughs. He wanted to tell Adam that he missed him. He wanted to make plans for when they saw each other again and talk about everything and nothing all through the night. He wanted to cheer his boyfriend on when he was on TV, listen to his albums and tease him about the Ellen Show episode, but he couldn't bring himself to do any of it.
He was taking higher dosage of all his medications. He was growing increasingly tired at an alarming rate. Waking up was hell for him, almost as bad as trying to not think about Adam before falling asleep. Dr. Crawford's smiles were strained when he saw Kurt, and he instinctively knew what it meant. The doctor's usual optimistic words were replaced with warnings and instructions, and as minutes went by, Kurt knew he didn't have much left.
If he was a selfish person by nature, he would have whined and cried for Adam to stay by his side until the very end. He wouldn't even have let the singer leave Lima if he could help it. But no, he simply wasn't that type of person, and he still believed that Adam deserved so much better.
Kurt gingerly inched towards the corner of the bed and set his feet down onto the floor. The carpet beneath felt almost foreign as he pushed himself upwards into a standing position. He took a step forward, and then another, moving closer to the phone that had long been shut off. Kurt picked it up, weighing it in his hand. With shaky hands, he turned it on and suppressed the welling tears as evidence of Adam's desperate attempts to get in contact with him showed up on the screen. He opened the latest one which simply read I miss you, and he couldn't do it anymore.
He began texting a reply, writing a word and deleting it, repeating the process over and over again. He managed to type out I miss, before he felt the all too familiar tightening in his chest, as if someone was sitting on top of him. He tried to inhale slowly but failed miserably, because he knew that he only had a few seconds before a total black out. He fumbled with the phone, going back to the main screen to dial 911. He managed to touch the green call button, when blackness consumed him.
Finn jumped at the sudden thump resounding throughout the house. It was loud. It sounded like...
Finn pushed himself off the couch immediately, tripping over furniture and slamming against the wall, but that didn't stop him from running up the stairs. He didn't even register the pain, because all he could think about was if Kurt was OK. Finn leaped up the staircase, taking three at a time, not stopping until he was barreling into his step-brother's name calling Kurt's name. His eyes fell on the small figure lying crumpled on the floor.
It made Finn's blood run cold. He stood, completely frozen in panic. He had to remind himself that he needed to move. He had to do something. He had to-
"Kurt! Kurt!" Finn called out a couple more times as he landed on his knees besides Kurt. His hands hovered around the other helplessly for a brief moment before he recalled what he had to do. He just had to do what both Burt and his mother taught him to do in a situation like this. With a determined expression, Finn carefully turned Kurt around onto his back and began to check for signs of breathing. There was something.
Then he registered small noises coming from next to him and spotted Kurt's phone still turned on, a 911 operator's voice flowing through the device. Finn snatched it up immediately and began explaining the situation, stuttering along the way, because really, he felt so light-headed that he was pretty sure that he was going to throw up all over the carpet. His hands were shaking, his eyes continuously darting back and forth between Kurt and the door, as if he was expecting someone to come through and help him any minute now.
Finn wrapped his arms around Kurt and cradled his limp body. He didn't know what else to do.
It had been four days since Kurt woke up on the hospital bed.
Dr. Crawford refused to allow Kurt's discharge, claiming that a few more days should be allowed to make sure he was really OK. Kurt had been vehemently against the idea, but no one was willing to listen. Finn was still shaken up and was spending long hours moping around the house. Even when he was in the hospital, he'd stay in the room only for a little bit before walking out the hospital with a vacant expression. Both Burt and Carole were on the brink of a nervous breakdown, doing their best to pretend as if everything was going to be alright.
Santana continued to switch back and forth between cracking jokes at her friend and then going home and crying until she fell asleep. She was behaving especially biting and insulting, but Sebastian was too preoccupied with dealing with his own emotions to pay too much attention.
Sebastian watched his friend's sleeping figure in silence. He was so tired, and not just physical. He felt as if he was also drained emotionally and mentally. The past few days had been nothing short of living in hell, and some days, he found it hard to breathe. Kurt's heart was giving up on him much quicker than he was prepared to face, no matter how much he had braced himself for this.
Sebastian jumped at the sudden voice and turned to face Kurt, who was now staring at him with a weak smile.
"Morning, asshole," Sebastian greeted back with a smirk, putting on his best effort to look as if he wasn't on the brink of a total emotional meltdown.
"That's rich, coming from you."
"You finally beat me at something. Being the biggest fuckin' asshole. Congratulations."
"Ha ha. Where's Santana?"
"She just left to get some stuff."
"You sure she wasn't kicked out for insulting the nurses?" Kurt asked with a lop-sided grin. Santana had become sort of a legend around the hospital, demanding that the nurses give Kurt their undivided attention and threatening them with both physical and mental damage if anything were to happen to her friend. It was both endearing and embarrassing to listen to, but Kurt appreciated her strange show of affection either way.
"Please, as if anyone can get rid of her," Sebastian answered with a roll of his eyes. He then straightened up, bracing himself for the impact as he shared the next piece of information. "Adam's coming back this Friday."
Kurt flinched, but didn't say anything. His smile faltered slowly, and he looked as if he was going to cry any time soon, which made Sebastian wish that he had maybe told him like an hour before the singer's arrival.
"Oh..." Kurt breathed, unblinking.
"And he's going to want to see you."
"Sebastian," Kurt began slowly, his voice eerily calm. "You're right."
"I'm always right, but I'm not sure which you're referring to."
"You said I should make it clear to him."
"I'm not liking where this is going..."
"And you're right. I'm going to see him and tell him in person that we can't see each other anymore."
"Uh, how about no."
"You were the only who suggested it!" Kurt hissed, not liking Sebastian's reaction. He had spent the last four days going over this in his head until it nearly drove him insane, and it had taken so much out of him to come to the conclusion. He just wished that his best friend would be a little bit more supportive of his decision.
"Yeah, but that was supposed to be reverse psychology. You were supposed to think about it and realize you'd rather just stay with Adam and do just that."
"You were trying to trick me into getting back together with Adam?" Kurt hissed, his shoulders tense with rapidly building anger.
"Will you get over youself?" It was Santana by the door, looking just as angry as Kurt. "What did you expect him to do? Hold your hand while you cry and tell me about how much you miss him? Sure, any friend can do that, but Kurt, we're not just a friend. We're the kind of friend that actually tries fix shit instead of listening to you cry about it."
"There's no fixing this. Do you not see where we are? I've been in this damn place for 4 days now, I don't even know if I'm going to be discharged anytime soon. And even if I did, then what? I end up here again, longer and longer each time..."
"So you're really going to break up with him. And you honestly expect him to believe you?"
"He will. If I say I'm with Sebastian."
Sebastian blinked and waited for the statement to sink. Of all the stupid thing that have come out of Kurt's mouth... He wasn't even angry. He just laughed. Laughed drily at the absurdity of the idea, ignoring the offended look on his friend's face.
"Wow, good one, Hummel. Really."
"And I'm starting to get seriously annoyed."
"Sebastian! What part of all this are you not understanding?" Kurt yelled, now tearful. "I'm going to die and it's already enough that my family, you and Santana have to watch it happen. I'm not letting anyone else go through it!"
Sebastian and Santana stopped and felt as if there was no longer oxygen in the room.
Sebastian groaned at Santana's piercing voice, ridden with accusation.
"I didn't have a choice."
"Let me get this straight. You're actually going to agree to letting Kurt tell Adam that you two are together now?" the Latina asked rhetorically, her shoulders tense from all the pent up anger. "Are you insane?"
"I don't want to do this either."
"Then don't do it."
"Do you think I'd agree to this if I thought I had any other options?"
"This is so fucked up," Santana breathed into her hands as she covered her face with them. "...I can't. I just can't. Wow, I can't."
"You're not the one who has to do it."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Jesus, no I don't want to do this. Of course I don't. But Kurt made me promise as his final wish. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?"
Santana stilled and nodded, looking even more shell-shocked than before. Sebastian grimaced at his words. Last wish. It made him want to punch a hole through a wall.