June 2013

“Go away, I’m pissed at you,” Sebastian grumbles into his pillow as Blaine continues to poke him in the back and shoulder.

“Come on, sleeping beauty, it’s time to greet the day. You only have a few more weeks, and then me and Kurt move back to New York.”

“Without me,” Sebastian grumbles again. “Which is also conveniently the reason why I’m pissed at you.”

“Not my fault that you’re a year younger than me,” Blaine replies and jumps onto Sebastian’s bed, Kurt laughing from the doorway.

“You know he’s not going to stop until you give him what he wants,” Kurt says with a grin, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh my god, what are you even doing here?” Sebastian rolls onto his back, and sighs at Blaine’s smiling face above him.

“Did you really just ignore the possibility for an innuendo?” Kurt asks, a mixture of shock and amusement lacing the tone of his voice. “I think I’ve finally seen it all.”

“Come on. We’re kidnapping you for coffee.”

“None of us are even children anymore, Blaine,” Sebastian says.

Kurt rolls his eyes, “That’s exactly what I said, but he doesn’t listen.”

“Then you should take him home, tie him to your own bed, and punish him. Just go do your stupid little relationship thing away from me.”

Sebastian tries to roll over, but Blaine presses his knees to Sebastian’s chest, “You don’t fool me, Seb.”

“Of course I do. I’m a mystery to everyone. It’s part of my worldly charm.”

Kurt snorts and hops onto the bed next to Blaine and pats Sebastian’s t-shirt covered chest, “You just keep thinking that, Smythe. Also, nice to know that you don’t sleep naked or this meeting would have been a lot more awkward.”

“Because having two gay attractive men, who aren’t the least bit interested in me sexually in my bed isn’t already awkward in the slightest.”

“Will you please get dressed and please come get coffee with us?” Blaine pouts, ignoring Kurt and Sebastian’s conversation. “Free coffee!”

Sebastian rolls his eyes at Blaine’s enthusiasm, “Fine. Free coffee. You are far too excitable in the morning.”

“It’s noon.”

June 2017

“I haven’t seen Sebastian since—god, has it really been four years in August?” Blaine wipes a hand over his face and exhales heavily. “I haven’t really talked to him since his graduation, and even that was rocky.”

“It isn’t our fault we lost touch, B,” Kurt says softly, but even he doesn’t really believe the statement either.

“Isn’t it? We move away and promise to keep in touch, and despite a few emails and text messages we broke our promise.”

“Friendships are a two way street.”

Blaine sighs, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s torso, “I know. I know, but I still feel responsible. I want to go back when he can have visitors. I just—I can’t leave him like that now.”

“Blaine, there’s nothing you can—“

“I can be his friend. We can be his friends. We were at one point. If anything we owe him that much, Kurt.”

Kurt doesn’t speak, but Blaine can feel him nod slowly after a moment of silence, “We’ll call tomorrow and see when we can visit him okay?”

“Kay,” Blaine says and stifles a yawn. Kurt laughs and presses a kiss to the top of his boyfriend’s hair. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Kurt replies and they kiss lazily for a few moments before Kurt pulls him up off of their living room couch. “Let’s go to bed. You look and sound exhausted.”

The next morning Blaine wakes to the smell of coffee, pancakes, and the sound of Santana laughing in the kitchen. Kurt’s spot on the bed is empty and cold so Blaine rolls off of the bed with a groan and heads towards the kitchen.

“Good afternoon, Frodo,” Santana smiles and ruffles Blaine’s hair as he passes her barstool to get at the orange juice in the fridge. “Nice of you to join the living.”

Blaine stiffens and even though the comment is exactly something Santana would normally say, under the circumstances it seems harsher than usual.

“Santana,” Kurt admonishes, his eyes are wide and slightly angry.

Santana snorts, “Oh shut up. It’s not like I asked how his ass was after the hero sex you probably gave him last night.”

“Oh my god,” Kurt pulls her arm, pushing her out of the chair, and towards the front door. “No. You need to go if you’re going to be a heinous bitch today of all days.”

“Okay, okay, fine!” Santana yanks her arm away from Kurt’s grasp and turns on Blaine. “I’m sorry. You are an amazing, wonderful hero who deserves a gold medal worth millions.” She smiles at Kurt before returning to the bacon cooking on the stove. “Happy Superstar?”

Kurt moves to say something to her; yell or scream at her for being an insensitive bitch, but Blaine laughs and steps forward to hug her from behind, “Love you, too, Satan.”

“Gross Frodo, I don’t need your hobbit germs invading my space. If I wake up tomorrow six inches shorter I’m going to come back to this apartment and stab you with my stiletto heels,” she pats his arm awkwardly before he retracts his grip and wetly kisses her cheek. “Ugh.”

“You two are like bickering five year olds who want the same toy,” Kurt stares at the two, dumbstruck by their interaction.

Santana smirks, “Only if the toy is your—“

“Okay, I think the bacon is done,” Blaine laughs, pulling the pan from the stove and snatching the spatula from Santana’s hand.