Sebastian wasn't usually a boyfriend poacher, though the idea of doing so really didn't bother him. This whole thing with Blaine, though, had definitely turned into a poaching circumstance. Sebastian knew he wanted Blaine on his arm and in his bed rather than Kurt's, so he was willing to go out of his way to make their relationship as strained as possible. Blaine had to finally wake up and see that Sebastian was the better choice. He'd been working the kinks out of a masterminded plan to slice an axe between Kurt and Blaine, the details of which involved Michael Jackson and laced slushies, but the events of tonight had thrown him for a loop and rendered the plan useless and unnecessary.

He was more than happy to see that apparently Kurt and Blaine had taken the axe to their own relationship before Sebastian had a chance to.

Sebastian hadn't anticipated seeing Kurt at Scandals by himself, for once wearing actual guy clothes, with a cigarette in his hand and an oddly masculine haircut. He hadn't anticipated hip-grinding with Kurt to the beat of Blondie's Call Me, and he definitely hadn't anticipated Kurt to suggest they go back to Sebastian's house.

He guessed that Kurt and Blaine had a big fight of some kind and this was Kurt's (kind of sick) way of getting back at Blaine, but Sebastian didn't really care. It wasn't his problem, after all.

Now, Sebastian was sitting at his desk, naked since he hadn't bothered to pull on any clothes when he got out of bed, staring at his laptop. He hadn't showered and he still smelled like cigarette smoke and sweat, but it wasn't even two A.M. yet and he had other things on his mind.

"What are you doing?" came Kurt's voice from the bed.

"Looking up potential songs for the Warblers' Regionals set list," Sebastian replied. "I see you're awake."

"What can I say? You wore me out."

Sebastian chuckled and spun his chair around. "I have to admit, Kurt, I was not expecting you to be on top."

Kurt grinned, propping himself up against the headboard of Sebastian's bed. "I'm just full of surprises," he said, grabbing his Marlboros off of the bedside table.

"I'd rather you didn't smoke in here."

Kurt's eyebrows quirked, then he tossed the cigarettes back onto the table. "All right, fine." He scratched at the buzzed hair behind his ear for a moment before throwing the covers back and standing up. "I have to take a piss."

"Bathroom's down the hall."

Kurt returned a few minutes later and sank onto the side of the bed. "Are you going to stare at your computer all fucking night?" he asked gruffly. "'Cause I need to get off at least three more times tonight and it's your turn to be on top."

Sebastian frowned for a moment, confused by the way Kurt was talking. He didn't spend too much time thinking about it, though, and rejoined Kurt on the bed. Within a few minutes they were a tangle of limbs and grunts and heavy breathing, and Sebastian's fingers dug into Kurt's hips.

And Kurt screamed.

Sebastian leaped backwards, startled. The scream had definitely not been the good kind, and he couldn't figure out why the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck were suddenly standing on end. Kurt had curled into a ball on Sebastian's bed, shaking.

"Kurt? Are – are you okay?"

"No, doooon't," Kurt whined, and Sebastian's eyes widened.

"Kurt, you're freaking me out." In any other situation, Sebastian would have made some quip about ruining the mood, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was actually something very wrong.

Kurt's hands curled over his ears. "Go away!" he cried, shuddering.

Sebastian edged closer nervously, reaching out to put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt, what is—"

In the blink of an eye, Kurt had sprung to his feet and slammed Sebastian into the wall. Sebastian fell onto the floor, looking up at Kurt standing over him with his fists clenched and his eyes wild. "Touch me again and I fucking swear to God I will slit your throat."

"What the hell—"

Kurt's eyes fluttered for a second and he swayed on his feet. Sebastian thought he might collapse – maybe he was having some sort of seizure or something – but Kurt righted himself before he could fall.

Then, as Kurt blinked and took in his surroundings (and why did it look like he was seeing Sebastian for the first time?), he didcollapse. He didn't fall or even move, but somehow Sebastian could see Kurt's insides crumbling, and collapse was the only word Sebastian could think of that came even close to describing it.

"Kurt…?" Sebastian started, his blood roaring in his ears.

Kurt's hands rose, clamping over his mouth, and he spun around and ran to the bathroom. Sebastian heard him retch into the toilet.

His head spinning, Sebastian stood and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and one of the t-shirts he sometimes wore to bed. He had no clue what on earth was happening to Kurt, but he was absolutely certain at this point that it was a lot more serious than some spat with his boyfriend would warrant. He picked up Kurt's clothes from where they'd been tossed across the floor and went down the hall to the bathroom.

"Kurt?" he started.

Kurt was still bent over the toilet, but now he was dry heaving, his stomach empty. Sebastian set the pile of clothes on the counter next to the sink and squatted down next to Kurt.

"Kurt, what the hell is going on?"

There was an odd strangled sound that came from Kurt's throat before he could answer. "I can't tell you," he sobbed.

Sebastian huffed. "After that?! You owe me an explana—"

"We don't owe you a fucking thing," Kurt snarled, making Sebastian jump. He blinked. "Can you leave me alone?" he choked out. "I need to get dressed."

Sebastian sighed, but did as Kurt asked and went to stand in the hallway. All thoughts of his intentions towards Kurt were forgotten as he struggled to process everything that had just taken place. Replaying the last three minutes (Jesus, was it really only that long?) over in his head, Sebastian tried to connect the dots, but it seemed like each dot was on a separate page.

Wait, had Kurt just referred to himself as a we?

Before Sebastian could even try to come up with an answer to that question, Kurt rushed out of the bathroom and towards the stairs, heading for the front door.

"Kurt, wait!" Sebastian called, following quickly. "Stop!"

Kurt didn't hear Sebastian as he slammed the front door behind him.

Sebastian quickly yanked the door open again and ran out onto the porch, the cold seeping into his feet and his breath fogging in the air. Snowflakes were beginning to fall.

"Kurt!" he yelled.

Sebastian watched as Kurt jumped into his car and pealed back onto the road, disappearing around the corner.

It was nearly four A.M. before Kurt finally fell asleep, having fallen onto the couch as soon as Burt half-carried him inside and not moved or spoken since. Burt, Carole, and Finn all remained awake in the kitchen, drinking coffee since none of them saw the point of going to bed at this point. Not to mention the fact that they couldn't have slept if they'd tried.

Finn sat at the island counter, his brain filled with cotton. He didn't know what the outcome of this would be for Kurt. Maybe he'd be stuck as Schism for days, or maybe Craig would beat Kurt up.

"I'm gonna kill this Sebastian kid," Burt growled for the hundredth time.

Carole squeezed his arm. "Burt, you don't know that Sebastian did anything—"

"Are you serious, Carole? Why don't you go take a look?" He gestured furiously in the direction of the living room.

Carole set her jaw, stubborn and patient at the same time. "It's possible that Truman is the one who initiated… whatever happened. Actually, knowing Truman, it's likely."

Finn swallowed a large gulp of coffee, trying to wash down the bile in his throat.

"Just… before we do anything at all," Carole continued, her hand gripping Burt's shoulder, "we need to hear Kurt's side of it."

"It was Truman, not Kurt," Burt snapped. "Kurt doesn't have a side."

"He woke up, Burt," Carole said sternly. "He woke up, and he made it home."

"Yeah…" Burt sighed. "Yeah, I guess he did."

Silence stretched over the kitchen, and Finn wondered why everything seemed quieter in the early hours of the morning, muted as if someone had turned down the volume knob. Soon, he'd have to get ready for school and try to explain to their friends that Kurt was home and safe, fully aware that the second part of that was a lie.