The next time he sees Kurt is at some lame party and Sebastian’s determined to talk to him. Thinking about it makes him fidgety (or maybe that’s not a good word to describe this feeling inside him but Sebastian has never felt like this before and he doesn’t really know how to name it. His therapist only smiled creepily when he told her about it last week - he should probably consider finding a better one because this woman is weird) but he’s not a person who lets some stupid feelings stop him. No, feelings definitely can’t stop him.
Well, it seems that over the past few weeks, Sebastian kind of forgot about other people. Like Kurt’s boyfriend or whoever this bland blond British bitch boy is and honestly, every other guy in this city because apparently the entire NY gay community thinks Kurt Hummel is hot stuff. Kurt might smile when he sees him but Sebastian knows he probably still hates him. The chances that he would want to talk to Sebastian are slim. Why would he? He is surrounded by all these people that he doesn’t hate, that he likes or maybe even, you know, loves (it’s stupid and cheesy and Sebastian chooses not to think about it).
He just wants to leave this place, go home and call his therapist. And maybe break something but hopefully this crazy woman will talk him out of it (he has some things in his apartment that he feels deeply connected with, ok?).