Sebastian lay on Kurt and Blaine’s couch, head a little fuzzy after about 4 beers. They had retired to their bedroom, and while he knew what was going on in there, he couldn’t bring himself to be grossed out. Yeah, it was his best friend. But seeing them together tonight… they just loved eachother so much. They were like magnets. One moved, and so did the other. It made him so happy, that they had both found love in a seemingly hopeless place, but now, as he lay here, all alone, his thoughts began to eat him alive.

He shouldn’t have come here. He should have stayed with her. God, what if she… no, she wouldn’t. Not with Lily… she couldn’t. But still. She was so… fragile. Like she might break any moment. And Sam had done that to her. Well, part of it. He had failed to glue her back together, when she so desperately needed someone to. 

And just like that, it hit him. Hit him like a ton of bricks. She needed someone to fix her. She had always said that. Always told him that. She was broken. But lately… she was better. When she smiled, she actually looked happy. Really, truly happy. She glowed. She wore dresses all the time now. Little things. Little things to show him. To show him what he wasn’t seeing. She needed him. 

Shooting up, Seb grabbed his coat and keys, and laced up his shoes as quickly as he could. As soon as he could stand, he scrambled out the door, locking it behind him. A note wasn’t needed, he decided. Blaine would know. He always knew. 

Before he knew it, he was down on the street, hailing a cab and telling the cabbie his address. They zipped through the streets of New York city, backroads allowing them to get to their destination in 10 minutes flat. He threw a 20 on the front seat and jumped out, swiftly nodding at the doorman and continuing on to the stairs. He sprinted up, not able to wait another moment. 

Reaching his front door, he unlocked it, throwing it open. He was met with the sigh of Cal, staring into the fireplace. There was a glint of silver, buried within the flames. She looked up at him. 

Walking over to her, he leaned down, kissing her hard on the mouth. “I am so, so sorry. I love you. You’re my everything. And I want to be here. Always. With you. And Lily. And, Cal,” he said, gripping her face in his hands, “I’m going to fix you.”