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"I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep. If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet."
Who: 
Sebastian Smyth, Kurt Hummel and later, Jeremy Smyth
What: Choices and their consequences
Where: Halos Nightclub, Manhattan
When: A couple of days after THIS and THIS
WARNING: Explicit drug use and suicidal themes
Sebastian had managed to well-establish his new nightclub in Manhattan and the New York chapter of Halos was a roaring success, just like its Paris sister club. It had been a lot of hard work, but it was paying off for Sebastian and it had kept him out of trouble for the most part when he had been tempted to make mincemeat out of a certain rockstar for pressing charges against his twin for doing nothing but trying to protect his brother. That had somewhat come out in the wash, though, when Blaine unexpectedly dropped the charges without word, and the next thing Sebastian was hearing through the Facebook grapevine was that he and Kurt had gotten hitched in some private ceremony and the whole thing was extremely hush-hush. As tempting as it was for Sebastian to expose it for revenge in Jeremy's honour, there was still a tiny part of him that cared for Kurt and felt somewhat responsible for the bad turn his life had taken. If Sebastian hadn't supplied him with drugs that first time at Scandals after the relationship with Blaine exploded into smithereens, Kurt might never have become an addict.
But Sebastian hadn't been involved with anything to do with that since the stuff with Jeremy got resolved, and it was why he was shocked as hell to suddenly find Kurt appearing in the doorway of his office at the club and looking what Sebastian could only describe as wild. His appearance still managed to be immaculate, but he was slightly unshaven, hair was ruffled like hands had been scraped through it incessantly, and his eyes were red-rimmed and blood-shot. Sebastian hadn't seen Kurt since the night Kurt booty-called him when he was trashed and Blaine wouldn't put out. He had kept his distance, but now, once again, Kurt had found him. "Kurt..." he began, swivelling around in his chair to get up, but Kurt was already pouncing on him. He was in front of Sebastian's desk and reaching over to roughly grab the front of Sebastian's shirt with a growled bark of, "Fucking give me something! Give it to me, or I'll fucking scream this place down that you're attacking me!"
Uh-oh. This couldn't end well. Sebastian was no therapist, but it went without saying that he probably had easy access to drugs, and Kurt knew it too. The last Sebastian heard, though, was that Kurt was well on the wagon and doing well. Apparently he had taken another swan-dive off it, though. The thing was, the last thing Sebastian needed was a bad rep that he was raping one of the world's top fashion designers in his office because he was a businessman just as much as Kurt. As far as he was concerned, he just had no fucking choice and Kurt's nails were sinking into the flesh of his neck from the force of the grip he had. Sebastian reached with one hand and unlocked and tapped in the security code on the digital lock and it snapped open. He pulled out a couple of bags with white powder and another with some pills and dropped them on the desk in front of Kurt. "You don't want to do this, Hummel. Stop and think what you'e going to lose."
Sebastian Smyth, Kurt Hummel and later, Jeremy SmythWhat: Choices and their consequences
Where: Halos Nightclub, Manhattan
When: A couple of days after THIS and THIS
WARNING: Explicit drug use and suicidal themes
Sebastian had managed to well-establish his new nightclub in Manhattan and the New York chapter of Halos was a roaring success, just like its Paris sister club. It had been a lot of hard work, but it was paying off for Sebastian and it had kept him out of trouble for the most part when he had been tempted to make mincemeat out of a certain rockstar for pressing charges against his twin for doing nothing but trying to protect his brother. That had somewhat come out in the wash, though, when Blaine unexpectedly dropped the charges without word, and the next thing Sebastian was hearing through the Facebook grapevine was that he and Kurt had gotten hitched in some private ceremony and the whole thing was extremely hush-hush. As tempting as it was for Sebastian to expose it for revenge in Jeremy's honour, there was still a tiny part of him that cared for Kurt and felt somewhat responsible for the bad turn his life had taken. If Sebastian hadn't supplied him with drugs that first time at Scandals after the relationship with Blaine exploded into smithereens, Kurt might never have become an addict.
But Sebastian hadn't been involved with anything to do with that since the stuff with Jeremy got resolved, and it was why he was shocked as hell to suddenly find Kurt appearing in the doorway of his office at the club and looking what Sebastian could only describe as wild. His appearance still managed to be immaculate, but he was slightly unshaven, hair was ruffled like hands had been scraped through it incessantly, and his eyes were red-rimmed and blood-shot. Sebastian hadn't seen Kurt since the night Kurt booty-called him when he was trashed and Blaine wouldn't put out. He had kept his distance, but now, once again, Kurt had found him. "Kurt..." he began, swivelling around in his chair to get up, but Kurt was already pouncing on him. He was in front of Sebastian's desk and reaching over to roughly grab the front of Sebastian's shirt with a growled bark of, "Fucking give me something! Give it to me, or I'll fucking scream this place down that you're attacking me!"
Uh-oh. This couldn't end well. Sebastian was no therapist, but it went without saying that he probably had easy access to drugs, and Kurt knew it too. The last Sebastian heard, though, was that Kurt was well on the wagon and doing well. Apparently he had taken another swan-dive off it, though. The thing was, the last thing Sebastian needed was a bad rep that he was raping one of the world's top fashion designers in his office because he was a businessman just as much as Kurt. As far as he was concerned, he just had no fucking choice and Kurt's nails were sinking into the flesh of his neck from the force of the grip he had. Sebastian reached with one hand and unlocked and tapped in the security code on the digital lock and it snapped open. He pulled out a couple of bags with white powder and another with some pills and dropped them on the desk in front of Kurt. "You don't want to do this, Hummel. Stop and think what you'e going to lose."
"We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears, for the days we believed we could fly."
Who: Mike Chang and Matt Rutherford
What: Boy, how the hell did we get here?
Where: Kurt and Blaine's place
When: Around the same time as THIS
Sam had left and gone back to Boston. It was a mutual choice, and they were still going to remain friends, but it became inevitable that the romantic relationship wasn't going to work. Or sexual relationship, to be more accurate. Sam was still dealing with a hell of a lot of issues, whilst Mike was getting frustrated not having that physical outlet. He went back to work on the porn circuit, but he felt guilty doing it, like he was cheating on Sam or something. It all came to a head, and they agreed to just cut their losses. Sam returned to his job in Boston, and Mike returned to now knowing what the fuck he was supposed to do now. It just wasn't a good situation and he did about the only think he thought he could... headed out to bars on the regular to get trashed.
There was always the option for him to return to Australia with his wife and his friends. It had been a great life there, and he had been content. Still lonely on the romance front, but content. He just knew there was no way he could up and leave New York now with every here how it was for his friends. He didn't want to lose this bunch again. He needed them, and if he was here, he could be on hand to help. But with now way to help much at the moment with the stuff going on, he found himself isolated again and here he was, sitting in Kurt's huge apartment with a raging hangover after throwing his guts up for what felt like three hours straight.
"Mr Chang? I have a man at the security gates who says you're his 'brother'..." Kurt's butler type person stated, though it was with a quirk of his eyebrow and a tone that clearly indicated he didn't believe a word of it.
Mike was sprawled on the sofa feeling like death and not wanted to move. "I don't... uh, what's his name?" he quickly backtracked. Mike didn't have brothers, but now he was just plain curious and hoping he didn't have to go all ninja on some Kurt stalker's ass right now.
"A Mr Matthew Rutherford," the posh guy returned, looking poised to go back and tell Mr Rutherford to take a running hike.
Mike did a double-take at 'Jeeves', blinking. "Uh... yeah. He's my brother. Let him in. Kurt knows him, it's cool." Matty? Matty was here? No way! No way in hell. He hadn't spoken to Matt in way too many years and they ended up losing contact. How could he just be here out of the blue?
Mike Chang and Matt RutherfordWhat: Boy, how the hell did we get here?
Where: Kurt and Blaine's place
When: Around the same time as THIS
Sam had left and gone back to Boston. It was a mutual choice, and they were still going to remain friends, but it became inevitable that the romantic relationship wasn't going to work. Or sexual relationship, to be more accurate. Sam was still dealing with a hell of a lot of issues, whilst Mike was getting frustrated not having that physical outlet. He went back to work on the porn circuit, but he felt guilty doing it, like he was cheating on Sam or something. It all came to a head, and they agreed to just cut their losses. Sam returned to his job in Boston, and Mike returned to now knowing what the fuck he was supposed to do now. It just wasn't a good situation and he did about the only think he thought he could... headed out to bars on the regular to get trashed.
There was always the option for him to return to Australia with his wife and his friends. It had been a great life there, and he had been content. Still lonely on the romance front, but content. He just knew there was no way he could up and leave New York now with every here how it was for his friends. He didn't want to lose this bunch again. He needed them, and if he was here, he could be on hand to help. But with now way to help much at the moment with the stuff going on, he found himself isolated again and here he was, sitting in Kurt's huge apartment with a raging hangover after throwing his guts up for what felt like three hours straight.
"Mr Chang? I have a man at the security gates who says you're his 'brother'..." Kurt's butler type person stated, though it was with a quirk of his eyebrow and a tone that clearly indicated he didn't believe a word of it.
Mike was sprawled on the sofa feeling like death and not wanted to move. "I don't... uh, what's his name?" he quickly backtracked. Mike didn't have brothers, but now he was just plain curious and hoping he didn't have to go all ninja on some Kurt stalker's ass right now.
"A Mr Matthew Rutherford," the posh guy returned, looking poised to go back and tell Mr Rutherford to take a running hike.
Mike did a double-take at 'Jeeves', blinking. "Uh... yeah. He's my brother. Let him in. Kurt knows him, it's cool." Matty? Matty was here? No way! No way in hell. He hadn't spoken to Matt in way too many years and they ended up losing contact. How could he just be here out of the blue?
"And in the dark I want to find that door and go within."
Who: Kurt Hummel and Leslie Carter
What: All these sides of me
Where: Neuroscience Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Around the time of THIS
The padded bench along the wall just along the from the water cool was probably intended to be comfort, made for lengthy periods of sitting, but to Kurt, it felt like he was sitting on a rock hard cold slab. He had his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his legs were bouncing with a disjointed and restless pace. His hands were covered in bleeding nail marks but not he had moved on and bitten all his nails off right down that even some of those were bleeding too. He was sweating, and his eyes were red-rimmed and a little bloodshot as he tried so, so damn hard to fight off the cravings.
It wasn't that the desperation and shock was making him irrational. He was very much with it, very much aware of every little thing going on around him. Cravings didn't change him, the drugs did. He knew this. He was slipping, but the bigger part of him, the part Blaine had worked so hard to make better with him, it was fighting the battle and it was what was keeping him sitting there on that bench with Leslie watching the parade of medical staff and Blaine's entourage in Blaine's room. Something was stopping him running out to get his hands on drugs, even if he was in pain and struggling with this whole thing.
He glanced at Leslie briefly before he was looking back to Blaine asleep in the hospital bed after they had sedated him to calm him down. "This is the part where you can judge me now," he told her hoarsely, his fingers twisting into the sleeves of his shirt when he just couldn't sit still.
Kurt Hummel and Leslie CarterWhat: All these sides of me
Where: Neuroscience Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Around the time of THIS
The padded bench along the wall just along the from the water cool was probably intended to be comfort, made for lengthy periods of sitting, but to Kurt, it felt like he was sitting on a rock hard cold slab. He had his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his legs were bouncing with a disjointed and restless pace. His hands were covered in bleeding nail marks but not he had moved on and bitten all his nails off right down that even some of those were bleeding too. He was sweating, and his eyes were red-rimmed and a little bloodshot as he tried so, so damn hard to fight off the cravings.
It wasn't that the desperation and shock was making him irrational. He was very much with it, very much aware of every little thing going on around him. Cravings didn't change him, the drugs did. He knew this. He was slipping, but the bigger part of him, the part Blaine had worked so hard to make better with him, it was fighting the battle and it was what was keeping him sitting there on that bench with Leslie watching the parade of medical staff and Blaine's entourage in Blaine's room. Something was stopping him running out to get his hands on drugs, even if he was in pain and struggling with this whole thing.
He glanced at Leslie briefly before he was looking back to Blaine asleep in the hospital bed after they had sedated him to calm him down. "This is the part where you can judge me now," he told her hoarsely, his fingers twisting into the sleeves of his shirt when he just couldn't sit still.
"Far more shocking than anything I ever knew, right on cue..."
Who? Elliot and Puck
What? Getting up to speed
When? Right after this
Where? Mt. Sinai Medical Center
Puck had left Dani safely in Tab's care with the assurance that he'd be back as soon as he could. Honestly, as much as he wanted to be there for Dani and their little girl, he knew that Dani probably needed a little space from him anyway. So it was only a matter of a few moments from getting Elliott's text before Puck was in a cab headed to Mt. Sinai.
He paid the cab driver and made his way quickly to the neuro unit, in a mild panic about what shape Kurt might be in when he got there. There was really no telling. But at least he was there, and not out on a street corner, or calling Amelia to get him drugs. He broke into a full run at one point until a nurse bitched him out for running in a hospital, and he forced himself to keep at a very brisk walk.
As he rounded the corner to head into the neuroscience unit, he spotted Elliott and crossed over to him quietly. "Dude... What's going on?" He had a brief explanation, but he wanted to know all the facts before he went over to Kurt and got into sponsor mode.
Elliot and PuckWhat? Getting up to speed
When? Right after this
Where? Mt. Sinai Medical Center
Puck had left Dani safely in Tab's care with the assurance that he'd be back as soon as he could. Honestly, as much as he wanted to be there for Dani and their little girl, he knew that Dani probably needed a little space from him anyway. So it was only a matter of a few moments from getting Elliott's text before Puck was in a cab headed to Mt. Sinai.
He paid the cab driver and made his way quickly to the neuro unit, in a mild panic about what shape Kurt might be in when he got there. There was really no telling. But at least he was there, and not out on a street corner, or calling Amelia to get him drugs. He broke into a full run at one point until a nurse bitched him out for running in a hospital, and he forced himself to keep at a very brisk walk.
As he rounded the corner to head into the neuroscience unit, he spotted Elliott and crossed over to him quietly. "Dude... What's going on?" He had a brief explanation, but he wanted to know all the facts before he went over to Kurt and got into sponsor mode.
[TEXT] To jewhawk from Kurt's phone
#1
Dude, are you Kurt's sponsor?
#2
Got some urgent shit happening here, dude... can you get back to me ASAP?
#3
No, seriously.
#4
Oh, it's Elliott here. From Kurt's phone. Dude... ASAP. I'm serious.
#5
Who are you, anyway? He's just got you at the top of his phone list under "SPONSOR. TEXT BEFORE USING."
Dude, are you Kurt's sponsor?
#2
Got some urgent shit happening here, dude... can you get back to me ASAP?
#3
No, seriously.
#4
Oh, it's Elliott here. From Kurt's phone. Dude... ASAP. I'm serious.
#5
Who are you, anyway? He's just got you at the top of his phone list under "SPONSOR. TEXT BEFORE USING."
"I came apart inside a world made of angry people."
Who: Just Kurt
What: "I found a boy who had a dream. Making everyone smile, he was sunshine."
Where: Neurosciene Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday night
Kurt didn't even realise he was crying until he tasted the bitter saltiness on his lips when he wet them. He stood, frozen, out in the hospital all and felt like he was losing the ability to breathe. He was pressed up against the chilled concrete wall beside the water cooler and he was shaking from head-to-toe. He was so sure he had managed to get a hold on everything around him, that he was coping, and finally started to see the light. And now, it was all being torn out from under him too quickly and he had nothing to hold onto.
Blaine's screams at him to get out, get away, to leave him alone resonated in his brain over and over again, feeling like multiple blows to his gut and Kurt grabbed a hold of the top of the water cooler, leaning forward when his breathing started to come out in ragged breaths. It seemed like some sort of bad dream at first. Kurt had been standing off to the side of the end of the bed whilst Blaine's neurologist stood over him and tried to analyse what was going on in his head. Blaine had been in and out of consciousness over past day or so, but when he was awake, he was babbling stuff that made no sense and although he recognised his band members and other people from his entourage, he didn't acknowledge Kurt's presence at all. In fact, on a couple of occasions, it felt to Kurt like his husband was looking right through him. It was terrifying.
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KurtWhat: "I found a boy who had a dream. Making everyone smile, he was sunshine."
Where: Neurosciene Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday night
Kurt didn't even realise he was crying until he tasted the bitter saltiness on his lips when he wet them. He stood, frozen, out in the hospital all and felt like he was losing the ability to breathe. He was pressed up against the chilled concrete wall beside the water cooler and he was shaking from head-to-toe. He was so sure he had managed to get a hold on everything around him, that he was coping, and finally started to see the light. And now, it was all being torn out from under him too quickly and he had nothing to hold onto.
Blaine's screams at him to get out, get away, to leave him alone resonated in his brain over and over again, feeling like multiple blows to his gut and Kurt grabbed a hold of the top of the water cooler, leaning forward when his breathing started to come out in ragged breaths. It seemed like some sort of bad dream at first. Kurt had been standing off to the side of the end of the bed whilst Blaine's neurologist stood over him and tried to analyse what was going on in his head. Blaine had been in and out of consciousness over past day or so, but when he was awake, he was babbling stuff that made no sense and although he recognised his band members and other people from his entourage, he didn't acknowledge Kurt's presence at all. In fact, on a couple of occasions, it felt to Kurt like his husband was looking right through him. It was terrifying.
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[FACEBOOK]
He doesn't remember.
[FACEBOOK]
Blaine's waking up. He's out of it and not really aware of anything, but it's progress nonetheless. I just want to take him home.
[Facebook]
I'm well aware that not everyone sings while running on the treadmill at the gym but the looks I got from the other people around me. I wasn't even that loud for once.