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works/1005147.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Kurt_Hummel/Sebastian_Smythe, Kurt_Hummel/Blaine_Anderson
  Character:
      Sebastian_Smythe, Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson
  Additional Tags:
      Alcoholism, Smoking, Stalking
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-15 Chapters: 1/30 Words: 1332
****** Bottle Of Jack And A Lucky Strike ******
by AnonymousAddictions_(KurtbastianJust)
"If there is one thing I noticed about Sebastian Smythe when I met him, it was
the man had no preferences. He never stuck with anything or anyone for very
long. Every day it seemed to be different; his mood, his drink, his face, his
cigarette, his boy of the night and even his fingernail polish. 
Sebastian Smythe is a magical being, and by that I mean that he always finds a
way to surprise me. The only thing that never seemed to change about him was
me. Even that, however, changed. Sebastian Smythe managed to change me and I
still haven't decided if it was for the better or the worst.
Before I delve into that, maybe I should start at the beginning before I knew
Mr. Smythe even existed."
===============================================================================
1 Month Previous
Kurt pressed his fingers to the keyboard of his laptop, not sure how to start.
He just didn't know how to start a story, or well, he couldn't remember. He
couldn't place in his mind how a story developed or how characters normally
interacted. What sentences ended in periods and what ended in exclamations?
Once before, only meer months ago he could sit down at his desk, turn on
Spotify and produce a work of brilliance in a few nights. Over the course of
those nights the desk would become littered in hard ciders, wine glasses,
chinese boxes from delivery and then at the end, it would be cleaned, the book
would print out on a few 100 pages and slipped in an envelope and shipped off.
It was a process he'd perfected over the years but when the accident happened
it all faded away. When Kurt was told his chances for ever walking again, let
alone writing his award winning novels was slim to none, he'd felt at a loss.
He had a 5% chance of using his motor functions to their full extent, the world
had thought they had lost a beloved culture icon, one that rivaled John Green
and Rowling. No one believed that Kurt Hummel, a week after the tragic
accident, would stand without help or that two weeks later he would
gain all his senses and functions back. However, once he proved to the world he
wasn't helpless, they began to expect the newest book in the series that was
planned to come out within the next three months. It was a lot to live up to.
There was only one problem.
Kurt had forgotten how to write.
He knew all the technicalities, the letters went to words, words formed
sentences, and from there paragraphs and then a finished work, but he had
forgotten how to create. 
His shoulders slumped as he stared at the blank document, his head pounding. He
clicked onto his web browser and went to the tab where his news article of the
crash permanently stuck. He never was able to remove it, fearing if he forgot
how badly he was injured he'd expect himself to do even more than what he had. 
"World Famous Novelist in Fatal Condition Due To Collapsing Bridge"
By: Sam Evans (August 15th, 2013)
Ten people were affected by the Oakville Bridge this past Wednesday; At 8:14 in
the morning the Oakville Bridge, once known for the 100 Meter race beginning
collapsed onto traffic. Among these people were two children and six adults and
although all survived we're not sure how Kurt Hummel, award winning author of
"Broken" and "Stolen Eyes" is doing. At this point we know he has been in the
Intensive Care Unit at North Summit Hospital and his family flew in last night
to be with him. What we know currently is that his chances of survival are
minimal and the world may have lost one of it's best fiction-romance authors.

Kurt stopped reading when the article started to become a bio on himself,
detailing how long he'd been writing, his first published work and even past
lovers who were unable to come to the hospital. He hated it, other people were
injured, he knew one had lost an arm yet all the media only cared about was
himself. He didn't understand why being famous was all that important, he'd
actually paid all the hospital bills for the other families privately just so
they understood he didn't want the coverage from the media. He didn't want to
be 'the guy who almost died'. He wasn't the only one hurt.
The families deserved more than a few lines in the paper and Kurt firmly
believed that.
In the hospital, Kurt had found, despite the media insanity outside, a great
multitude of his own family didn't feel inclined to show up. His father and
step mother, as well as his brother and manager had appeared. His manager,
Rachel, had mostly only shown up to see if they could ever expect another Anna
Karol work to be produced, a series that was inspired by Rachel's own
background in which she had been his muse. 
Kurt fought to remember anyone who had shown up to wish him good luck in
recovery and failed to--
Oh. Blaine.
Blaine really deserved his own story in Kurt's mind. When the author had woken
up to see the brown, dark eyes of Blaine Anderson hovering over him, his
initial reaction was 'run!' Seeing as Kurt had been bound to the bed by a
tangle of wires and IV drips, beeping and pulsing as a constand reminder that
Kurt was indeed living this nightmare, he obviously couldn't run away. It was
hard to explain why Blaine was a trigger for Kurt's flight response, but just
seeing his face made Kurt wish that the bridge had done a better job at killing
him.
Kurt and Blaine didn't exactly have the brightest of pasts. When Kurt had began
writing his first romance series, he had been walking home and found a boy,
homeless and cold, offered him a couch to sleep on and a warm cup of tea. Two
hours later, both of them were naked committing an amazing crime on said couch.
It wasn't until the next morning that Blaine admitted he was only fourteen and
had run away when his parents grounded him for getting a failing grade on a
test. He was in the eighth grade at the time.
Kurt Hummel, 23, fucked an eighth grader only just a month after Kurt himself
had finished college. Needless to say that they had a Queer As Folk, Brian and
Justin story for nearly a year until Rachel knocked sense into Kurt and got him
laid by a 'real' man. Blaine was forcibly removed from Kurt's home a day later.
Kurt chewed on his lip, thinking about what he could write. He'd done
everything, future romance, historical romance, romance with vampires and
werewolves. He'd done it all... But there was one thing he never could do.
Write something he didn't know.
He quickly stood, grabbed his jacket off the plastic hook by his door and
slipped it on. Took his wallet and made sure there was enough cash inside to
buy a few drinks and he walked out the door. He couldn't write certain people
because he never really talked to them, so tonight, he'd meet someone new.
Whether it be a drunkard, a drug user or a necrophiliac. He'd meet one.
He walked through the streets, his jacket wrapped tightly around his small
frame, hair short due to his surgery. He held his phone in his hand debating
whether to just get a map to the nearest bar but bordering the decision on
exploring and discovering. He looked up, finding himself at the stairs down to
a basement bar. He tilted his head and smiled, opening the door to a dark lit
room, a few scattered men here and there and the bar, where a strange man
stood.
Before Kurt even knew his name, he knew this man, whoever he was, was going to
be his next story.
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