Due to popular demand I've decided to create a sequel. Though I liked how it ended in the last chapter I know everyone's need to have a resolution.

Though this story doesn't completely have a resolution, and it's really up to the audience to decide what happens. So there you have it guys, make your own adventure.

To say that Sebastian was lonely would be an understatement; quite an extravagant understatement to boot. Since the divorce Sebastian hadn't really done much with himself. He moved back to Ohio with his parents, the temptation of being too close to Kurt and begging for just a scrap of love had become too much in the following week after the divorce. Of course his parents cared greatly over their sons heartache, even after he explained that it was his fault, but there was only so much time they could take off work to comfort him.

Eventually he started working at a law firm in Westerville, but he still missed the hustle and bustle of the New York cases. Instead of murder cases, like what he was assigned to at his New York firm, he was working on cases where people wanted money from a car accident. Not to mention that he wasn't getting much sleep lately, which only added fuel to the never ending fire that he called his life.

At the moment, Sebastian was living in quite a small apartment in Westerville, if only to escape his parents. He made sure it was small enough that he wouldn't be able to bring what he had started calling willing victims, but big enough that his parents could come and visit.

Today he was off to his place of employment, where yet another day of his life would be wasted in a place that he absolutely hated. He usually walked, just so that he could ponder at life a bit more, but also so that he could stop by a flower shop where he would purchase a flower for his –female– secretary to make her day a little better.

Unlike other days where that early in the morning it would be deserted, there was a man in the corner looking at a couple of peonies. Sebastian shrugged it off and went to the counter where the daily bundle of flowers that were on sale were. He smiled at the owner of the store, "Good morning, just four of those please."

"No problem Mr. Smythe. Would you like them wrapped as usual?" The man asked him.

Sebastian shook his head, "No, today I think I'll just take them as is. She brought in a vase and has been keeping them in there."

"Not a problem."

As the owner began ringing in Sebastian's order he began looking around the store again. This time the man was turned around and he was able to get a good look. Surprise filled their faces as realization passed through their eyes.

"Kurt…" Sebastian whispered.

"Sebastian…" Kurt began, still caught by surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"I – uh, I live here now." Sebastian explained, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand nervously. Kurt reached up and pulled his arm down carefully, just like he had when they were together. Sebastian coughed, "Um, what are you doing here?"

"I'm on my way to my mom's grave… the – uh, anniversary and all." Kurt told him, watching Sebastian's reaction as his face immediately softened. Kurt coughs and cuts the tension, "Uh, who are the flowers for?"

"My secretary," Sebastian begins. He sees Kurt's face fall and quickly corrects himself, "Her name is Bridgette. Her husband never has enough money to buy them for her, so I take it upon myself to buy her flowers every day."

Kurt smiles at him. A kind of smile that doesn't say much, but still says everything at the same time, "That's really sweet of you."

"Yeah, well…" Sebastian drifts off, blushing a little bit. "I've – uh, got to go to work…"

"Right…"

Sebastian smiles a little bit and moves to get around Kurt, which ends in a little shuffle of bodies in the small shop. Just as he's about to leave, thoughts of Kurt swirling in his mind he hears the man in question call out, "Sebastian!"

He turns around and watches Kurt patiently, grateful to have a few more moments of his presence in his life. Sebastian smiled slightly, "Yes?"

"Are you – I mean, did you want to maybe go out for coffee after you're done work?" Kurt begins to fidget with his fingers, bringing his right hand and tapping it on the side of his thigh three times.

Sebastian smiles and nods, "Yeah… that would be great."

"Okay…" Kurt nods slightly, "good."

A couple hours later the two men are sitting across from each other in a quaint little coffee shop in downtown Westerville, sipping their individual coffees as one of them tries to gain the courage to talk to the other.

In the end it was Sebastian to break the ice, "So… have you seen anyone since… since – "

Kurt shook his head, "No, I kind of dived deeper in to my work. It's been a really hectic couple of months." He paused and began to fiddle with the sugar packets on the table, arranging them in three squares of six packets. He looks up, "And – and how about you?"

Sebastian sighed and leaned back in his chair, "I tried, but nobody was you."

"Jacob was though?" Kurt stated; his face set in a cold glare.

"Jacob was a distraction from the thought of my husband not loving me anymore." Sebastian snapped.

"If anyone didn't love someone it was you, because not once did I think about being with another person." Kurt growled. He started stacking the sugar packets and then un-stacking them with ferocity.

"What about Blaine, Kurt?" Sebastian bit out; feeling satisfied as Kurt froze and looked up at him, "I knew you had been hanging out with him again."

"I would never ever cheat on you with anyone, least of all with Blaine. And for you to think that really hurts. I love you, Sebastian. Even now after everything that has happened between us. The least you could give me is a proper reason instead of trying to put all the blame on me." Kurt began to breath heavily, he begins to tap the table three times before going back to the sugar packets on the table, moving them all around in rows of three before moving them again into new rows of three.

"Kurt." Sebastian says, watching Kurt nervously as his breathing becomes more laboured. He knows that people in the shop are watching but he doesn't care, all that really matters is that Kurt calms down, so he tries again, "Kurt." The man in front of him still isn't paying attention as his brows begin to furrow in frustration, "Kurt!"

This time Sebastian grabs Kurt's hands and still them under his. Kurt looks up at him; unshed tears wet in his eyes that make his eyes shimmer under the light. Kurt sniffs slightly as he evens out his breathing, "Please stop."

"Stop what?" Sebastian asks.

"Stop trying to make me love you after everything that's happened."

"I know what I did was wrong Kurt, you have no idea what I've been doing to myself these past months trying to punish myself. But I just want to start over." Sebastian takes a deep breath and slowly rubs his thumb over Kurt's knuckles methodically.

"What do you mean?"

"I never stopped Kurt." Sebastian began, "I never stopped loving you, and I never want to stop loving you even if you don't accept that. All I ask is that you give me a chance. I love, love, love you, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove that to you." He closes his eyes as Kurt squeezes his hand, "Please Kurt, I'm miserable without you."

Kurt watches him carefully for any signs of hesitance before nodding, "Okay."

Sebastian looks up, "Okay?"

"Okay."