Pairing: Sebklaineofsky (Kurt/Blaine/Dave/Sebastian. Yes, all of them. Foursome fic.)
Rating: M
Summary: A cocktail of fancy dress and alcohol somehow ends up with all four boys at Sebastian's house, because, well, who doesn't love a man in glasses?
Notes: Written for Nemi, who wanted glasses kink fic. Part 2 to come soon. Enjoy! :D
In the choice between the Beauty and the Geek theme, Dave would have assumed both Kurt and Sebastian would go with 'beauty'.
But apparently not, since both were currently donning glasses, Sebastian a pair of thick framed 'hipster' ones, and Kurt some slimmer, more intellectual looking specs. Sebastian was wearing what looked like his old Dalton uniform, minus the blazer, and with his shirt half open, the tie loose around his neck. Kurt, as per usual, had wanted to be different, so he'd gone for the science geek instead, donning a lab coat that just showed a hint of the suspenders he was wearing over a too tight shirt. Dave was trying very hard not to stare, but Kurt really, really suited the glasses. He'd never really understood the whole glasses-fetish thing before, but he was definitely rethinking it.
Blaine was wearing glasses too, and had left off the hair gel for the first time Dave had ever seen. His outfit was hilariously similar to what he used to wear in High School, bowtie and all, a fact that he'd protested very loudly after three beers. What Dave didn't know is that his first costume consisted of round Harry Potter specs, but Sebastian had laughed so hard at it that he'd ended up changing.
Honestly, Dave had never been good at dressing up. Usually, he'd pick an outfit and Kurt would spend the next hour reprimanding him for his choice and finding something more suitable. But since they were back at Lima, he hadn't had Kurt by his side to guide him. So he'd thrown together this outfit with minimal effort, and reluctantly grabbed his glasses to wear. He'd never been able to shake the idea that glasses were for losers, and even if that was the point of the party's theme, it grated against every high school fear he'd ever had. As for the glasses, he didn't need to wear them, not really, but he was supposed to. He sometimes did, when he was on his own or at home in Lima, where no one could see him.
He was in Lima, but was very much public. The theme had actually been for a house party at...Puck's house? No, maybe it was Artie's. Yes, that sounded about right. The "beauty and the geek" theme was an ironic celebration of Artie and his gorgeous girlfriend's engagement.
They'd been there for a few hours before deciding to go out. Kurt had been upset about something - probably the fact that he still couldn't get married in his home state - and Dave had suggested they look on the bright side: since they were teens, the LGBT community had at least been granted three new bars.
This one was called "Prop". Three guesses what that was a middle finger to.
Dave downed his beer and ordered another one, and beside him, Kurt held up a shot of Goldschläger before handing Dave a shot glass full of the same. Dave briefly wondered what made him choose that particular drink, but he clinked his glass against Kurt's and choked back the shot nonetheless. "Cheers." he and Kurt said simultaneously.
Dave was about to say something else, when Sebastian tackled him from behind. Kurt had texted Blaine as an afterthought, as they were leaving Artie's house. Sebastian, who was still not the most popular guy amongst their friends, had been fairly enthusiastic to get out of there. He was drunker than both Dave and Kurt, slinging an arm around Dave's shoulder and shouting something at the bartender.
Kurt rolled his eyes and wondered off to dance. He was still a little ambivalent towards the ex-Warbler, even after five years. Maybe it was something to do with the on and off relationship Sebastian had with Blaine, or the fact that Dave had admitted to fooling around with him for a while. Kurt's reaction had been as casual as he could act, but Dave knew it bothered him, even if he couldn't figure out why.
The bartender placed two shots of something dark brown on the bar, sending a wary look at Sebastian, and then turned around to pour more. Dave hadn't heard what Sebastian had ordered, but it seemed to be a lot. The final count was six, three of which Sebastian slid towards Dave. "You're not drunk enough."
"I'm plenty drunk." Dave argued, but he took the shots anyway. "You match with Blaine." Dave slurred. It would have been the dumbest thing he'd ever said to most people, but not to Sebastian. "Big glasses."
"Well, you match Kurt." Sebastian offered a wide grin, "Maybe it's a sign." He knocked back the first shot, a clear spirit.
"Hey, Sebastian." Kurt cut across their conversation. Apparently he had changed his mind about dancing. "Nice glasses. Did you get them from Claire's?"
"Borrowed them from Blaine. We match, you see."
"Hilarious." He turned away from Sebastian, "I don't want to dance alone." he said to Dave, now with his back to the other boy.
"Are you asking me to dance?" Dave teased. Kurt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He must have been drunker than Dave thought. Downing the two shots and slapping Sebastian on the back in thanks, he let himself be dragged to the dance floor by Kurt.
It took about fifteen minutes of dancing for the shots to hit him. The room was spinning just a little too much, and Kurt, who never could handle his drink, was beginning to stumble slightly. This didn't discourage him from dancing wildly, though, and in a particularly complex move, he practically fell into Dave's arms, giggling.
"You're so strong." Kurt murmured, just above the sound of club music.
"I'm used to carrying your drunk ass home." Dave mumbled back. Kurt smiled, his eyes crinkling. Using his forefinger, he pushed he glasses up. It was a small gesture, tiny really, but Kurt made it look so sexy. Dave jerked back, feeling a twinge of arousal. Somehow, even in his inebriated state, Kurt didn't miss the movement.
"What, do you have a glasses fetish?" Kurt joked, pulling Dave's specs off him. He blinked as the room became ever so slightly blurry. "Are these prescription?"
Dave looked vaguely uncomfortable, ignoring the first question, "Yeah, they're mine."
"You wear glasses? How did I not know that?"
"Yeah. Well, I'm supposed to. I only really wear then when I'm alone in the house."
Kurt chuckled, and Dave raised an eyebrow. What was so funny? "Me too. I only need to wear them for reading, and never in public, but still." He put Dave's on, "Whoa, these are strong."
"Yeah my option keeps telling me to get contacts."
"Why? You should just wear these more often."
"Can't wear them for sport."
"True, but they're..." Kurt clamped his mouth shut before he could say something embarrassing. This is why he didn't drink; he lost all inhibitions. Ever since he and Blaine had hit the rocks, staying sober at parties wasn't high on his priority list anymore. Though, this hadn't ended up well in their history of relapses, and Kurt still felt his cheeks flush at the amount of times he and Blaine had ended up fooling around drunk even after solidly declaring their break up.
Dave had never approved.
"They're what?"
"Cute." Kurt said it before he could stop himself. Damn the alcohol. "You look all smart and sophisticated."
"Uh, thanks?"
"Sebastian was hitting on you. Again." If Dave didn't know better, he'd think Kurt sounded upset about that. But he knew better.
"He's always like that." he told Kurt. Reassured him, perhaps. Kurt always had been sensitive wherever the Warbler was concerned.
Kurt fixed his gaze on Dave. "You're not going to...you know?"
Dave knew. He knew that Kurt hated Sebastian, knew that he hated that Dave and Sebastian had fooled around. But that was irrelevant, at least right now. What, did Kurt expect him and Sebastian to go fuck in the bathroom?
"He's with Blaine."
"They're not..." His eyes were still fixed on Blaine and Sebastian, "together. Not right now."
"They look pretty together to me."
Dave had a point. The two had pulled apart from each other, only for Sebastian to latch onto Blaine's neck. His hands were slipped around the shorter boy's waist, and it was pretty hard to miss Sebastian's hand cupping Blaine's ass.
"Ugh. I am so fed up of those two." Kurt groaned, "One day they're not talking, the next they're planning nuptials."
"Jealous?"
Kurt was about to answer when something caught his eye. Sebastian was gesturing him over, a wicked smile plastered on his face. Dave knew that smile. He'd seen in Scandals when Sebastian was trying to score a trick. He'd seen it when Sebastian had looped his fingers through the top of Dave's jeans and suggested a quick fuck at his place. And now it was aimed at Kurt. "Go." Dave muttered, squeezing Kurt's shoulder. Kurt shot him a confused look, and stumbled forward, but he grabbed Dave's hand as he did so, pulling him along too. When they stepped up to Sebastian and Blaine, Blaine was so dizzy he was leaning on Sebastian's shoulder, and just over the sound of the music, Dave heard Sebastian asking Kurt to join them at his house.
Dave wanted to get away. It was bad enough that Kurt still hooked up with Blaine from time to time, but he really didn't need to see him in a "Seblaine" sandwich. It was hot in theory, but the actuality just made him feel horrible about himself. So he started to walk away, but Sebastian caught him by the wrist.
"Where do you think you're going, big boy?" Dave could see his shocked reflection in Sebastian's glasses, saw himself nearly go cross-eyed as Sebastian leaned in and captured his lips.
Sebastian tasted of beer and whatever fruity thing Blaine had been drinking. The beer was a familiar taste, but Blaine was not. The realisation that he was indirectly kissing Blaine should have made him feel ill, but somehow it was really, really hot. As was the look on Kurt's face that Dave caught over Sebastian's shoulder as they pulled apart. He couldn't see Kurt's eyes, but the boy was bright red and his mouth was just a little bit open. He recognised the expression from when he'd accidently walked in on Kurt watching porn. Living with him had its perks.
"You thought we were going to have all the fun without you?" Sebastian teased, pulling Dave back to reality.
"Well, we already had plenty of fun." Dave said quietly, so that the others couldn't hear. He and Sebastian had met up after Dave had got out of hospital. Kurt had told him about how Sebastian had dedicated all their Regionals songs to him, and Dave had been touched. But not quite as touched as he was when he met up with Sebastian at Scandals a few months later. He had done his fair share of touching, too, at Sebastian's house. And in Dave's, and even in some cheap crappy motel when both their parents had been home. Their little fling - because that's what it was, neither of them would even think to justify it with a different name - had lasted a good few months before Dave had gone off to college. After that, they'd barely spoken. It was all a haze to Dave now, but he'd assumed Sebastian had wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Apparently, he was wrong.
"More people equals more fun." Sebastian said, looping his arm around Dave's neck. "Unless you think it'll be awkward with Kurt..."
"Why would it be awkward?" Dave snapped back, and then immediately want to retract it because, fuck, that was a definite confirmation. Sebastian grinned that smarmy smile of his and leaned in once more.
"No reason. If you don't want in, Blaine and I can handle Kurt on our own just fine." He suddenly swiped Dave's glasses with his free hand and squinted through them, before putting his own bigger ones on Dave. "I think I prefer the hipster look for you. Fuck, either these are strong, or whatever I was drinking was."
"Do you even know what you're saying?" Dave ducked out from under Sebastian's arm, glancing over at Kurt and Blaine. Blaine was clinging to Kurt's arm, looking like he was about to fall over, but Kurt's gaze was still fixed on Sebastian and Dave. If he didn't know better, he'd think that Kurt was pissed off. He sent Sebastian a curt nod, and was promptly dragged back over, to where Kurt detached himself from Blaine and grabbed his arm.
"Everything okay?" he asked, reaching up to touch Dave's cheek before jerking back, blushing. "Um. What did Sebastian want?"
"He was trying to convince me to have sex with you guys."
"Wait...what?"
"Sebastian didn't mention that to you?"
"He said we were going to sleep at his place! He didn't mention...you're serious? He wants to have a..." Kurt trailed off, and Dave could see it, he was contemplating it. The process went from shock, to confusion, to arousal, to shame and finally admittance.
"Kurt?" Dave asked, shocking Kurt out of his stupor.
"Yes."
"Really? I mean, isn't this kind of...adventurous?"
Kurt nodded, and fixed his gaze on Dave, eyebrows furrowed. "I really like those glasses on you." Dave's hand flew up to where Sebastian's glasses still sat on his nose.
"Uh, now really isn't the time-" the rest of the sentence was muffled as Kurt kissed him. Their glasses clink together, Kurt pushing closer and exploring Dave's mouth, as if he hadn't done this before. Kurt kissed nothing like Sebastian at all. He was slow and deep, enjoying the taste of Dave, like he had the rest of his life to relish it.
When they finally pulled apart, Kurt's lips were pink and wet. Dave's tongue darted out to lick his own, and Kurt immediately looked away, embarrassed.
"Okay, Dave's convinced." Sebastian interrupted, shoving Kurt aside. "Can we go now, or does Blaine have to kiss him too?"