AN: This is my first proper Kurtbastian story, and first time I've written Kurtbastian properly. This was actually a prompt by razzlejazzle90 on tumblr, so the credit for the plot goes to her! I've just written this.
COVER IMAGE ISN'T MINE. IF THAT IS YOUR IMAGE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CREDIT YOU, OR TAKE IT DOWN IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO USE IT.
Worry not, I haven't strayed from Klaine - they are still my OTP, but there's something in me that can't help but love Kurtbastian!
I hope you enjoy!
Rated M for potential later events (it will be a lot later on in the story)
Even though it had been over a month since he'd moved to New York, Sebastian was still over-whelmed by how large the city was and just how many people actually lived here. It was so much different from Ohio, and definitely in a positive way. It was just.. It was so much more accepting, and there wasn't much of a chance of having abuse hurled at him if he'd ever walked down the street with another guy.
Which, actually, had been another change in Sebastian's life. Ever since the incident with David Karofsky, Sebastian had changed. At least, he felt he did. He didn't flirt and sleep with as many guys as he used to, and actually had softened up. He didn't mercilessly tease like before, and actually thought about what he was saying before the words tumbled out of his mouth. Of course, the teasing and flirting side was still there to Sebastian – it wasn't exactly something that was going to be gone forever – but it was a lot more subdued.
And, in turn, Sebastian didn't actually walk down the street with many guys any more. He did have the few hook-ups here and there, but it was practically non-existent, and any time he happened to be walking down the street with one of these hook-ups, either no one gave a second glance, or would just smile in their general direction. Whereas in Ohio, they'd be lucky if they didn't get one abusive comment hurled their way.
Tonight, after a particularly long week at college, Sebastian decided to go to one of the local bars to let off some steam. He felt like he deserved it. So, once he'd finished up for the week, Sebastian forgone any assignments that had to be done, showered, styled his hair, and selecting an outfit that was appropriate for visiting bars, Sebastian double checked that his phone was fully charged lest anything happened, before turning around and heading out. His dorm-mate was out every single weekend, so he didn't feel the need to tell him where he was going. Chances were, the boy would be nowhere to be seen when he came back.
The bar was expectedly incredibly crowded, so much to the point that it was an effort for Sebastian to even get to a point where he could actually see the bar. Fortunately, the closer that he approached the bar, the more the crowd had thinned out, as they were either dancing, sitting down at one of the tables or the bar, or they were ordering their drinks. There was probably a few people that had sneaked away to have a quickie in the bathroom stalls, but Sebastian wasn't looking for that tonight. He just wanted to relax.
As he made his way to the bar, Sebastian couldn't help but notice one man sitting at the bar with his back turned to everyone else. He was alone, and his hair looked dishevelled. Sebastian couldn't actually see from this angle, but his clothes were clearly not meant to impress like everyone else in the room. They matched, but that was about it. It was definitely someone who was here to drink their problems away. Sitting down a few stools across from them, Sebastian quickly ordered a beer, before offering a small smile to the man, before looking away.
Just as he did this though, Sebastian's head whipped around when he realized that he knew exactly who this was. Even though they looked completely different from how he usually did, there was no denying that the man across from him was Kurt Hummel. Sebastian had seen him enough times in the Lima Bean last year that even if the flamboyant clothes and elaborately styled hair were replaced with clothes made out of a potato sack with holes cut out for limbs and a head hole, and a ridiculous fake moustache, he'd recognize Kurt. The same applied for Blaine, but for some reason, it applied to Kurt even more so. He didn't really know why that was, considering that up until Regionals he was pursuing Blaine, but he had to guess it was du to the fact that Kurt's fashion sense was a lot more memorable than Blaine's. And Sebastian knew that Kurt cared a lot about how he looked, and never had a strand of hair out place, and his clothes were always kept perfectly neat and tidy.
Which was why it was so shocking to see him like this, and it was concerning to Sebastian. It probably wasn't even in fashion considering that Kurt was the only person that Sebastian had seen looking like this, apart from a few people he passed in the streets who looked like their lives were falling apart... was this what was happening to Kurt? Sebastian hadn't heard anything from Blaine or the other Warblers about any problems with the boy, but now that Sebastian thought about it, something definitely happened to Kurt. He looked incredibly melancholy and completely detached from the rest of the world, his eyes were red and swollen. Glancing down at the bar, Sebastian raises an eyebrow at there was quite a few glasses around him. Kurt was definitely out of it – or at the very least ignoring Sebastian, because Sebastian had been looking at him for just over a minute now. Deciding that staying silent wasn't going to do any good, Sebastian moves down a few seats, and sits down next to Kurt.
"Kurt?" Sebastian says, quirking an eyebrow at him "Is everything okay?"
Kurt turns around, before rolling his eyes the instant his gaze falls on Sebastian. "What do you want, Sebastian?" Kurt gives an exasperated sigh, his speech ever so slightly slurred.
"I just want to know what's wrong, Kurt," Sebastian frowns slightly "You aren't usually like this."
Sebastian was half expecting Kurt to give some comment about how he wouldn't notice how Kurt usually was because he was either "too busy ogling his boyfriend to care" or "couldn't even see a foot in front of him for his giant horse teeth/ego". It was a common occurrence between them – Kurt would snark at him, and Sebastian would retaliate, and it would just switch back and forth with them. It was what Sebastian enjoyed the most out of the things that happened whenever they were together, and right now Sebastian was just mentally preparing himself for whatever remark Kurt was going to come away with.
But it never came.
Instead, Kurt let out a heavy sigh, and turned away from him "Just leave me alone, Sebastian," He says, taking a swig from whatever it was he was drinking. Looking up from his glass, Kurt narrows his ees slightly at Sebastian "Why do you even care..?"
Sebastian bit his lip, and tried to think. Why did he care so much? Kurt wasn't even his friend. But he wouldn't feel right about just ignoring Kurt when he was like this. He couldn't exactly say that to him though. Kurt more than likely wouldn't believe him. They hadn't spoken at all since that time when Sebastian was going to visit Karofsky in the hospital and Kurt was just leaving. They spoke briefly but not at any great length, so Kurt probably didn't notice the slight changes to Sebastian that were happening then. And Kurt had no reason to believe that Sebastian was any different fro when they were still at high school.
"I don't really know, if I'm going to be honest," Sebastian exhales and gives a shrug "But you're literally the only person I know from Ohio that actually came to New York this year, and not leaving it to take a gap year or didn't get accepted into whatever college it was that they wanted."
"Really?" Kurt sniffs, and raises an eyebrow at Sebastian "Not even any of the Warblers?"
"Not even one of the Warblers," Sebastian shakes his head "What about you then? Why isn't Wannabe Barbara with you?" He adds lightly, not meaning to be cruel, but just teasing
"Rachel didn't get into NYADA," Kurt says simply, taking another swig fro his drink.
Sebastian looks at Kurt in shock, his eyebrows going up to his hairline "Are you serious? She really didn't get in?" It was definitely shocking to say the least – now that he actually heard Rachel singing at Regionals, he'd learnt that the girl wasn't all talk, and actually was a good singer – he would've expected NYADA to pick her up in a heart beat.
"Yeah, she choked on her audition," Kurt says with a sigh. Was this what was getting to him? "Like... really badly. But she managed to get Madam Tibideaux to come to hear her sing at Nationals."
"How did that turn out then?" Sebastian asks, before taking a small drink from his beer, only just remembering that he actually had it.
"Well, obviously she didn't get in," Kurt looks over at Sebastian, with his eyebrow slightly raised "But Madam Tibideaux phoned her after she got her letter, and told her that next year, she's getting an audition right away and the application form will just be a formality. Basically, if she gets her audition right next year, she'll be in NYADA then,"
"That's good," Sebastian nods "It must be tough for the both of you.. Hadn't you two pretty much planned you two coming to New York together? Is that why you're so upset."
"No, it's not," Kurt says, starting to sound a little irritated, his head turning to hold Sebastian's gaze "Look, Sebastian, I don't want to talk about it. Not here at least."
Sebastian continues to hold Kurt's gaze for a while before a slight smirk "How about we go out and get coffee then?"
"Coffee?" Kurt repeats, looking at Sebastian a little skeptically.
"Yeah, coffee," Sebastian nods and smiles over at Kurt "We both like it, and you look like you could do with a cup."
Kurt seems to think for no more than a few seconds, before nodding, "Sure, just let me finish this drink -"
"Nope," Sebastian immediately stands up, and pulls Kurt out of his seat, and leads him towards the door "You've had enough for one night."
Kurt protests as Sebastian pulls him away from the bar, but the other boy doesn't make any effort to actually get back to his drink, and by the time they get to the door, he seems to stop fighting Sebastian altogther.
Looking across the street, Sebastian's face falls when he sees the coffee shop across the road closing for the night. It wasn't the best, but it was open the latest out of all the nearby coffee places. Noticing Kurt swaying slightly, Sebastian wraps an arm around his waist and keeps him close, not wanting the boy to stumble over.
"I think that's the last of the coffee shops closing," Sebastian smiles wryly down at Kurt, pushing the thoughts of how adorable the pout on Kurt's face was when he spoke. "So.. if you want to, do you want to go to my place for a while instead?"
Kurt looks at Sebastian as if he'd grown a few extra heads, and Sebastian was half expecting Kurt to laugh in his face, and just demanding that he'd be taken back to his own dorm or house or wherever it was he stayed instead. However, Kurt remains silent, and nods, before slightly leaning against Sebastian for balance. Catching Kurt's nod, Sebastian smirks before turning to the road, and hailing a cab that just dropped off a group of loud, and already drunk girls. As it pulls up next to them, Sebastian lets go of Kurt to open the door for him, before sliding in next to him, glancing at Kurt every now and then after telling the taxi driver his address.
AN: So, that was like a prologue of sorts? The next chapter might be longer, but I'm not sure yet. I think the chapters here might be a little shorter than my other fics. The other fic ideas are going to be put on hold for the moment. For now, I'm going to concentrate on this, Bringing Something We Must Learn, and Something I See In You. (And Sad Look That You Wear So Well once Dec gets a chance to write it.)
Next fic update will either be the next part of this (It won't be that long) or Bringing Something We Must Learn. I won't get a chance to write much tomorrow because I have an awards ceremony for my school, and I'm performing in the choir there. But after that I should be able to get some real progress on the next chapter I'm writing (Whatever one it is)