I was half way through my first beer of the evening when Jeff bolted over to the window nearly knocking it out of my hands.
"Headlights!" He shouted happily, "its Kurt's! Yay I bet he's got Blaine with him too! Now the party can get started!"
That peaked my interest. I hadn't heard Hummel was coming to this shindig. It made sense considering this was a "Warbler Reunion" party, Jeff's bright idea to gather Warblers past and present. Luckily for us Hunter had moved back out west after the whole steroids debacle and had politely declined the trip back. Okay so polite and Hunter didn't exactly work in tandem, but the end result was favorable because none of us wanted him there anyway. The dickhead. Everyone else was here though. My grade that had just graduated was here, the grade from the year before, and the one before that, and that, basically anyone who had been in the warblers since Jeff was a freshman. That included Kurt and Blaine, the former it couple of the Warblers. The word former in my head caused me to hide a grin in my beer.
I was taking that same sip when Jeff once again almost knocked it out of my hands in his rush to go get the door. I chugged it so it couldn't spill and went off to get a drink from the rather impressive mini-bar Jeff had managed to set up. I heard Jeff throw open the door before anyone even knocked on it and let out a squeal.
"KURT!" He shouted and the sound of Hummel's laughter filled the room. I smiled as I made the drink I was mixing.
"It's good to see you too Jeffry but you need to let me breathe." I heard Kurt say in greeting, "Wow everyone is here. It's great to see you all."
There were various greetings from the group. I finished making the drink and turned around to see Hummel. He looked good. Fuck it. He looked great. Kurt had definitely done some growing up since we had met in his senior year and my junior year. Whereas back then he'd looked like hot twink who completely ruined the hotness by being dressed in leopard print sweaters and scarves, now he looked like a sexy twink who had moved on to tight skinny jeans and army boots. I approved. He was also noticeably alone.
"Hey Kurt, where is Blaine? Thought you were driving in together." Asked the guy called Wes who I'd met a couple times but had graduated before me, reading my mind. Kurt smiled and took his leather jacket off to reveal a tight T-Shirt. I found myself giving him the once over. Practically drool worthy.
"Yeah well he called me this morning sounding like hell. The guy has the immune system of a kindergartener." He laughed happily throwing is head back. I hadn't realized I'd actually missed that laugh. I saunter over and leaned against the wall.
"Looking good, Princess Hummel," I said making my presence known. His head snapped in my direction. "You're actually pretty easy on the eyes when you aren't dressed like a girl." I smirked. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I thought you had turned over a new leaf." He challenged. Good I missed that bitch glare.
"That was a compliment. Look. I even brought you a drink." I walked over and offered him the drink I had mixed him. He took it and shook his head, grinning.
"A Shirley Temple. Very funny." He deadpanned. I shrugged.
"I thought so. And since you don't have to be all responsible boring tonight, I even threw a splash of vodka in there. If you think you can handle it." I teased.
"How thoughtful of you."
"New leaf. I'm nice Sebastian now." I reminded and offered my own beer to him for a cheers. After a pause he reached out and clinked his glass against it.
"To new Sebastian." I grinned and we both took a sip. After I jerked my head towards the living room where everyone was and headed that way knowing he'd follow. He did, because a few seconds later I heard him say in my ear as he caught up to me, "I do appreciate the lack of frilly umbrellas this time."
"Yeah well. Jeff's mini-bar wasn't quite that well stocked, Princess. I did my best with what I had." He laughed and I smiled as we walked in together and sat on the couch closer than I expected him to sit. Not that I was complaining. Until Jeff bounced over and seated himself on his other side.
"Kurt! Kurt!" He squawked in a way only Jeff could, "Tell me all about New York and NYADA and the faaaaaashion." Kurt laughed.
"Welll let's see. Um, New York in the fall and spring is to die for, but the winter is just brutal. Being snowed into an apartment with a loud Jewish girl, a bitchy Latina Lesbian, and the guy who you had been casually dating for like less than a week is not fun." He laughed.
"I didn't know you were seeing someone in New York." David commented.
"It wasn't anything serious." He dismissed it with a wave of a hand and sipped at his drink. "He was cute and nice and British, but it wasn't meant to be. He was a senior and I was a freshman." He sighed dramatically and laughed.
"Oo. An older man. I'm impressed Hummel" I teased. "Finally living up to your twink potential." He laughed. I liked new, less up-tight, post New York Kurt.
"So boys aside, heard you were working for some fashion big shot." Some graduated warbler I vaguely remembered.
"Yeah. With Isabella at Vogue dot com" He answered. Damn that was impressive. I may not hit all the stereotypes of a gay guy but even I knew what vogue was. "But I had to start working part time once I became a full time student at NYADA."
"Seb tried for there" Jeff blurted unhelpfully. Kurt turned to look at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Didn't get in."
"Ouch. Well you can try again in the winter. Worked for me." He offered. "Where are you going in the fall?"
"NYU theatre program." He smiled.
"Cool. We'll have to hang some time in New York" I tried not to show surprise. Since when did Kurt want to hang out with me? Maybe now that I wasn't a threat to his relationship. Blaine managed to fuck that up all on his own.
"Yeah. You can show me all the cool hang outs and places I can get in with a fake ID." I winked. He laughed. His eyes crinkled up when he laughed. It was nice. It made me want to cup his neck and press kisses all over his face, and not even in a sexual way. Geeze, when did I become a sap for Kurt Hummel?