So this is a Smythe-Berry fic. and yeah, it's like five thousand words, so I split it into like three parts plus an epilogue. It took forever to write, and I hope you guys enjoy it, because I enjoyed writing it, and I also enjoyed the fact that I wrote all of it first before I posted it, so I will most definantly be updating very soon if anyone actually cares.
I don't usually like reading over what I read, so if anyone catches a mistake, than don't hesitate to review telling me. I'd like to fix anything that sounds weird.
Very AU. Especially next chapter. So just go along with it.
Disclaimer: I own Glee. And if you believed that, than I'm also Mark Zuckerberg and you should bow down to me.
It's getting harder to breathe, and the heat is so thick it's almost tangible. But the fact of the matter is, if you're really being honest, you couldn't care less. Because you can bare the heat, and you can make do with panting, but you don't ever want to stop doing what you're doing. Because his arms are so strong around you, and his mouth tastes like coconut and his hands are everywhere, and you'd be lying if you said you were uncomfortable, that it didn't feel incredible.
And you'd be lying if you said you knew how you got here.
And not just here, as in the closest you two are currently in, but as in the situation. As in, how you exactly got to this party, or just how exactly things went from crazy to chaotic in a matter of hours.
And you know you're going to wake up tomorrow and you're going to want to regret this, regret him, regret these kisses, these feelings of lust and passion. You're going to wake up tomorrow and want to be ashamed that you slept with him, the enemy.
But the fact of the matter is, you won't really want to.
"I just don't understand why you feel so intimidated by this boy Kurt. Obviously Blaine loves you and only you, I don't think you should get so wrapped up in this. This Sebastian is obviously just trying to push your buttons."You say to Kurt as you drive to the Lima Bean Saturday afternoon.
"Well he's doing an awfully good job if he wants to annoy me. The guy is a total prick." Kurt rolls his eyes and pops a tic-tac into his mouth, "I hate him with all my heart."
"You hardly know him."
"You don't get it Rach, I don't really want to know him."
You sigh and hope that Kurt is just being over-dramatic. "What are you going to do if Sebastian shows up today?"
Kurt chuckles. "Simple. I'm going to tell him how much I hate him and his nonchalant lax-player attitude. How much I despise his little seductive half-grin."
Kurt pulls into the parking-lot of the Lima-Bean. "And I will personally try my hardest to run him over with my car."
"KURT!"
Walking into the Lima Bean is filled with you trying to explain to Kurt how counter-productive it would be if he hit Sebastian with his car; once you two are inside, however, is a whole other story.
Two tables in front of you sits Blaine, black hair gelled back, bowtie front and center as always. Across from him sits the hottest guy you have seen. He has tannish skin with wavy bronze hair that seems to be naturally wind-blown. Even from this distance you can see his hazel eyes, and that seductive smirk Kurt was talking about. He's every girl's wet dream, and he's totally into Blaine.
You can see why Kurt would be jealous. Beside you, you can feel Kurt stiffen as he gets his sassy manner together. Kurt all but struts over to the table, you trailing behind, and casually says, "Blaine, darling, I see you have a guest." Kurt gives Sebastian a nasty glare before turning lovingly to Blaine.
You reach the table and smile because, to be honest, you feel totally uncomfortable.
"I brought a guest as well!" Kurt sing-songs and sits down right next to Blaine. You quickly move to the other side of Blaine and sit down without saying anything. Blaine looks relieved to see you.
"Rachel!" Blaine says happily. "You're here!" You nod and smile, still saying nothing. You feel totally vulnerable in the presence of Sebastian, even if he is gay.
"Meet my friend Sebastian." Blaine says. "Sebastian, Rachel. Rachel, Sebastian." Now you're forced to look at him. Oh no, be cool.
"Hello Sebastian." You say as pleasantly and warmly as possible.
"So you're the famous Rachel Berry. I've heard a lot of rumors about you." He grins knowing he has your attention.
"Like what?" You say hastily, almost too hastily for your liking.
"Oh I don't know, they are just rumors." He sips his coffee. Kurt presses his lips together. "What rumors have you heard, Sebastian."
"All kinds. That you have an amazing voice." He nods to you. "That you try and sleep with every guy possible. " You scoff at that one.
"That you're bossy, ambitious, calculating. Willing to do anything to get what you want. That you make out with every boy in Glee club. That you tried to turn Blaine straight."
"That one is true." Blaine says quietly.
"That you once sent an Asian girl to a crack house because you were intimidated by her. You slept with your choir coach, and you made out with a hotdog for money."
You purse your lips in frustration. "Okay I'm very offended that this is what is going around at Dalton. Most of those rumors were lies."
Sebastian smirks again. "Most?"
"I did try and turn Blaine straight and I may or may not have tried to send Sunshine Corozon to a crack house."
Kurt shakes his head. "Those were not your proudest moments."
"But I am ambitious and cunning and perhaps a little calculating and I do have an amazing voice. But I should not be judged on those qualities."
"Doesn't bother me." Sebastian says grinning. "I've been accused of some of the same things."
"Do not compare yourself to Rachel." Kurt says dryly. "She has so much more dignity than you do."
"And what's the supposed to mean?"
"I'm going to get more coffee." Blaine stands up quickly and hurries over to the counter. Oh no, this is going to get ugly fast.
"You know what it means." Kurt snarls.
"Oh yeah?"
"It means I don't like you or your CW hair, and don't like your Meer-Cat smirk. You smell like Craigs-List, Sebastian, and your hair to head ratio is way off."
"Kurt!" You say startled. "Contain yourself."
"Yeah Kurt." Sebastian smirks. "Contain yourself."
Kurt looks at you. "Do not take his side."
"I'm not taking anyone's side."
"Well it sure looks like it."
You place your hands on Kurt's. "Don't be so over-dramatic, you are making a scene."
Kurt scoffs and gets up. "Good." He eyes you both. "I'm leaving, tell Blaine to call me later." And with that Kurt heads toward the door.
"Kurt!" You call out. "You're my ride."
"Find another one." He yells over his shoulder. You gape. How dare he? You huff and turn back to Sebastian. He looks amused and has that stupid grin on his face again.
"What are you smiling at? You practically just ruined their relationship with your presence!" You yell at him. "And now I don't have a ride back home! Ugh, this is Christmas 2010 all over again."
"What happened in 2010?"
"None of your business!"
He looks at you for a moment and you suddenly feel intimidated and exposed. "You're cute when you're frustrated."
You can't help the blush that creeps onto your cheeks. "Don't try and flatter me Sebastian, your gay.
"Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you." Sebastian whispers.
Your whole body goes warm and your heart flutters and you hate Sebastian for making you feel all fuzzy, because he's gay and you aren't supposed to feel that way towards gay boys!
"What doesn't bother you? And where's Kurt?" You're momentarily startled by Blaine, mainly because you forgot his existence.
"Kurt had a hissy fit and left." Sebastian takes a sip of his coffee. "Really Blaine, how do you deal?"
"Don't insult my boyfriend."
"Yeah." You agree. "Don't insult his boyfriend."
Sebastian laughs again. He doesn't ever appear to be offended or angry. The bastard. "You both are so cute when you're angry." He takes another sip of his coffee as Blaine looks at you in disbelief.
"Anyway," Sebastian continues. "There's a party tonight. You two should come."
"Who's house?" Blaine asks.
"Nick's. He's got everyone from Dalton coming, plus the girls from Crawford Country Day. The party should be alright. As long as there's beer, and I would love to see a drunk Blaine and Rachel."
You gasp and look at Blaine, who, to your surprise, seems to be considering going. You gape. "What time's it start?"
"Nine." Sebastian stands up before continuing. "I gotta run. Gotta get to lax practice. I better see you both at the party." He points at you both. "Catch you later." And with that the Warbler is gone.
Lucky for you, Blaine was kind enough to give you a lift back to your place. "I can't believe Kurt left you there, that was really immature and weird of him." He had said to you while driving back home.
"I understand. He was just feeling the passion of the moment. It felt right at that moment to storm out and leave with a grand performance. I would know, I am a pro at storm-outs." Blaine smiles and you laugh.
"What I mean is that I understand and in a way I respect the inner diva that he unleashed in that moment."
Blaine laughs this time. "Well he still shouldn't have left you."
Silence passes before you have the courage to ask. "Are you thinking about going to that party tonight?"
Blaine squishes his eyebrows together, a sure sign that he's about to lie. "What? No way. I forgot all about that."
"Don't lie to me Blaine; I know you want to go to that party."
"Well maybe just a little bit. I mean I haven't seen the guys since I went to visit them at the beginning of this school year. And of course I would invite Kurt to go. And I mean don't you kind of want to go. I mean the Crawford Country Day girls are cool and everything, but it's been the same pool of girls since eighth grade and I know the guys are going to be jumping at the chance to meet someone new."
"If you haven't noticed, I'm with Finn."
"Yeah, and you think he wouldn't do the exact same thing if he was in your position?"
"No." You say defiantly.
"Get real. He's a guy. And yeah, he's in a relationship with you, but he's still a horny teenage guy and knowing you, he probably isn't getting laid nearly enough to satisfy his needs." Blaine says bluntly.
"Are you calling me a prude?"
Blaine chuckles. "I'm calling you smart. And if you don't go to this party, I'll soon be spelling party-pooper R-a-c-h-e-l." You smile unwillingly.
"And it's not cheating to go to party. You aren't going to make out with anyone."Blaine backtracks. "But then again, knowing drunk you, I'm sure you'd find a way to make out with someone."
You smack his chest. "Oh shut up, I'm perfect."
You call Kurt later that night and he sounds surprisingly excited about the upcoming party.
"So you really want to go to that party?" You say as you bite your cubicle and sit on the edge of your bed. "Even if Sebastian is there?"
"Um, yes." He says and you can hear a crunch on the other line, Kurt must be excited, he eats when he's excited. "I haven't seen those guys in months, and I miss them. I think I can deal with Meer-cat Manner for a couple of hours…don't you want to go?"
"I do. But I mean, I don't know any of those people, and I mean you and Blaine are probably going to leave me by myself. And you might drive off again, like you did today, and leave me."
"I said I was sorry." Kurt says.
"I know, it's just…" You sigh. "Finn, I can't do that to Finn. He'd want to come too, and if he found I went without him, he'd get so mad."
"What does Finn have to do with any of this? He is not the boss of you. You can do whatever you want to do. You can party without him, he isn't your dictator."
You fall on the bed and groan. "Come on, you have to come to the party. You haven't even been to a party since Santana's National's Party, and that wasn't even that fun, because you and Finn made everyone else watch you guy's little Finchel Love Fest. Ugh, it was disgusting."
"Hey!"
"You know I love you, and you know I love Finn, but you two together are just…"
"Perfect?" You try.
"Annoying is more like it."You pout even though he can't see you. "You are going to the party Rachel Barbra Berry, even if I have to drag you, you are going. I'll be over in an hour to help you pick out your outfit."
You chuckle. "No lace or silk."
"You give me nothing to work with!"