This little story has been floating around in my head for a long time. I intended for it be a smutapalooza but it didn't pan out that way. To be honest I chickened out. I did rate it M though because of mentions of arousal.
I'd like to thank my sweet friend Francesca who is a very talented fic writer for being my beta.
I love Kurtbastian.. They are my babies. This is my first Kurtbastian fic. I hope you enjoy it and will be gentle when you review it. no H8.
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"But Rachel! I'm so bored!" Kurt whined. "We've stayed in every weekend this month. Wouldn't you rather go out and have some fun than die here in this Bushwick apartment a crazy lonely old cat lady?"
"We don't even own a cat, Kurt, and besides I'm tired," Rachel snaps back, rolling her eyes in disgust. "Go and ask Santana. I'm sure she'll go out with you. She's way more fun than me anyway."
"Got that right," Kurt huffs under his breath as he storms off to find Santana.
That's how an hour later Kurt finds himself at Callbacks with Santana, both dressed to kill - Kurt in his painted on skinny jeans, Doc Martin boots, and a vest with his shirt underneath open at the neck, seductively revealing just a hint of the smooth pale skin of his chest. Santana wore a short, low cut red dress with knee high boots. They both attracted a lot of attention as they entered the popular NYADA hang out.
It wasn't long before they found themselves up on the stage, quite inebriated after numerous tequila shots and a Cosmopolitan or two. Their arms were around each other's shoulders, and they were laughing and swaying as they slurred the words to One Direction's Best Song Ever. Kurt attempted to focus his eyes to look out at his audience. They were all around his age, all happily chatting and drinking. Very few were actually showing any interest in the drunken couple singing on stage.
There was one obvious exception and when his green eyes met Kurt's glasz ones across the crowded bar they both smirked at each other in recognition. As the song ended Santana dragged a stumbling Kurt to the bar for another cocktail, scowling as Sebastian Smythe approached them.
"Princess! Shequeera!" He nodded at the friends.
"Craigslist," Kurt retorted. "Are you lost?"
Sebastian threw Kurt his signature smirk as Santana excused herself to use the ladies room.
"Nah. Just here searching for the next 20 minute love of my life in between looking at colleges for after graduation. What do you think of NYADA?"
Kurt glared at Sebastian in horror.
Many drinks later Santana met a girl and was long gone, and Kurt and Sebastian (who were getting along surprisingly well now that all their rivalry over Blaine was behind them) had now moved on to a nearby gay club. They stood close together at the bar. Insults and snarky remarks had long been replaced with flirting and light touches, and after they finished yet another drink Kurt finally invited Sebastian to dance.
'This should be awkward,' Kurt thought to himself, but as he wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck and Sebastian gripped his hips and pulled him close, he realized it felt more right than anything had in a long time.
Their bodies moved rhythmically together in time with the music and the other pulsing bodies around them. Both boys softly moaned as their hips ground deliciously together and it wasn't long before Kurt closed the small gap between them to cover Sebastian's lips with his own. His lips are were soft, wet, and warm; they tasted like bourbon and boy, and responded instantly and enthusiastically to Kurt. Kurt realized in that moment that he was kissing Sebastian Smythe and Sebastian was kissing him back, and that it might just be the best thing he'd ever felt. His pants tightened and a moan escaped him as Sebastian ground roughly into him. Sebastian was hard and hung, too, from what Kurt could feel and it's was with horror that Kurt, the strictly relationship boy, acknowledged that he wanted Sebastian Smythe more than he'd ever wanted any other man. He suddenly didn't care if it was just for one night. He needed the man he was holding in his arms.
Leaning close to Sebastian's ear he told him so and as they jumped into a cab to head back to Kurt's place Sebastian was still stunned. He'd obviously headed out for a wild night in New York City with the full intention of hooking up but never in a million years did he expect it to be with pale gay faced Lady Hummel of Lima Ohio. He despised Kurt, his high pitched voice and his feminine clothing, or did he? When their cab left the curb he pulled Kurt close against him for another messy passionate kiss. It was all teeth and tongue and desperate need. Kurt moaned Sebastian's name breathlessly in response and all Sebastian could think about was how beautiful Kurt's voice would sound screaming it out later when he fucked him hard into his mattress over and over and over.