This is an excerpt from a long rambling story that I can't seem to finish. So, I realized there's a Kurt/Blaine story with a beginning, middle and end buried in the middle of a Sam/Mercedes story. Here it is.
"Well, fancy meeting you here." Sebastian Smythe kicked Blaine Anderson's ski-pant clad leg to one side and sat down beside him on the loveseat facing the fireplace in the ski lodge. He handed Blaine a drink. "Drink this" he said, handing him a glass of milky liquid. "It'll warm you up." He sat back and drained his glass. "That's what I love about Europe, no minimum drinking age."
Blaine tasted the alcohol. Liquorice? "What is this?"
"Absinthe. Makes the heart grow fonder." he laughed at that ancient joke. "Hard to get back home. Montreal, that's where I go to get it. Legal drinking age is 18 up there. I'll take you sometime."
"Kurt too?"
"You dog!" he laughed again, his grey eyes reflecting the firelight. "I would have never guessed you for a 3 way. No, he'd just slow us down." He leaned closer to Blaine and whispered conspiratorially. "One man at a time. That's my motto and Kurt's not the man to make me change my mind. No offense."
"None taken. You don't like Kurt?" Blaine was starting to feel the glow of the alcohol.
"What little I know about Kurt I don't like. Sounds fickle, here one day and gone the next. Funny, normally I don't mind that in a guy." He tossed back the drink. "Skipped out on the Warblers to go to Nationals with his old friends. I saw their performance. Hah! Talk about embarrassing. And he left you for that." he sighed thoughtfully, as if he'd never really given Kurt much thought. "And the way he dresses? That must have taken some getting used to. God only knows what he's doing right now." He added with a sideways glance to Blaine.
"I'm not worried. I trust him." Blaine finished his drink.
"Yeah, a guy that looks like that you probably don't have to worry about somebody hitting on." Sebastian waved his hand and two more drinks magically appeared. "How long will you be here?"
"Til Thursday. The rest of my family is still on the slopes. We come here every Christmas. For that and..." A warning light flashed deep in Blaine's brain.
"And what?" Sebastian pressed.
"My birthday." He said ignoring the warning light. "Yesterday was my birthday."
"It was?" Sebastian sounded very pleased to hear that. "I'll have to come up with something extra special to do do for you." He smiled, a dangerously seductive smile. "To celebrate your birthday." Sebastian looked down at his empty glass and suddenly grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go!"
"Go where?"
"Don't panic," Sebastian said with a smooth laugh. "you're not being kidnapped. We're just going to the bar to see the whole ceremony. You don't just pour absinthe in a glass and slide it across the bar. There's specific water fountains and special spoons to go with this."
Two more drinks and suddenly they're in Sebastian's room, standing on a freezing cold balcony. "We have to do this outside" he explained, "because there's a slight risk of explosion and even I can't get get away with blowing up a hotel. At least not an expensive hotel." Blaine watched as the older boy dipped the sugar cube in absinthe, put it on a spoon over the absinthe and water mixture, and lit it.
"Ohhhh" Blaine said, giggling like he was seeing fireworks.
Sebastian laughed and put his arm around Blaine. "Give it a minute, we've got to let the flame go out." He leaned over and kissed Blaine, a test kiss to see how he'd respond. The next 10 seconds are critical, Sebastian knew from previous experience, and he wasn't totally disappointed. Not the response he was hoping for but not a complete NO either. He decided Blaine's had enough to drink, time to move this party indoors.
With Blaine, there's a thin line between drunk and passed out, a line Sebastian crossed before he knew it. One minute Blaine's sitting on the edge of the bed and Sebastian is showering him with kisses. He's not responding much but he's not running for the door either. Sebastian unbuttoned the younger boy's shirt and gently brushed his nipples with his tongue. Blaine giggled, a good sign. The next time Sebastian looked up, Blaine was sound asleep.
Sebastian looked at him while he tried to decide on his next move. Getting a guy drunk in order to get laid was one thing, raping a guy was a whole other thing – a thing to which Sebastian Symthe didn't have to stoop. And was Anderson even worth all this effort? It had been easy, too easy, to find out he'd be here. Back at Dalton they loved to talk about the fabulous Blaine Anderson. Ditching his family, also easily done. As long as he's asking for money they never say no. It's love and affection that's rationed in the Smythe household.
He was standing by the window, watching the sun set on the French Alps, when Blaine's phone rang. Sebastian picked the phone up from the floor. Kurt! A plan formed in his mind.
"Hey Kurt! What's up?" He said cheerfully.
"Who is this?" the soft, high voice came back.
"Sebastian. Remember me? From Dalton?"
Twenty seconds of silence. "Where's Blaine?"
"Sleeping. I guess he's worn out. Sorry, all my fault. Want me to wake him up?"
"I don't believe you." he said after hesitating for a few minutes.
"I can send you a picture if you want. Hold on for a second." he hung up and took a picture of a sleeping shirtless Blaine. He composed the picture carefully so that it appeared that Blaine was completely nude - if Kurt was the insecure type which Sebastian guessed he was. He hit send and called Kurt back.
"Got it?"
"Yes. Can you deliver a message to Blaine? Tell him to go to hell!"
"Got it! Anything else I can do for you?" he asked with a smirk in his voice.
"Yes, you can go to hell too!" Kurt hung up.
Kurt sat on Mercedes' sofa, ruining Mercedes and Sam's plans for the afternoon. Her folks were in Columbus visiting her brother, they had the whole house to themselves, and who came knocking on the front door but Kurt. Kurt, who hadn't been her friend for most of last year, and now it seems to Sam that she can't get rid of him. That's the trouble with dating such a sweet girl, Sam thought. Her maternal instincts kicked in the moment she saw Kurt's red-rimmed eyes and now she's force feeding him hot chocolate.
Losing Blaine ain't losing much, in Sam's opinion, but he decided to keep that opinion to himself. Sam had to admit that was a hell of a way to find out about Blaine's cheating on him and this Sebastian sounds like he could give Shane asshole lessons, which is a feat in itself.
There's no point in sending her 'get rid of him' signals, not where Kurt is concerned, so Sam gave up. "Are you hungry? I'm making lunch. Unless you have somewhere else you need to go?" he added hopefully.
"Thank you. The rest of my family, and Rachel, went to Toledo."
"So you've got all day?" Sam asked, trying to hide his disappointment. He only had two hours before he had to be at work.
Mercedes, who was currently rocking Kurt like a baby, shot Sam a dirty look. "Kurt, I need to talk to Sam for a minute. I'll be right back." She kissed the top of his head.
She walked over to Sam with her 'gonna give you a piece of my mind look', which dissolved the minute he reached down and brushed her hair back behind her ear. She looked up at him and laughed, a laugh Kurt had never heard before. Then they started kissing like Kurt wasn't there.
"Shit!" Mercedes turned and stared at him, Kurt's not one for profanity. "You guys probably had plans and here I am, blubbering all over the place. I'm going. You two have fun." He laughed ruefully.
"Going where?" she asked, alarmed.
"Don't worry, I'm not headed for the nearest bridge. I'm going to talk to Santana."
"Santana?" they both said in shock.
"We're kind of a McKinley gay support group. When Finn outed her a couple of other gay kids, kids I never even knew about, reached out to her. There's about a dozen of us and we get together sometimes. I found out Santana can be nice when she's not being defensive. Plus Britt's out of town for the holidays and I've talked to her a couple of times so I know she's around."
"Cool! Bye." Sam said opening the front door before Kurt got a chance to change his mind. The last thing Kurt heard was Mercedes laughing her new laugh.
Kurt sat in a far corner of McKenna's, waiting for Santana. Santana likes this place and Kurt figured he could get to like it too. It's near the college so high school kids don't hang out here much, at least not the straight ones. Bill McKenna, the owner, prides himself on his tolerance. He'd have to, his wife is black and his son is gay. Ben McKenna, and his boyfriend Tim, are two of the gay kids he met though Santana. Sometimes Ben and his sister Alice, a TroubleTone dancer who is apparently straight, open the coffeehouse on Saturday nights for gay-friendly teen mixers. Not all of the kids that come are gay but none of them have a problem with it. He was going to need help to move on from Blaine.
The chatter in the room died down for a second and Kurt knew Santana was there. She always gets that reaction when she walks in a room. How does she do that?
"Hey, babe!" she said leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. She was wearing a long black leather coat over a short red dress and red boots. Her thick black hair was pulled back with a blood red headband. Stunning, the girl was stunning, and half the coffeehouse noticed. "What's up?"
He slid a cup of coffee to her. "Well, to tell the most predictable story in the world, Blaine's cheating on me with someone who's sexy, rich and has a magnetic personality."
"Male or female?"
"Male of course! Blaine's gay."
"Blaine always struck me as..." she backed up seeing Kurt's expression. "Okay, he's gay. I just thought if it's a girl there's not much you can do to compete, is there? Do you know for sure or is it just a bad feeling you have?"
Kurt showed her two pictures Sebastian had sent. One of the shirtless Blaine, the other of the two of them laying in bed. Santana studied the pictures.
"Wow, that looks really bad." She handed the phone back to him. "Did you talk to Blaine yet?"
"No. I haven't heard from him. Looking at the pictures he's going to be asleep for a while."
"And you know the guy?"
"Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe from Dalton. He's been chasing Blaine for a while. Looks like he caught him."
She moved her chair closer to his and put one arm around him. "Do you want Blaine back?"
"He cheated on me!"
"Yeah, but do you want him back?"
"How could I want him back? How could I ever trust him again?"
"Do you at least want to know why he did it?"
"Because he's a slut?" He looked at his coffee cup. "I don't give a damn WHY he did it."
"Sure you do, you'd be out looking for a replacement if you didn't. Let me tell you something about cheating, I'm somewhat of an expert. It's almost never about the person you're cheating with, they're just a penis you're using. It's always about you and the person you're cheating on. It's because you're hurting, hurting in a way you can't put in words and you feel like you can't talk to the person you love. Maybe you think you can't trust them to understand you, at least that's my issue. Who knows what his issue is. But, the new person is just a diversion. If you can't express it to the new person then two weeks from now there'll be another new person." She looked at Kurt to make sure he understood what she had just said. "Maybe you guys should see somebody."
"See somebody?" he said slowly.
"I see somebody." She handed Kurt a business card. "I used to be so angry, and so scared. That day with Finn, I was crazy that day, out of control crazy. It's no wonder he went off. And then, the worst thing that could possibly happen to me happened and you know what?"
"What?"
"I survived. I got help and I survived. You should go at least couple of times, with or without Blaine. Maybe he's a douche-bag. If so, you can't let that affect the whole rest of your life, thinking a douche-bag is the best you can hope for." She lifted his chin to make sure he was looking into her eyes. "You know what the first guy I fell in love with taught me?"
He shook his head.
"He taught me I was only good for one thing. It took years for me to wipe that out. I almost lost Britt cause I couldn't stop replaying that, over and over again. No matter what, don't start believing shit like that about yourself. You're so too good for the likes of Blaine Anderson." She laughed. "And Sebastian's not all that sexy if he can't even keep a man awake."