Title: Causing A Scene

Rating: M (a fairly mild M though)

Warnings: Lot's of drinking alcohol with a fairly casual attitude towards it.

Word Count: 1,200 for this part.

Summary: One night Kurt Hummel walks through the door at Scandal's. And that's the moment everything changes for Sebastian.

A/N: Been on a Kurtbastian kick of late. I have a record of not finishing stories, but for this one aside from a few little bits here and there that I'll complete as I get each chapter ready to post, this story is pretty much already done. Which is a first for me. So, yay :).


He let the alcohol burn down his throat as he focused on not letting the way the slightly bitter after taste made him shudder. It warmed him up from the inside as he sat on the bar stool and waited for the three shots he'd just had to take effect.

Scandals was about the lamest place in the world. But it was the only place within walking distance he could actually go to. This part of Ohio wasn't exactly swimming in gay bars (and straight bars were useless because the guys there didn't want him and girls there kept trying to hit him on and though that was proof of how much of a sex god he was, he didn't do boobs).

At the other end of the bar he could see Dave Karofsky, slowly sipping a beer. His stomach lurched, the guilt from that still hadn't quite disappeared. He'd thought using regional's as a way to raise money would be enough, but it wasn't. And really, he didn't know what he had to feel guilty about. He might have said some mean things to the boy, but he should hardly feel responsible for what happened... right?

He looked away from Dave, purposefully turning his back so he could focus on the task at hand and not the things he felt guilty about.

The task was to get laid. It had been too long, and ever since Luke had decided to get revenge for being used (even though the sophomore should have known what he was signing up for) and spread a rumour that he got an STD after sleeping with him, none of the boys at Dalton would go near him. Even after he went to the effort of going to the doctors to get all the tests done, photocopying the papers and slipping them under the doors of the rooms of all his regular boys (and didn't that make him sound like a slut?).

Unfortunately Scandals sucked (not in the good way) and right now there were only big burly older men. Which, you know, if you were into that would have been great. But he wasn't. Right now the most viable option was Dave Karofsky and, well, he couldn't go there.

He ordered himself a beer. Because maybe, just maybe, there was someone here who wasn't half bad... he just wasn't drunk enough to see it. With the three shots already down, beer would be good to slowly get him over the line.

He was halfway when he walked through the door. And Sebastian was thankful that he wasn't too drunk, but just drunk enough.

Because under no circumstances would he normally look at Kurt Hummel and think 'Yes, I'd very much like to sleep with you tonight'. But with the drinks under his belt, an ever so slight spinning in his head and the slim pickings of the bar that night he could appreciate the long, lean legs of Kurt Hummel and think 'Yes, that'll do well enough tonight'.

Kurt took a seat several places down from him and spoke to the bar tender. As he waited for whatever it was that he ordered, Sebastian got up and casually slid into the seat next to him.

'Well, this is a face I never expected to see here.' he said.

Kurt's eye roll was instant. 'Because what's a chick doing in a gay bar right?'

'Well, now that you mention it... but I was talking more about the fact you're as innocent as they come.' he looked at the Long Island Ice Tea that had just been put down in front of him. 'Have you ever even had alcohol before?'

Kurt picked up the drink, and looked Sebastian straight in the eye as he took a long sip from the straw.

'Not that it's any of your business, but yes, I have.'

Sebastian had to take a moment to recover himself.

'Yeah, ok, whatever, you and everyone else on this planet has had alcohol before. Where's the other one?'

Kurt frowned. 'Other what?'

'I thought the two of you were surgically attached to each other with how disgustingly co-dependant your relationship is.'

'Oh you mean Blaine?'

'Yes, I mean Blaine. I find it difficult to believe he'd let you here by yourself.'

'He doesn't control me.'

'Really?' Sebastian scoffed.

'Really. Anyway, I don't know where he is, but I'm pretty sure he's out with his boyfriend.'

And that stopped Sebastian in his tracks for several long seconds as he gaped at Kurt.

'But... you two were...'

'Exactly. Were. As in, are not anymore.'

'Why?'

'I came here to have a drink, and enjoy myself a little. Not be interrogated. If you're that desperate to know you can track him down and ask him all your stupid questions. You can leave me alone now Sebastian.'

But Sebastian shook his head. He was dying to know what had happened to the golden couple, but he was also dying to get off tonight. And anyway, if he squinted, and tilted his head to the left Kurt wasn't sobad to look at. And Sebastian knew better than anyone a boy nursing a broken heart is much easier to convince than a boy in a relationship.

'I like it here.' he said, leaning back on the stool a little to settle himself in. 'If my presence bothers you that much you can move.'

Kurt shot him a dark look, but didn't go anywhere.

Sebastian smirked. This was going to be too easy.

Kurt was not the lightweight Sebastian had expected him to be. He sat on the stool next to Kurt watching the boy as he slowly drank his long island ice tea, then ordered a appletini, (at Sebastian's raised eyebrows he responded 'I've always been curious about JD's obsession' and Sebastian had smiled because, well, Scrubs had a way of uniting people). After finishing both it was almost impossible to tell he was even halfway to drunk. The only signs being his dilated pupils and that he was voluntarily talking to Sebastian without a scowl on his face.

'Come on,' Sebastian made a grab at Kurt's hand. 'Let's go dance.'

'Oh no, I'm not dancing with you.' Kurt pulled his hand away.

'I'm good,' Sebastian leant forward to whisper in his ear. 'I promise.'

Kurt looked affronted. 'I've seen your moves. You're not that good.'

'Now you're just begging me to prove you wrong.' Sebastian placed his hand over Kurt's again and slowly slid it up his arm until it was resting on his bicep (and he wasn't surprised by the definition he could feel there... no, not at all, it didn'tmake him want to know what other secrets Kurt's body was hiding). 'Come on, just one dance.'

'I didn't come here to dance.'

'Then what did you come here for?'

'The oh so pleasant company.' he tilted his head with a sarcastic smile and casually shook Sebastian's arm off him.

'The oh so pleasant company would like to dance.' he knew he was almost begging... and Smythe's didn't beg. But he hadn't expected Kurt to be so difficult.

'Why are you so desperate?'

Sebastian snapped back. 'I'm not. I'm not desperate. Whatever. Drink your drink alone.' he pulled his phone out and looked at it. 'I just got a better offer anyway.'

He left Scandal's without another thought, ignoring the dull pain in his chest.