Title: Between Him and Him (Chapter 1: First Day)
Rated: M
Writing Time: 02/14-02/29/2012
Pairing(s): Kurt/Sebastian, Bluff (Blaine/Jeff/Kurt) friendship, future Kurt/Sam
Warnings: Lots of sexual innuendos, mentioned drug use, light language, obvious smut, homosexual acceptance, and same-sex marriage references. You don't like, don't read. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Chris Colfer/Kurt would get much more screen time, the show would be better written (or I'd at least try), Quam, Samtana, Klaine and Samcedes would've NEVER happened and Chord Overstreet/Sam would've never left the show after the end of season two! That and Chord would never leave my bedroom but that's another story for another time (and one I'd be too selfish to share ;) So without further ado, on with the smoochies ^^
Summary: Spoiled blueblood Sam Evans finds himself falling in love with a man that wants nothing to do with him.
Author's Note: Well, here it is, another AU I've had in the works for quite some time. I'm a little nervous about it because this is my first Glee pairing that isn't Hevans or Keff. I've never written Kurtbastian before so I hope all the Kurtbastian!stans out there like this. To all the Kummers reading this as well, don't worry. This story WILL end on a Hevans note but you'll just have to read to find out how! I promise ^^ Betaed by me; if you happen to spot some (if any) mistakes, please don't hesitate to point them out via review or PM. Thank You!
Dedication: To all those out there who reasonably understand why Samcedes is SUCH an insult-to-heterosexual-relationships ship and WHY Hevans will always be the most sought-after Sam-centric pairing: this one's for you! We minorities need to stick together ^^
"Keep fucking sucking," Sam Evans commanded the mouth that engulfed his wood in wet heat, the anonymous cavity continually going to town.
Sam folded his hands behind his head and sighed as the eager-to-please office assistant bobbed his head up and down Sam's length.
This is the life, Sam thought as he felt the muscles in his lower areas begin clenching up.
Without warning, the blonde unleashed his orgasm into the mouth responsible for it. The office assistant's brown eyes flew open from the force of Sam's shot; he did his best to swallow it all down. Sam's boner dwindled until he wasn't hard anymore and he tucked himself back into his shorts, zipping up his gray slacks.
"Well thanks for that Ken. Get back to work."
Sam moved the rolling chair back so the office worker could get out from underneath the desk. Ken (whose I.D. badge hanging from his shirt pocket read Kevin) quietly ambled out from between the desk and scurried from the large office.
The blonde man watched his employee leave through the frosted-glass double doors of his office but they didn't close. A man shouldered past Ken (Kevin, whatever the hell his name was!) and Sam instantly shot up, knocking over his high back chair in the process.
"Grandfather," Sam said in a thick voice, holding out his hand as the man approached.
Archibald Evans looked at his grandson's hand and dismissed it with a wave of his own. He walked around both the desk and his grandson to pick up the chair off the floor and sat down. Sam maneuvered himself around the desk and sat down in one of the front-facing seats.
"How have you been, Grandfather?" Sam asked, trying to break the thick tension lingering in the air.
"Never mind me, Samuel. How have you been?"
Sam blanched. Grandfather never asked how he was personally. He had to have something sneaky in his back pocket or he would've never said anything.
"I've been fine Grandfather, thank you for asking." He knew she should've left it alone but the curiosity was too much for him to ignore. "What are you doing here?"
The spark Sam had seen in his grandfather's eyes flashed with the strength of a forest fire as a newspaper came out of nowhere and smacked him in the face. Hard. Sam realized it was a rolled-up copy of the New York Post. Opening the paper and roaming towards the society pages on instinct, Sam's eyes glossed over a picture of him on one of his many nights out on the town. This is what had Grandfather so riled up? It wasn't like there weren't other pictures of him with his tongue down some guy's throat while his hand was down another's pants; he couldn't understand what made the old man so angry. Sam usually blacks out when he drinks too much so he doesn't recognize the two other men in the black-and-white picture with him.
It had to have been from sometime this week the photo had been taken. What Sam didn't get was why his grandfather would come all the way downtown to throw a newspaper at him. Like he mentioned before, this wasn't the first time a picture like this had been published in the society pages.
"Nothing to say, have you?" Archibald glared, further angered by Sam's silence.
"What am I supposed to say, Grandfather?" Sam questioned. "I don't remember that night."
Archibald scoffed. "I daresay you wouldn't considering how much you drink. You want to know what I'm doing here?"
Sam looked up, a little hurt by the tone in his grandfather's voice. He did his best to hide it as he nodded slowly. "I'm here to tell you it's over, little boy. I'm tired of seeing the family shame splashed across page six."
"What do you mean 'it's over'? What's over?"
The white-haired old man sucked in a deep breath. "This 'party-hardy' lifestyle of yours, Grandson; it's over. I want you to find some nice boy to settle down with and stop wasting your life and my money in these immoral clubs with these fame whores. You're twenty-six years old Samuel; it's more than time you act like it!"
Sam still didn't understand what his grandfather was working himself into a tizzy over. Sam had been acting like this ever since he was sixteen, that's ten years of his life right there. As for marriage, he didn't plan on playing that card until his thirties; the only reason he would was so he could please his parents if he had to. He had no plans whatsoever to settle down anytime soon or at all for that matter. He liked his life far too much to be tied down to someone forever. This 'immoral' behavior was nothing new to him, his family or for those who read the society pages to see; what was the old man up to?
"I still don't understand."
Archibald scoffed again. "Why am I not surprised?" he asked no one in particular. "I'm telling you if you want to continue living the way you do, do it on your own dime. Go out and drink and snort and sleep your way through Manhattan with your own money. I can easily get your brother or sister to do the job you don't. What's it gonna be, Samuel?"
The blonde's head was spinning. He felt like he was in one of those bad made-for-cable movies where the family patriarch cuts the rich kid off at the knees and forces him to work and live out in the real world. Well, he was already working in the real world; Grandfather had been grooming him to become the next CEO of Evans Group after his father since he was fourteen.
"I see that's not enough to get through to you. Maybe this'll be incentive: I want you to find yourself someone worthy of marriage before your birthday or you're completely cut off," Archibald's words cut through him like a knife.
By my birthday? Sam thought.
It was the first of February now and Sam's birthday was November twentieth. Could he really find someone 'worthy of marriage' in Manhattan in less than ten months? Better question yet: did he want to find someone to marry?
A thought struck him. "You said 'find someone' by my birthday, yeah? Does that mean I need to be married to him before then?"
The old man shook his head. "No. I wouldn't force some poor boy to be married to you without a year's engagement or so. But don't think that means you'll get out of marrying him!"
Damn, this old fucker plays hardball!
Sam couldn't think of anything to add to that. "What happens if I don't find someone?"
Archibald grinned poisonously. "You're cut off from the Evans trust, Group and no longer my problem. Not to mention you're no longer a drain on my bank account."
BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD! Sam wanted to scream aloud.
Standing up and taking in a deep (very deep) breath, Sam reached out his hand across the desk in his grandfather's direction. The older man arched an eyebrow before picking the newspaper off the desk and pushing the chair back, standing up to his full height. He ignored Sam's hand as he walked around the desk and his grandson, pushing open the office doors and walking into the marble lobby of the fiftieth floor.
The blonde just stood at the foot of his desk flabbergasted, hand still stretched out in a shake. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Kurt Hummel's eyes were shining in delight as he stood in front of the bank of revolving doors of the Evans Group building. He couldn't believe just how lucky he was to have found another job after leaving waiting tables in Brooklyn a month ago. Kurt had jumped up and down in his living room like an escaped mental ward patient for a good five minutes after he got the call from the Evans Group scheduling an interview. Sufficient to say, things had gone well and now here he was, standing on the threshold of the impressive-looking fifty-story building dressed in his best suit. Taking in an excited breath, Kurt walked up to the revolving doors and pushed past them, promptly walking into someone when he slipped into the lobby and knocking that someone down.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Kurt exclaimed as he dropped to his knees to help the old man he knocked down back up. So much for making a smooth entrance, Kurt grimaced.
The old man chuckled at Kurt's worry, accepting the smaller man's hand and help. "Don't you worry about me young man, I'm perfectly fine."
"I'm really sorry," Kurt apologized again as he and the old man staggered to their feet.
"It's quite all right," the old man assured. "It's my own fault for not watching where I was going in the first place."
Kurt was slightly more calmed by the words but his heart was still pounding with nerves.
"What's your name, young man?"
He stuck out his hand immediately. "Kurt Hummel. I'm starting work here today."
The old man smiled warmly at the younger man's naïveté. As much as he can't help but think this man has all the making of a 'twink' (his grandson's preference) he hoped Kurt would be able to avoid the young idiot that shares his DNA. Archie's hand melded into his Kurt's and gave it a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, Kurt Hummel, I'm Archibald but you can call me Archie," he announced warmly. "I'm sure this company will benefit from having you."
Kurt smiled at Archie's warm words; they sounded like something a grandfather would say. The small brunette had to hold down the urge to call him Grandpa. "Thank you, Archie," he settled for instead.
The old man beamed as he clapped Kurt on the shoulder and stepped around him, out the revolving doors and into the world Kurt walked in from.
What a nice old man, the lithe brunette thought.
Taking in another deep breath and keeping his eyes peeled in the empty-ish lobby for people not to walk into, Kurt stepped forward and made his way to the enormous receptionist's desk. He approached an unoccupied blonde and smiled kindly as she beamed up at him.
"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel," he said to her. "It's my first day here."
The blonde practically cooed at him. "You said Hummel, right, Kurt Hummel?" He nodded.
She rustled through some drawers before pulling out a large manila envelope with his name on it. "I'm Brittany Lopez," she announced, handing him the folder. "Inside you'll find your ID badge, a map of the building and your floor inside there, along with some papers you need to bring back at the end of the day. Also, make sure you watch out for Noah Puckerman," she warned in a low voice. "He's a total sex dolphin."
He blinked. "He's a what?"
"Sex dolphin," Brittany repeated like it made perfect sense. "He's Quinn Puckerman's husband but he's a notorious flirt; hits on anything with legs. Just avoid eye contact with him and you'll be alright."
Only two minutes into talking with Brittany and as mean as it sounded in his head, he couldn't help but wonder if she was slightly retarded or brain damaged or… something. "Uh, who's Quinn?" he asked in a vain attempt at changing the subject.
"She's Sam Evans' secretary," Brittany brightened, a smile gracing her face. "He's the big-big boss up on the fiftieth floor and a bigger sex dolphin than Puck. Don't ever go higher than the tenth floor because some people say he has a way of smelling out the fresh twinks that start working here."
Now his head was spinning; his brains threatened to become oatmeal and leak from his ears. He figured the faster he got to his new seventh floor office, the faster his lost IQ points would return. "I'll do that. Thanks, Brittany."
"Welcome to the Evans Group, Kurtie!" she chirped and waved as he began walking towards the elevator bank.
There is definitely something wrong with that woman's head, Kurt thought as he thumbed the elevator button, counting the seconds for a car to arrive.
He only had to wait eight seconds before a bell chimed and steel-blue double doors whooshed open, Kurt not-so-gracefully stumbling inside. The brunette was thankful for being the elevator's sole occupant; no witnesses to his klutzy and undignified move. His thumb jammed against the 7 button and it lit up, closing the doors in front of him. Kurt relaxed a little as the elevator hummed to life, the gentle muzak calming him some as the car carried him from the lobby to the seventh floor.
A small crowd of people were waiting at the door by the time the elevator reached the seventh floor, Kurt timidly stepping out past them all. He opened the envelope Brittany had given him and searched around for the ID badge she said was in there; all the people stepping past him into the elevator were wearing employee badges. Grabbing it, he quickly fastened the clip to his suit pocket, practically becoming as invisible as everyone else who was walking by. He pulled the floor map out next and delighted seeing someone (probably Brittany, he mused with a strange sense of fondness) had highlighted a route from the elevators to the section where his cubicle was waiting for him. He turned around and promptly bumped into someone, only this time he fell to the floor.
"I'm sorry!" a deep voice announced.
Kurt's vision stopped shaking to see a rather handsome man was squatting down beside him, concern contorting the features of his striking face.
"Are you all right?"
The brunette nodded as the sandy-haired man held out a hand and helped him stand up, grabbing Kurt's briefcase and envelope for him.
"I'm really sorry I knocked you down; I wasn't watching where I was going," the man said, straightening out Kurt's jacket for him.
"It's fine," Kurt replied with a smile. "I think it's my karma or something. I knocked someone down in the lobby a few minutes ago so I guess the universe and I are even."
Green eyes gazed into glasz before the man's concerned face became one of amusement and he laughed. Kurt couldn't help but find the sound of this man's laugh calming and before he knew it he was chuckling along.
"I'm Sebastian by the way. Sebastian Smythe," the man introduced himself once he sobered up, holding his hand out for Kurt to shake.
"Kurt Hummel," he replied, firmly grasping the green-eyed man's hand and giving it a shake, instantly liking how soft but strong Sebastian's hand was.
"You're new here, right?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, I just started today. I'm trying to find Section C but…" he held up his map which ripped when he fell down.
"Sorry about that but you're in luck! Section C's where I work. C'mon, I'll show you the way!"
There was no other word to describe how adorable Kurt found Sebastian's puppy-like enthusiasm as the taller man slid a hand behind Kurt's back and guided him down the hall. Along the way, Sebastian pointed out to Kurt the break rooms, stairwells, restrooms and various other sections of offices. Finally they made it to Section C and Kurt was both relived the layout of his floor was easy enough that he would be able to navigate by himself and disappointed because he kind of liked having Sebastian show him where everything was.
"Well, this is it: Welcome to Section C!" Sebastian announced when they approached glass doors that would lead them into one of the office building's many little hearts. "Do you want me to hold your hand and guide you through to your new office?"
Kurt blushed lightly because yeah, he actually wouldn't mind Sebastian holding his hand but he collected his head and willed the blush away from his cheeks. Instead, he reached into the envelope and pulled out a stapled packet of papers Brittany said he needed signed. The blonde neglected to tell him whose signature his papers needed.
"Could you possibly tell me what I'm supposed to do with these?" Kurt asked, handing the papers to Sebastian in a way that forced their fingers to brush together.
If Sebastian noticed or couldn't tell what the brunette was trying to do, Kurt didn't know. The man was as cool as a cucumber as his eyes washed over the ink splashed across the papers he was reading, his fingers still covering Kurt's. "These are just some forms for the section manager to fill out and sign." Pulling open the door and stepping in with Kurt, voices and whirring machinery met his ears in contrast to the quiet hallway they just vacated. "Her office is all the way in the corner there," he said pointing with the hand that had been against Kurt's back. "She'll show you where to go from here."
The brunette nodded; disappointed it meant Sebastian wasn't coming with him. He extended his hand once the lighter brunette handed him his papers. "Thanks again for all your help, Sebastian," Kurt said warmly, holding onto Sebastian's hand a little longer than necessary.
"You're welcome, Kurt," he responded with a bright smile. "Welcome to the Evans Group."
Kurt's cheeks were tingling as he nodded and turned around, making his way through the maze of cubicles towards the section manager's office. His heart was beating faster and faster the closer he approached the corner office and he didn't know if it was nerves or Sebastian's pleasant voice ringing out in his ears that was the cause. Summoning up his courage (the same mantra his roommate Blaine Anderson fed him before he left for work this morning), Kurt knocked on the office door and a voice ushered him in.
A rather tall Asian woman was sitting behind a desk when Kurt stepped in, a light smile set on her face. "Can I help you?"
He stepped up to the desk and extended his hand, the Asian woman standing up to shake it. "Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel," he introduced himself.
"The new arrival," her face brightened in realization. "I'm Tina Chang, section leader," she said. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel."
"You too, Mrs. Chang, thank you," he replied, noticing the diamond on her ring finger. "I have some papers that I'm told need to be filled out by you."
"Ah, yes," she quipped, letting go of Kurt's hand and gesturing for him to have a seat. "I see Sugar's finally got a handle on doing her job right."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, did you not talk to Sugar at the receptionists' desk?" Tina questioned, understanding stretching across her face.
"Brittany Lopez," Kurt corrected.
Now Tina was confused. "How did you know to come here? Brittany's pretty forgetful; she's not exactly known for being straightforward about the little things."
Kurt blushed at the recent memory. "I kind of bumped into someone out in the hall. He told me where I needed to go from there."
Tina didn't miss the way her new employee's pale cheeks turned pink; now she couldn't help but wonder who this male someone was. Whoever he was, it was clear Mr. Hummel was already a little taken with him.
"Well, the important thing is you're here now, helped or not. Let me see the papers please."
The brunette handed her the envelope and the papers spilled out onto her desk. "Ah, these papers. Very well, I'll have them filled out and returned by the end of the day. Now, let's get you to your desk."
Kurt nodded and stepped out of his seat, pushing it in quickly to open the door for Tina as his gentleman upbringing demanded. She smiled as she let herself out of the office, Kurt quietly following behind. Tina guided through a few rows of cubicles before stopping in front of an empty one, holding her hand out for invitation for Kurt to pass her. The partition walls were beige and completely bare; a computer, spinning chair, office phone and printer the sole furnishings.
"Well, here it is," Tina stated the obvious. "I'll give you a little time you settle in before loading you up with work," she said with a clap to his shoulder. "Welcome to Evans Group."
He smiled warmly as she left him to his lonesome, Kurt sitting down in the desk chair. He set his briefcase down at his feet and promptly noticed a little paper football being tossed at it. Kurt picked up it and turned to the cubicle's opening, smiling instantly. Sebastian was sitting in the cubicle across from him, another paper football in his hands. Kurt cupped his hands and Sebastian flicked the football into his hands, giving him a thumbs up when Kurt caught it. Sebastian mimed opening a book and Kurt looked down at the paper in his hands. He unfolded the small football and read the words Welcome neighbor! written in Sebastian's tidy scrawl.
"Thanks, Sebastian," Kurt smiled at the man, his heart filling with lightness.
Sebastian smiled at him, waving a little before turning around and going back to work. Kurt sighed as he stared at the back of those broad shoulders for a moment before doing the same, picking up his briefcase and setting it beside his computer. He unlocked the patent leather case and flipped it opened, pulling out a few picture frames and setting them beside his monitor. He smiled at his and his father's smiles in the photo he set up first, remembering how proud his dad had been of him at his college graduation. The next picture set up was of him, his roommates and best friends since preschool: Blaine and Jeff Sterling. All three of them were grinning like goofballs on film, their landlord kind enough (and that was greatly stretching the term) to have taken the picture for them when they first moved into their Brooklyn apartment a year ago. It was Kurt's favorite of all three of them; beside it went the picture taken by Jeff's mother after their first day of preschool where they had met and spent the entire day together.
"You were a cute kid," a voice sounded behind his turned shoulder.
Kurt turned around to see Sebastian leaning against the open doorway of the cubicle, a teasing grin stretched across his handsome face.
"Thanks," Kurt blushed.
The tall man stepped further in, his eyes reflecting off the glass picture frames. "That your dad?"
Smiling, Kurt nodded. "Yeah, that's my dad," he answered proudly.
"What about these two? One of 'em your boyfriend?"
Kurt sputtered over his blush, his heart pounding because Sebastian wanted to know if either Blaine or Jeff were his boyfriend. "No!" he quietly exclaimed. "We've been best friends since preschool. They're boyfriends," he rectified. "But not mine."
Sebastian nodded, managing to keep his cool. "Cool."
The brunette smiled, his glasz eyes shining. What does that mean? Does Sebastian like him too? Why is this man so hard to read? "I'll let you get back at it," Sebastian said as he stood up straight and walked out of the cubicle.
Kurt's lithe body sagged a little in his chair as Sebastian left, Tina occupying his spot in the doorway a few seconds later with a thick stack of papers. "Here's some work to get you started," she chirped as she stepped in, depositing everything in his metal IN box.
"You really make people around here earn their paychecks don't you?" he teased as she smiled.
She laughed lightly, appreciating his sense of humor. "You know it, buddy boy. Now get to work; I'll come back and check on you in a few hours."
Kurt nodded and his eyes drifted over slightly to glance at the back of Sebastian's head, his shoulders slumped over in work. Tina didn't miss it as Kurt turned around to start working, her own eyes looking over at Smythe as he worked and two plus two became four quicker than she expected.
Interesting, she thought with a smirk as she headed back to her office. Maybe Kurt's gonna be the one to tame Symthe's iron heart!
"Guys, I'm home!" Kurt called through the open door as he stepped into his apartment.
The sound of feet pattering against the hardwood floor hit his ears before a blonde blur tackled into him, pressing him up against the door frame.
"Kurtie!" Jeff exclaimed, hyperactive as always as he latched onto the brunette. "How was your first day of work? Make any new friends? Tell me, tell me, tell me!"
Kurt smiled at Jeff's cuteness, petting the man on the head like a little puppy. The blonde growled adorably and Blaine's laughter from the kitchen cut off the retort Kurt had in store for his oldest friend.
"Baby, why don't you give Kurt some breathing room? Let him kick his feet up a little bit, relax now that he's home," Blaine said.
Finally, a voice of reason! Kurt thought, Jeff loosening his hold around the brunette.
"Yes, dear," Jeff sniped, winking at Kurt as he pretended to look hurt.
"You know that isn't going to work on me anymore," Blaine replied with his head in the refrigerator.
Jeff snarled and Kurt laughed, dropping his briefcase to the floor and kicking the door closed gently with his foot. The lean blonde was still holding onto him as Kurt navigated them over to the couch, both sitting down.
"Sooooooooo… how was work?"
"You are in such a mood, rascal," Kurt chided, Jeff snuggling up against his chest.
"I just missed you is all," Jeff replied in a whisper, Kurt's fingers running through his cornflower hair.
Kurt kissed the top of his head. "I missed you too, Jeffy. You too, Blaine!" he called to the cooking Eurasian man in the kitchen.
"I missed you too, Kurt."
"Did you have a good day? Make any new friends?" Jeff pestered, wanting his questions answered.
The brunette smiled. "Yes, I had a good day. It was lots of hard work but now I'm home with my guys and that makes it all better."
Jeff smiled against Kurt's chest. "So how about those new friends?"
"Yes, I made a new friend. At least, I think he's a friend. I don't know; guy's kind of hard to read."
The brown-eyed blonde's ears perked up at the pronoun his Kurtie used. "Have a picture?"
Kurt rolled his eyes but no, he couldn't deny that he'd taken Sebastian's picture before they left for the day. He whipped his phone out of his pocket and pushed on the screen, showing Jeff his new background.
"Wow, he's cute!" Jeff gushed, taking the phone from Kurt. "What's his name?"
"Sebastian," he answered with a little sigh. "Sebastian Smythe."
"He's totally gorgeous," the blonde cooed. "I like his eyes. He has kind eyes."
"Me too," Kurt quietly admitted, holding his phone so it was between them now.
Blaine strolled into the living room with two plates he set on the coffee table. "So what's this about eyes?"
Jeff yanked Kurt's phone from his hold and showed Blaine the backdrop. Kurt would've laughed at the way Blaine's triangular eyebrows flew into his hairline but couldn't make himself do it. "What's his name?"
"Sebastian Smythe," Jeff answered in Kurt's place, grinning like a little boy let loose in a candy shop. "Isn't he beautiful?"
Kurt blushed at Jeff's statement but couldn't deny it wasn't true. Sebastian was beautiful, both inside and out; Kurt spent the majority of his day working and sneaking coveted glances at the green-eyed man in the cubicle across from his. He'd been thrilled beyond all belief when Sebastian offered to walk him to the cafeteria at lunchtime because one: Kurt was new and two: Kurt had no idea where the cafeteria even was. That and he never had the chance to study the building map Brittany said was in the envelope she gave him that morning. He could only imagine what Blaine and Jeff would do with the information that he actually spent his lunch hour eating with Sebastian.
"Does he like you?" Blaine asked, studying Sebastian's picture and Kurt's face.
"I don't know if he likes me—"
"—But Kurt definitely likes him!" Jeff interrupted.
Again the brunette blushed. "Okay! Okay I do. Happy?"
Jeff smiled smugly. "I'm always happy."
Kurt rolled his eyes. That was true; Jeff was as sunny and bright as his platinum blonde hair.
"Well, we need to celebrate," Blaine interjected. "Go out drinking or dancing or something!"
"I have to work in the morning," Kurt said, trying to be the voice of reason since Blaine apparently was content abandoning the position.
"Then we'll go dancing! C'mon, it's not every day you start a new job you like and meet some hot man-candy."
All valid points but Kurt didn't want to admit that. His eyes turned to Jeff and Blaine looking at him expectantly, awaiting an answer.
"There's this hot new club I heard about called Clover's. Who knows? Maybe Sebastian will be there," Jeff said, delighting in the fire that sparked in his best friend's eyes.
"Okay, let's go dancing!"
"YAY!" Jeff shrieked, bouncing up and down on the couch. "I need to go change!"
He darted off the sofa but Blaine managed to catch the blonde bullet by the collar of his rugby shirt. "Eat first and then change. You hold your liquor worse than Kurt."
"Hey!"
Blaine rolled his eyes. "It's true and you know it. Now both of you eat up! It's not every day I make you two chicken adobo and ube buns."
Kurt's hurt feelings over being called on for being a weak drunk were quelled as his stomach's eyes focused on the plates of Filipino food in front of him. Daintily, Kurt picked up a piece of chicken and started eating. He barely suppressed a snort when Jeff reached for an ube bun and Blaine lightly slapped his hand away, pointing to the chicken. The blonde pouted until his stomach growled and Blaine smiled affectionately as Jeff gave in and helped himself to the chicken.
"You are just too cute," he cooed softly to Jeff.
The brunette kept his eyes on the plate in front of him as the two probably started canoodling or something on the couch; he didn't trust the silence behind him and was afraid to turn around. Many times before he's walked in on Blaine and Jeff doing… things… to each other and as much as he loved them both, their bedroom side wasn't something he cared to see. Five times was more than enough; he wasn't desperate or willing enough to see a sixth.
"Done eating?" Blaine asked after a silent half-hour.
"Is it safe to turn around?" Kurt countered, sucking the sauce from his fingers with undignified grace.
A finger flicked against his head and Kurt turned around, Blaine pointedly glancing at the blonde his arm was wrapped around. Kurt grinned and Jeff caught wind of how easily his boyfriend was selling him out.
"I'm going to get changed and let you two hash this out," Kurt announced, getting up off the floor while Jeff was shooting Blaine heated glares.
Those two are perfect for each other, he thought.
Not even Sam's favorite mix of bourbon and tequila (go figure!) could make him forget about the miserable day he had since his grandfather intruded upon him this morning. There was he, minding his own business with his dick down some random guy's throat and instead of basking in the momentary afterglow, Grandfather bombards into his life and demands he acts his age and settles down.
The nerve!
Who the hell does the old man think he is telling him what to do? Sam's twenty-six; he doesn't need some damn babysitter!
"Seven and seven," he slurred slightly at the bartender as he made his way past.
"Sure thing," the man replied, mixing Sam his drink.
Sam turned around in his seat and surveyed the club pickings. Clover's was supposed to be the premier gay club in all of Manhattan but so far, Sam wasn't impressed. Earlier he reasoned it had to be because it's Monday; what kind of loser goes clubbing on a Monday? Then he remembered he's sitting alone at the bar trying to drown his pitiful sorrows; what does that make him? The more alcohol down his throat, the more he forgot about slim pickings and more about how he could never give up drinking and clubbing and barhopping; this is who he is. If Grandfather didn't like it, the hell with him. Despite what the old bastard thinks of him, he's not stupid. He could easily get a job at another company (or to really piss the old asshole off, their competition) and prove that he's not just another spoiled rich boy.
A drink was set down in behind him and snapped Sam away from his bitter thoughts, the blonde turning himself back around to face what the bartender left him with. What was I thinking about again?
Whatever it was didn't matter anymore as he inhaled the scent coming off his drink and tilted the glass back, the brown nectar swishing down his throat. He wiped his mouth against the back of his hand and smiled, perfectly content with the drink in his hand. The door opened and on instinct, his cool green eyes darted over to see who'd come in.
Jeff and Blaine's arms were wrapped around Kurt's waist as the trio walked into Clover's, music pumping and lights flashing. Kurt's fashionista instincts were into overdrive as he surveyed the white furnishings and the green lights bouncing off them.
"Isn't this place great?" Jeff shouted over the din.
Kurt had to agree: it did look good. He wasn't one for the club scene but something about Clover's kind of made him feel… homey. The only other places he felt like that were at home in Brooklyn with Blaine and Jeff and home-home in Ohio with his dad.
"We're gonna go dance!" Blaine mouthed, inching his head towards the half-full dance floor.
The brunette nodded, feeling awkward standing around by himself in his black skinny jeans and matching jacket. Making up his mind, Kurt marched over to the bar and sat down at a stool, waiting for the bartender to finish mixing martinis.
"Hey there beautiful, what's your name?" a husky voice slurred in his ear.
Kurt turned around to see a blonde guy dressed in a shirt and gray slacks giving him what he probably thought was supposed to be a seductive leer.
Great! First night out in a long time and it's a drunk that hits on me. I wish Sebastian were here. I'll bet he'd keep me safe and… more safe.
"Aw, c'mon baby, don't be like that. What's your name?"
"Kurt," the brunette replied curtly.
"Aren't you just cute? I'm Sam," the blonde introduced himself, holding a hand out that was slightly shaking.
That caught Kurt's attention. "Don't you think you've had enough to drink?"
Sam shook his head, shaggy blonde hair bouncing around and catching the light. "Nope! Enough is never enough."
Kurt rolled his eyes, really wishing this Sam would just go away.
"So… you hear with anybody?" Sam asked, determined to at least get this Kurt twink on his knees in the bathroom.
"Yes," Kurt lied, keeping his eyes on the bartender.
"Who?"
S-H-I-T!
The brunette turned around in his seat and immediately scanned the dancing crowd for Blaine and Jeff. Sam's eyes followed Kurt's and he smirked a little at the sight of the blonde and curly-haired men hotly making out on the dance floor.
"I don't really think they're interested in anyone but each other right now," Sam softly said in Kurt's ear.
Kurt couldn't think of a good enough comeback because it was true. When Jeff and Blaine got lost in each other, the whole world faded away.
"How about you and I sneak off into the bathrooms and have ourselves a little fun?"
Now Kurt was beginning to get nervous. "No, thank you."
"Not your speed? Okay, you wanna dance first? I'm a pretty good dancer," Sam said, stepping up his game plan and pulling Kurt out of his seat.
His hands were plastered against Kurt's hips as he swerved against the lithe brunette, nipping little kisses against his porcelain-skinned neck. Kurt, who had been prepared to scream for help, stopped as soon as Sam's lips met his throat.
The first thing he'd noticed about the blonde (besides his being drunk) was he had a rather nice full set of lips. Sam was handsome, there was no denying that, but Kurt was already infatuated with Sebastian. He came out with his friends to dance and revel in the great first day he had, not be felt up by someone who made it clear he just wanted a quickie. As pathetic as it made him sound, Kurt wasn't about to give up his virginity to a man he didn't know just for the sake of getting off. He wanted to tell him to stop but Sam's kisses against his neck were really starting to make him feel good.
Before Kurt knew what he was doing, his fingers had weaved through Sam's hair and his lips had crashed against the blonde's. To say Sam was responsive was the understatement of the century. To say Kurt wasn't a little turned on by Sam's mouth, the cheers from the men on the dance floor (as well as Blaine and Jeff's distinguished catcalls) was another understatement. Kurt wanted to forget about his virginity rule and drag Sam off to a corner of the club (or even a back alley) but something was stopping him. Something was making him feel really bad about himself all of a sudden. Sebastian's handsome face smiling down at him after the man helped Kurt up earlier that morning kept flashing in the brunette's mind and it was ebbing off the feeling of Sam's lips.
"I'm—I'm sorry, but I can't do this," Kurt said, breaking off the kiss and pushing against Sam's rather strong chest.
"Did I do something wrong?" Sam asked, sounding surprisingly sober than fifteen minutes ago when he was propositioning Kurt for a hookup.
"No, no," Kurt assured, shaking his head. "It's me; I just can't do this."
That said, Kurt pulled himself from Sam's firm but gentle hold around his hips and bolted from the club. He didn't care that the rain was falling and both he and his outfit were getting soaked; the refreshing Manhattan rain felt delicious against his feverish skin as he stood getting soaked to the bone. Deciding it was enough, Kurt took refuge under a supermarket awning. He leaned against the building and slouched down, hugging his knees to his chest.
Sebastian's NOT your boyfriend! Kurt reminded himself. Then why I do I feel like a cheating slut? It's only been a day; too short a time to be this serious about liking someone. But he's perfect! Sebastian's totally perfect. He's kind and handsome and he smelled so good too! But Sam…
This was one of those times where Kurt hated his ping-ponging emotions. Sam was the exact opposite of Sebastian: he was crude, apparently a bit of a heavy drinker; all-around sleazy and that's from fifteen minutes of interaction. Yet for some reason, Sam's piggish (or straight-gay) nature was such a contrast to Kurt's it wildly turned the brunette on. He hadn't had anything to drink so his mind should be clear.
He knew exactly what he needed to do: forget all about this Sam and avoid Clover's like the plague. He doubted he'd ever see Sam again but he didn't want to take the chance. Sam was probably a nice guy and all when he was sober but Kurt had Sebastian to contend with. Sebastian, who was handsome and kind to the new guy his first day of work. Sebastian, who kind of reminded Kurt of the old man he accidentally knocked down when he first stepped into the Evans Group building. Sebastian, who might possibly also be into him too.
Kurt argued with himself while hailing a cab that Sam appeared into him too but Kurt's reasoning blamed it on the alcohol. Even though he wasn't the social butterfly some people were during his college years, Sam wasn't the first man to hit on him while he was drunk. Kurt shook the water out of his hair the best he could before getting in the taxi and rambling off his Brooklyn address. The buildings were flying by as Kurt leaned his head against the cool glass of the cab. This certainly wasn't the time he was expecting when Jeff and Blaine suggested he celebrate his great first day.
Next time I'll celebrate something with ice cream. Maybe Sebastian will be there with me.
The thought made him feel better as the cab started crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, leaving Clover's and the drunk blonde man named Sam behind.
Author's Note: Well, here it is, the first chapter of Between Him and Him done! No, I've never mixed bourbon and tequila but can't say I'm not intrigued. If someone out there reading this has done so, lemme know what it's like! I've also never really written Sam as such a sleaze so I'm nervous about what the response will be. But enough about what I've never done; lemme know what you thought of this ^^ Loved it? Hated it? Want more? Want less? Tell me (but be nice about it please ;) I've had enough of flames and truth be told, I'm tired of putting them out! Happy Leap Day my people!
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