The night club pulsed with the heavy beat of the dj, and the strobe lights flared as Flo Rida's version of Right Round flowed from the club's multitude of speakers. Sebastian Smythe took another sip of his beer, letting his eyes wander over the thrusting bodies on the dance floor, none of the other patrons catching his eye. He sighed softly, turning back to his companion leaning against the bar next to him.
"Looks like a slow night," he muttered to himself, hiding his disgust at the sixty-year old drag queen sitting at the bar trying to his attention a few paces away.
"I gotta take a leak," his best friend, Hunter Clarington yelled into his ear, depositing his own drink on the bar and heading towards the back of the club. Sebastian knew Hunter wouldn't take much more of the gay club before he began complaining about them leaving; it was their typical Friday night out after a long day at the law offices working for their fathers. Sebastian had hoped to pick someone up and blow off a little steam tonight, their recent caseload making for long hours and no free time in the past two months.
Casting his gaze one more around the dance floor, he turned and took in the other patrons standing at the bar. At the other end, he watched in interest as a dark-haired man, no older than the legal-limit from the looks of him with artfully styled hair trying to lock in curls, ordered something from the bar-tender with a flirty smile. Sebastian watched as he downed two shots in quick succession without even flinching, before dropping the empty glasses back on the bar. Intrigued, the lawyer sauntered over to the man.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, pressing his lips up against the other man's ear to be heard over the throbbing beat.
Twisting the man eyed Sebastian from head to foot with a sexy smirk. "Sorry, but if you do I'd be obliged to ask your name," he replied, turning back the bar-tender and ordering two more shots.
Grinning at the banter, Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "I can give you my name without having to bribe you," he stated, watching as the man downed another shot. "Sebastian."
Lifting his second shot to his lips, the man smirked again. "Well, Sebastian," he countered. "Blaine." He then tipped the shot back with a flourish before dropping the empty glass to the counter.
Raising an eyebrow at the fact that Blaine didn't even react to the amount of alcohol Sebastian had just watched him consume, the lawyer opened his mouth to proposition the other man when a pale, blue-eyed man stepped up and wrapped his arms possessively around the dark-haired man's waist from behind. The newcomer nuzzled at the neck of Blaine, and turned a nasty glare on Sebastian. "Blaine, baby, come dance with me," he commanded.
Blaine shot an apologetic look at Sebastian, and although they were strangers, Sebastian swore that Blaine was masking a slight disgusted look at the other man's proximity. "In a second, Kurt," he responded, pressing back slightly into his companion. "I was just getting to know, Bas, here."
Kurt pulled away, anger flashing on his face. "Any other guy in this club would be happy to be seen with me," Kurt snapped, glaring at his date. "I'm –"
"One of the junior editor's of Vogue online," Sebastian replied, having realized who was standing before him.
Sending a surprised look over at Sebastian, Kurt nodded slowly. Before he could respond, four more people came over to their group. Sebastian instantly recognized Rachel Berry, the latest trend on Broadway, and Britney S. Pearce, one of the most prominent dancers in New York. He, however, didn't recognize the other two, one a Latina beauty and the other a tall, broad shouldered man.
"Kurt," Rachel whined, pulling on her friend's arm. "Come on, we're supposed to dance."
Kurt shot one more look at Sebastian before allowing the young woman to pull him towards the dance floor. "Blaine," he snapped, his tone indicating for the other man to follow.
Blaine shot Sebastian an apologetic as the Latina grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the dance floor. "It was nice meeting you, Bas!" he called back with a wink and a grin. "I'll see you around!"
Sebastian watched the group disappear onto the crowded dance floor, a tinge of loss at not having been able to get to know Blaine better settling in his gut. He frowned at the way Kurt had treated the other man, and how Blaine had not even considered it in appropriate. Sighing, he took a second swing of his beer, his eye catching Hunter making his way back towards the bar with a thunderous expression.
"We're leaving," the other man snapped, pulling Sebastian's arm to get him moving. "I don't know why I let you talk me into this club every time – "
Shooting an amused look at his companion, Sebastian set his beer down on the bar. "What happened this time?" he asked, letting his friend pull him towards the exit. Every time they came to the club someone hit on Hunter, much to the straight-man's horror which caused them to make a hasty exit.
"A man dressed as Tina Turner just asked to give me a blow job in the restroom," Hunter snarled, not letting go of his friend until they were both out of the club.
Sebastian roared with laughter as they headed down the side-walk to hail a cab home.
"I don't pay you to flirt with other men, Blaine," Kurt snapped as they climbed into a cab, heading for Kurt's condo for the remainder of their night together.
"Nope, you pay to strut around with me on your arm and to have sex with you," the other man quipped, settling into the cab beside Kurt. When Kurt shot him a dark look, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of the other man's mouth. "Relax, Kurt. It was harmless flirting."
"Well, I don't like it when you're on my time, do you understand?"
"I do," Blaine agreed, pushing himself over and straddling Kurt's lap. "Let me make it up to you."
Pocketing the money, Blaine let himself out of Kurt's condo as quietly as possible. He had worked the man over all night, causing the editor to pass out around four, completely sexual satisfied. Sighing, Blaine readjusted his shirt and tried to suppress the shudder the cold sent through him as he exited the high-rise condo building. Sighing, he headed home to his shared loft with Santana and Brody, thoughts drifting to the man he had met in the bar today. Sebastian had been extremely good-looking and had been rather forward, something Blaine liked in his men. Unfortunately, between school and trying to pay the bills (leading to nights like his last with Kurt); he wasn't really able to date men of his own choosing. He sighed at the loss of an opportunity, and shrugged it off, letting Sebastian flow from his thoughts as he took in the dawn, making his way home to sleep off his night and get some school-work done.