It was love at first sight.
Seb's gaze travelled over the most perfect ass he'd ever seen, encased in well-tailored pinstripe trousers.
The owner of the fantastic ass must have felt Seb's attention, as he slowly straightened from leaning over Wyatt's desk, turning to give Seb a haughty look of disapproval.
Letting his eyes travel from the top of the man's perfectly coiffed chestnut hair, past flashing glasz eyes, pale perfect skin, a full mouth and down a slim, fit body, Seb's grin widened. The rest of him was almost as amazing as his perfect ass.
Stepping closer, Seb held out his hand. "Hello, I love you, Won't you tell me your name?" He gave his most charming smile, pouring it on. His eyes made no secret of his appreciation.
"Sebastian, this is our jury selection consultant, Kurt Hummel. He'll be working with you on the Zizes case." Wyatt stood, giving Seb a warning look before turning to Kurt, his manner apologetic. "You'll have to excuse Sebastian. We are lenient on his behavior since he's such an asset to the firm."
Kurt gave Seb an assessing glance, his bearing proud. Seb almost felt like squirming uncomfortably under his thorough look, feeling like Kurt saw right into him. Saw everything. And found him lacking.
"It is good to finally meet you, Sebastian. Your reputation in legal circles is quite impressive." Kurt held out his hand, shaking Seb's with firm warmth. His behavior was professional, but Seb could tell by his cool, dismissive glance that he was not personally interested in him at all.
But that didn't stop Seb from smirking as he turned to head into his office. They would be working on this case and likely others in the future, if things went well. Men like Kurt always acted like that when they first met Seb. But it only took a bad day, a bad date, something that shook their confidence, and suddenly they weren't so quick to turn down Seb's offer for a drink or two after work. A couple drinks they could blame later for ending up naked in Seb's bed for the night, as carnally enthusiastic as a sailor on leave. A night to get down and dirty, have the nasty, hot sex they wouldn't let themselves have with their proper, 'take home for Sunday dinner' boyfriends.
Seb would bide his time and wait.
An hour later, Seb was sipping an Americano as he looked across the large boardroom table. Usually, these firm meetings were a total bore, but he was luckily sitting with an interesting view. Kurt Hummel.
He really was a good looking man, so collected and following the meeting attentively, making notes on his tablet occasionally. Those stormy blue eyes often flicked with slight annoyance towards Seb, catching him staring, unashamed, before flicking away with a small eye roll.
"Sebastian, you are meeting later today with your client for the challenge case?" The managing partner's voice broke Seb out of his reverie.
Turning to face the head of the table, Seb straightened in his chair, and nodded to the man with salt and pepper hair. "Yes, George. Just the initial meeting with her."
George nodded, making a note on his agenda. "Please take our new jury selection consultant with you. We'd like to have him on board right from the start."
Seb was a little surprised at that, but gave a quick nod in response. The meeting went onto the next agenda item.
As Seb headed back to his office after the meeting, Kurt caught up with him. "When is our meeting scheduled?"
Reaching the door of the loaner office he used when he was working at this branch, Seb paused, turning towards Kurt. "The meeting is at two pm. But you might as well handle it on your own."
Kurt's eyebrows rose. "Oh, why is that?"
"Surely you can take her background and get her story of the case. This is just a quick meeting to set the groundwork for later meetings when we will delve deeper. Email me a copy of your notes afterwards." Pulling out a business card, Seb slid it into the breast pocket of Kurt's suit jacket. It had all his contact information on it.
Rolling his eyes, Kurt leaned against the door jam. "You have somewhere more important to be than meeting with a client of possibly your biggest case ever?"
"Obviously." Seb smirked, and closed his office door slowly in Kurt's unimpressed face.
"That was so fucking fantastic." The limber twenty-something twink was grinning widely as he rolled away from Seb, grabbing some tissues from the bedside table to mop up his stomach.
Seb cleaned up, and stretched out beside Mark (or was it Matt?), smiling when the younger man curled up against his chest. After-sex cuddling was always welcome. Who needed to be in a messy relationship when it was so easy to arrange for hook-ups online? It just took some flirty messages, a picture of his bare abs, and meeting in a public space in case the guy turned out worse than expected. After a coffee or a drink, it never seemed difficult to get the man of the hour somewhere private for some naked fun.
Matt (or was it Mark?) left soon after, and Seb had a quick shower. Glancing at his phone, Seb saw that a winter storm warning had sent out, and groaned. Luckily, his work at the Boulder branch was done now, and he could head back to Denver now and hopefully avoid the bad weather.
Seb was soon in his BMW, heading on the highway. The defroster was blasting, the windshield wipers going at the top speed, but it wasn't helping with the visibility against the blowing snow swirling around. He was only on the highway for ten minutes, going about half the normal highway speed, when flashing lights showed up ahead, and a sea of red brake lights before him from all the stopped cars. Groaning, Seb leaned back against his headrest. Not moving at all now, he checked his phone and saw the highway had been closed due to the storm. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.
It was three hours before he was able to get out of the traffic snarl and drive back to Boulder in the poor weather. Luckily, he'd called back to the hotel and extended his stay for another night as soon as he found out the highway was closed. He was tired and frustrated when he got into the room. After a long hot shower to declench his shoulders and back from driving in the bad weather, he ordered up a meal from room service, and crashed in bed not long after.
Waking up at his normal time, Seb felt well rested, and decided he might as well go into the office until the highway was opened again. Hopping into a cab, it didn't look like Boulder was showing many signs of the storm. The snow ploughs must have been out in the wee hours of the morning.
The first sight that greeted Seb in the office was Kurt's perfect ass, again displayed so well as he bent over Wyatt's desk in deep conversation.
Kurt must have felt Seb's attention, as he slowly straightened up, turning to give Seb his haughty look of disapproval.
Stepping closer, Seb chuckled at the repeat of their meeting the day before. With a smirk, he held out his hand. "Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?" Repetition humor.
"Sebastian, this is our jury selection consultant, Kurt Hummel. He'll be working with you on the Zizes case." Wyatt stood, giving Seb a warning look before turning to Kurt, his manner apologetic. "You'll have to excuse Sebastian. We are lenient on his behavior since he's such an asset to the firm."
Kurt gave Seb an assessing glance, his bearing proud. "It is good to finally meet you, Sebastian. Your reputation in legal circles is quite impressive." Kurt held out his hand, shaking Seb's with firm warmth. His behavior was professional, but Seb took in his cool, dismissive glance.
And his clasp slackened, the smirk sliding off Seb's face. There was no returning smile from Kurt or Wyatt. No knowing nod towards carrying on Seb's joke of repeating what they had said the day before. They were both sincere and clear eyed.
Seb dropped Kurt's hand, giving a quick nod in response to whatever Kurt had just said. His mind was whirling, and he felt a bit short of breath. Backing away, Seb started down the hall to his borrowed office.
"Don't forget the ten o'clock meeting, Sebastian." Wyatt called after him, as Seb spun around and escaped.
Seb looked around, from face to face, at the meeting, trying to look normal. He had spent the time in his office, on his phone, on his computer. And here he sat, with twenty legal colleagues, repeating yesterday's meeting word for word.
He couldn't deny what was happening. Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Wasn't that how the old saying went? It was totally ridiculous. Incredible. Crazy. Was this what happened when you went crazy?
After the meeting, Kurt caught up to him, just like he had the day before. And Seb played his role, repeating his words to get out of the client meeting. Before it had been for a hook-up. Now it was to have more time to think. To figure out if there was any other possible explanation for what was happening.
But back in his hotel room, searching on his laptop, phoning friends, talking to the staff, getting the newspaper. Everything said the same thing.
Somehow, someway…the day had repeated. It was February 2nd again.
He didn't even bother getting in his car when he saw the same storm warnings on his phone. He skipped to the last thing he'd done the night before, ordering up a hot meal and a bottle of red.
-Disclaimer: I own nothing.
-A/N: The idea for this Kurtbastian story has been rattling around my head for a while now. Here's hoping it all goes well. ;)
-This will be loosely based on the 1993 movie 'Groundhog Day', starring Bill Murray & Andie McDowell. It's one of the best comedies EVER, so if you haven't seen it, please do so immediately. It's won't be a retelling of that story with Kurt & Seb slipped in though. I'll borrow some of the film's ideas, but will be telling a Kurtbastian story.
-Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. -This is a quote from Sherlock Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle.