He didn't see him again until that evening with Blaine and Kurt. Strange, considering he was there at least twice a week, and so was Dave, from what he'd heard. The only explanation he'd come up with was that they expected different outcome from their evening, so they weren't trolling the same nights.
He didn't make contact with Karofsky that time. Too late, too awkward to bring that first meeting back, he decided to let it go. Rather, he checked on him sporadically during the evening, always from a distance. Just making sure he wasn't interfering with his work on Blaine. He smiled when he saw that Dave was far more interested in Kurt than anybody else. Good. Continue to distract the little fairy. Who knew Dave could be such a helpful wingman, even involuntarily?
Too bad it was all for nothing. Two hours later, Sebastian found himself saying goodbye to a very inebriated Blaine and a seriously annoyed Kurt. While it was not a cause for heartbreak, it was a setback, an upset. Sebastian did not like feeling upset. Especially on a Saturday night, when for once there was a swarm of potentials in the club. His charm was far too dependent on his mood, if he didn't do anything to change his current state, it would be a dangerous first: no score.
While watching his prospect waddle away, he palmed his pocket, satisfied to hear the crinkling of the plastic bag. The safety solution, always there. He turned around and walked confidently towards the back of the bar. His mind was already on the wonderfulness to come.
He entered the bathroom, listened intently for a few seconds. Nobody, perfect. The last stall was his favorite, a little dimmer than the others, more intimate in a way. Softly, he closed the door behind him and almost reverently pulled the slim bag from his pocket. Not much left but enough for tonight. He opened it, tilted it slightly to make to powder accumulate in one corner. The rest was a well-rehearsed, comfortable routine.
Balling his fist, gently tapping the bag until a thin line was sprinkled across the back of his hand.
Inhaling, slow and deep, until there was nothing but a few particles left.
Then the best part. That warm trepidation rising, so good… How it both trickled down his spine and rose from his feet, or so it seemed…
He lapped up the sensations for the precious few seconds it lasted. Too soon, it became the usual cheer and excitation. A familiar happiness. He let out a shuddering sigh, and finally opened his eyes.
Everything seemed so much more defined after a hit. Lines clearer, colors perkier, it was like the world got fascinating all of a sudden. He chuckled, shoulders shaking, and quickly wiped off the remnants of drug off his hand with a sweaty palm. Messily, he exited the stall, tearing off some toilet paper on his way out. And stopped dead in his tracks, the bundle of tissue right under his nose.
He was not alone anymore.
David was at the sink, his eyes fixed on Sebastian's reflection in the wall mirror. Sebastian was as surprised as the jock seemed, albeit he got over it far more quickly. He smirked, advanced to the counter and started to erase the remaining smears. Ostentatiously.
"Good evening Dave. Having fun tonight?" he asked. Damn, his tone was so funny-sounding. He snorted at his own solemnity, dabbing his nose compulsively.
Dave cleared his throat. "I guess." he replied.
Sebastian watched him avoid his gaze and hurriedly grab some paper towels. Another giggle escaped him.
"Clearly not as much as you." the jock snapped back.
Sebastian didn't pick up the acidic remark, his attention already back on the task at hand. Image is everything, right? Couldn't let all those cute boys out there see his secret pick-me-up.
In his murky mind, Karofsky was long gone, which explained why he nearly jumped out of his skin at the question that came next.
"Coke, man? Really?"
Dave was at the door, half-outside really, but he was still looking at him. In the midst of his high, Sebastian had trouble interpreting his expression. Maybe it was concern, or just curiosity? In the end, he decided he didn't care. Like he didn't care about Dave's opinion.
"Yep, Grizzly bear. Old-fashioned coke. I'm not into the whole pill thing. You're gonna sell me out? Or, no, you want some? No luck there, I just finished it all." he sneered.
"Christ Sebastian, no!" Dave shot back. He stepped back into the restroom, closed the door behind him. Then just stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
Sebastian lost patience. Besides, he was all done. Throwing the tissue in the trash, he spun on his heels and rested his hip against the counter.
"Well, in that case, let me pass. There are a lot of delicious men here tonight, I'm behind schedule and I don't intend to waste any time on you." he said rapidly. Damn, he could feel the bubbles of ecstasy dissipate ever so fast. There really wasn't any time to spare.
David side-stepped out of the way, presenting the cleared out passage with an ironic gesture. With unsure steps, Sebastian walked towards the door, only to have his wrist grabbed by Dave at the last second.
"What now?" he asked. Their eyes met and it killed his buzz. Just a little more. Just enough to piss him off. The fact that Dave clearly seemed incapable to answer him only aggravated him further.
He tried to yank himself free, but God, Dave had a strong grip. Twisting his arm upward, in any direction really, didn't loosen it in the slightest. Anger boiled his blood and he pulled hard, only to provoke a sharp burning sensation and a stifled cry of pain as a result.
That actually did the trick, Dave releasing him as soon as he had let out the groan.
"Why, Sebastian?" he wondered softly.
Sebastian looked at him, bewildered. Why? Why?
A shaky hand through his hair did nothing to calm the rambling thoughts that had started to bounce around in his head. Funny, he thought it actually would.
"Why? Why do you care, for one?" he blurted out. Dave simply looked back at him, something akin to pity now in his eyes.
Damn, now he was getting pissed again. And no more help in his pocket… He could barely focus as it was but now, under Karofsky's heavy scrutiny, it was even more difficult. He shifted around, making bigger strides and before long he was pacing the entire bathroom.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want. It's none of your business. I don't justify myself, not to you, not to anyone." He was rambling by then. That tended to happen, when the pleasure of the high was starting to wear, leaving only the jitters and an awkward emptiness inside.
"Not to you." he repeated. "This is way out of your league. Stay out of it, out of my way, Karofsky. You're... not that kind of guy, so just... Leave me alone."
He pushed him away, with what he believed to be decisive force but in reality was laughable weakness. Back on the dance floor, there he began to forget. Sure, not much of a buzz was left but the throbbing music and sweaty, writhing bodies contributed in drowning out the image of the commiserated boy that, for what he was aware of, never left the bathroom.