Another quick update. I was really looking forward to writing Sebastian again, so I wanted to knock this one out of the park while I was on a roll. If you haven't checked your alerts in a while, chapters 6 and 7 are from the last 48 hours, so be cautious.

It's a short chapter, but it's significant. Thank you so much for your reviews! I'm so glad people are enjoying this.


"Step one, get drunk," Quinn told Sam, raising her voice over the pounding techno music.

They'd come to a place called Liza's. It was only a few blocks from the condo and had a rainbow flag in the window. Quinn had told Sam after he'd spent their first afternoon together moping around that he needed a night out; that he needed to really get himself on the market.

"Alcohol doesn't solve your problems," Sam told her lightly as she dragged him over to the bar.

"You're right," She nodded, pretending to be in complete agreement with him. "It only makes them funnier."

Sam looked around at all the guys. He could admit that some of them were attractive, but he had no idea how to even begin to approach one of them.

"Maybe we should just go home," He told her nervously.

"No. We're on a mission. We won't leave until you have a guy's number. You'll feel more confident if you get a couple of drinks in you first."

"Quinn…" Sam said hesitantly. "My life doesn't revolve around guys. This was a bad idea."

"No. Right now, your life revolves around Kurt and it's a problem. That's why I had to get you out of that apartment." Sam sighed heavily as she scanned the area for a bar tender. "I wonder what kind of scotch they have here."

"Don't bother," A random man at the bar jumped in. Quinn and Sam looked at him, caught off guard.

He wasn't dressed like the other guys, who were decked out in cool tops and skinny jeans. He looked like he had come straight from working at a law-firm, in a tailored suit and silk tie. He was extremely handsome, with a chiseled, stubbly jaw and strong-looking hands.

"Excuse me?" Quinn asked, trying not to check him out.

"Clearly, I have no problem with gay people. However, the stuff these guys drink is sewage. I'm telling you, you won't find any drink here that isn't named after a pop star or ends in 'tini'."

"Oh…" Quinn looked at Sam, her face comically confused. Sam just chuckled.

She looked back at the man, who was extending his hand to her. "My name's Josh."

She shook it pleasantly. "Quinn…"

"Well, Quinn, I've always appreciated a woman with a taste for scotch." He told her. It was obvious to Sam that this guy was flirting. He almost felt uncomfortable witnessing it.

"I'm sorry…" Quinn finally said. "Are you gay?"

The man chuckled. "No. I'm just playing wing-man for an old friend, but it appears he doesn't actually need my help. What about you?"

"Oh…no...I'm not..." Quinn said, her cheeks turning red.

"Then I guess we're both odd ones out tonight," Josh told her cheekily. "Care to drink to that?"

Quinn's eyes sparkled, and she nodded eagerly. Sam quickly realized that he didn't want to be a cock block. He leaned in to whisper in Quinn's ear. "I'll be down the bar if you need me."

"What?" She spun around.

"Uh…I see someone I want to try talking to," He lied. That was good enough for her.

Ten minutes later, he was on his second drink, and Quinn was on the dance floor with Josh.

"Well if it isn't the happiest hetero…"

Oh no. Sam turned slowly to see Sebastian Smythe lowering himself onto the stool next to his. He'd almost forgotten what Sebastian had told him when he went to get his last check from the club: that he was spending the summer in New York.

"I loved your interview on The Today Show. I put it on my blog and every one of my followers commented on how awful your bleach-job looked under those studio lights."

"Really: all five of your followers said the same thing…?" Sam asked tonelessly, taking a slow drink from his vodka-tonic.

Sebastian laughed, amused, and moved on. "You better be careful. I just saw your Nazi-approved gal pal on the dance floor with some guy." He tilted his head toward Quinn. "I hate to break it to you, but you two are kind of at the wrong bar."

"We know where we are." Sam said simply.

"Oh," Sebastian smirked. "Well, you better not let the paparazzi find you here. I don't think Blaine would be too happy to read that his boyfriend is living without a chaperone in an apartment full of fruit."

"Blaine knows," Sam told him bluntly. Sebastian wasn't going to win. He had nothing on him. "And trust me: he's been breathing down our necks ever since he got here."

Sebastian briefly lost his composure. "Blaine's in New York?" He asked quickly; eagerly.

"Don't get excited. He and Kurt are as happy as ever. They're taking a pottery class together…"

"That's horrifying," Sebastian scoffed. "What is he doing? Kurt's turning him into a 60-year-old woman."

"Yeah, well, I wish I could be that 60-year-old woman," Sam admitted. Under less-alcoholic circumstances he'd never open up to Sebastian, but he was getting desperate.

"To each his own, I guess." Sebastian sighed.

Sam nodded thoughtfully. He took another sip and looked back at Sebastian. He looked really good in his light blue button-down, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. Sam realized how natural it felt to be sitting at a bar having a conversation with him. Maybe he'd judged him too harshly during those months he'd worked at the club. Maybe Sebastian wasn't such a bad guy. Sam threw his head back and finished off the rest of his drink.

"I'll make you a deal?" He told Sebastian sloppily. "I'll cover your tab tonight if you agree to stop talking about Kurt and Blaine… and come dance with me."

Sebastian's face crept into a wicked smile. "You spoil me, caddy," Sebastian told him. "I'd do that for free. All you had to do was ask."

Sam and Sebastian moved out to the dance floor, where they begun to move around to the pounding bass, their faces glowing under the strobe lights.

"I really like the music they play here," Sebastian yelled over the noise. "Techno was pretty much all I listened to when I lived in Europe."

"What…?" Sam still couldn't hear him.

Sebastian smirked, dancing closer to Sam. "I said I like this song," He said, into his ear.

Sam nodded, understanding, and was surprised that Sebastian didn't re-establish the space that had formally been between them. They were only inches from each other, moving awkwardly to the rhythm. At first they were looking over each other's shoulders, but soon Sebastian initiated eye contact.

"You're a good dancer," He told Sam, grinning.

God, he had a cute smile. Suddenly, (and once again, the drinks he'd had probably weren't assisting his decision-making process) Sam decided to say "screw it". He grabbed Sebastian's hips and pulled them toward him so that they were full on grinding. Just as he was really getting into it, though, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped away from Sebastian to find Quinn smiling strangely.

"Well, I didn't expect you to find someone so...familiar," She laughed. "Hi Sebastian,"

Sebastian gave her a quick nod of acknowledgment, still moving to the beat.

"It looks like you're well-occupied," Quinn told Sam. "Would you mind if I got out of here?"

"Why?" Sam said. She had grabbed his arm and pulled him off the dance floor slightly so that they could hear each other.

"It's just that Josh is totally bored and he offered to buy me dinner,"

Sam's smiled goofily. "Who…? The suit…?" He looked over to the bar entrance, where the guy they'd met a mere thirty minutes before was waiting for Quinn.

"He's sweet," Quinn shrugged. "But if you don't want me to ditch you..."

"No, go!" Sam told her. "Sebastian will take care of me."

Quinn widened her eyes in disbelief and shook her head toward the dance floor. "In a city of millions you manage to pick up the one person Kurt Hummel hates the most. What was that you were saying about fate?"

Sam gave her playful shove. "Go. Josh is waiting."

"Love you!" She called, walking away.

Sam watched her grab Josh's hand and head out the door. He sighed, genuinely happy for her, and genuinely happy that he wouldn't have to worry about her during his spontaneous conquest of Sebastian Smythe. He headed back to the dance floor, turning on his game.


"You have to be very, very quiet," Sam hissed, shoving his key into the door.

"Quiet…?" An extremely intoxicated Sebastian laughed. "I can't be quiet during sex…"

Sam laughed and pushed open the door to the condo. "Get in quick," He shoved Sebastian into the foyer. "Don't see Kurt. If you see Kurt, you have to hide."

He followed Sebastian in and closed the door behind him. "My room is that way!" He said, pointing down the dark hallway. "We have to get to bed!"

"I don't want to go to bed," Sebastian slurred cutely, stumbling at Sam and running his hands down his chest. "I haven't fucked you yet."

"Oh!" Sam cackled. "Let's go to bed and then you can fuck me."

"I can fuck you?" Sebastian's eyes widened. "What is that? What even is that?"

"What…?" Sam had no idea what he was saying. Sebastian held onto him as they continued to go down the hallway. "Sebastian, your feet are too loud."

"Your abs is too loud, tiger," Sebastian said, slapping his hand to Sam's stomach and tickling him.

"Stop…!" Sam flew away from Sebastian, running into the wall. Sebastian keeled over, laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes. Sam laughed too, sliding down the wall.

"I don't wan to go to bed," Sebastian said evilly. He crawled at Sam, kissing him sloppily on the mouth. "God, you have too much mouth!"

Sam pulled Sebastian in closer, so that the slender boy was straddling him against the wall. Sebastian shoved his tongue into his mouth.

Then suddenly, the lights switched on. Instinctively, Sam shoved Sebastian off him. Sebastian just started laughing again. Sensitive to the light, he threw an arm over his eyes, and then rolled onto his stomach.

"Sam!" Kurt was standing at the end of the hallway, just outside his bedroom door. "What the hell! It's three in the morning!"

"We're allowed to be awake at three in the morning," Sam replied logically. "We were awake last night at three in the morning until you fell asleep."

Kurt was ready to yell something back at him, but before he could, Sebastian lifted his head, a humongous smile on his face. "Hey! It's Kurt! Where's Blaine? I think Blaine should be here!"

Kurt must have thought he was dreaming. He blinked down at Sebastian, the rage slowly appearing on his face.

"Blaine!" He finally wailed, his voice shaking more than Sam had ever heard it shake before. Sam knew he was in trouble, but in his inebriated state was defenseless. "Honey you have to get out of bed right now!"

Kurt disappeared into his room again.

"Oh god, is there a fire?" He heard Blaine say faintly.

"Only the one in your pants…!" Sebastian screamed like a four-year-old.

Kurt appeared in the hall again, dragging his sleepy boyfriend by the arm. "Do you see that!" Kurt waved his finger at Sebastian. "Am I crazy? Is that really there?"

"Sam brought me home to have intercourse!" Sebastian admitted proudly, struggling to climb to his feet.

"Sebastian, shut up," Sam rolled his head back against the wall. It felt heavier than usual.

"What is he doing here?" Blaine finally had something to say.

"You need to leave. You need to get out of my house. You need to leave." Kurt massaged his eyelids, his words pouring out in an endless stream. "Get out. Get out of my house. Get out. Get out…"

"Kurt, stop it!" Sam snapped. "Sebastian is my friend! He actually wants me to like him!"

"What happened to Quinn?" Kurt asked. "She should be watching you!"

"She has her own friends!" Sam told him. "She made a friend named Josh. I made a friend named Sebastian."

"Hey, that's my name!" Sebastian laughed. He shook his head, somehow amazing himself with the connection. He looked back at the scowling couple. "Oh my god, Blaine, why are you so beautiful?" He whined, covering his face in his hands.

"Sam, get up," Kurt ordered. "I'll call a cab for Sebastian. Figure out where he's staying. I'd prefer not to speak directly to him."

"Sebastian, where are you staying?" Sam asked obediently.

"Here!" Sebastian cried out. "I'll never tell you! I don't want to go home."

"Sebastian, where are you staying?" Kurt repeated.

"South fucking Hampton, bitch!" Sebastian cackled. "You wanna pay for that cab ride!"

Sam vaguely remembered Sebastian mentioning something about a place in the city, but he wasn't going to bring it up. Then maybe Kurt would win.

"Sebastian, go in my room," Sam told him. "Kurt, we'll be quiet. This is my house too. Let him stay."

Sebastian stumbled through the nearest open door. By luck, he had the right one.

"This has to be a nightmare," Blaine mumbled. "I'm going back to bed."

He shuffled back into Kurt's room. Sam was still against the wall. He wasn't sure how he was going to accomplish standing up.

"Sam…" Kurt came toward him, crouching down next to him. "Yes, this is your house too, but as your friend, I can't let you lose your virginity on some drunken night with a guy who tailors his Ralph Lauren khakis."

"Why?" Sam snapped back viciously. "Do you want me to save myself for you?"

Kurt just stared at Sam for an endless moment, his eyes filled with pain and resentment. Finally, he stood up, crossing his arms. "You're right. I can't control you. Go ahead."

A random burst of adrenaline allowed Sam to rise to his feet.

"Okay," He said, taking a confident breath. "I will."