Hey guys! So here is the Seb!chapter I promised. You get a little insight into the world of Sebastian Smythe that I have created. Also! You finally get a glimpse of Dave Karfosky! How I love that man. Have since season two. Totally gonna marry Max Adler... Annnnnnnywhoooo. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please read&review!
Sebastian sighed, pulling his sun glasses off lazily as he entered his home. He wasn't exactly happy about being with there, but he promised his mother after she had enrolled him at Dalton that he could come home every other weekend. And until his father stopped fucking around in whichever country he was in this time, and took charge of the house and his trust fund, Sebastian stood straight, put on a smile no mother could resist, and kept mommy-dear at ease.
"Ma?" He called, his voice echoing in the house. "Your bouncing baby boy is home." He added, pulling his jacket off, tossing it carelessly onto the couch.
Seconds later Herman, his mothers butler appeared, his mouth forming a thin line as he approached. "Hello, Young Master," He greeted him like always. Sebastian always found it somewhat pretentious that his mother actually had a butler, but what could he say? She was an old fashioned rich woman.
"Hello, Herman." Sebastian replied, watching as Herman took his coat from the couch, hanging it up on the coat rack.
"How was school, sir? Fulfilling as always?"
"Nice choice of words, Herman. I take it mother isn't home to hear such a retort?" Sebastian smirked wildly. Through the years, Herman had been one of the few who didn't take his coming out as some kind of tragedy. He was always aware of Sebastian's wild side, and had loyally kept it between the two of them, which Sebastian took to heart.
"No, she is not."
"Lemme guess, spa?" Sebastian chuckled lightly. "When will she be returning?"
"In about three days, sir." Said Herman. "She has gone one a weekend long retreat with the fellow ladies in town."
"And she decided to take this retreat the weekend I was coming home?" Sebastian knew how dimwitted his mother could be, but she had never missed a weekend with him.
"She sends her regrets, sir, but she said it was vitally urgent."
"When is going to the spa not urgent to her? Forget it, I'll be up in my room. Oh, and if mother calls, tell her I'm unavailable."
Taking two steps at a time, Sebastian rushed off to his bedroom, pulling off his Dalton jacket and tie before flipping back onto his king sized bed. He was used to being alone, and yet, the feeling stung slightly. Closing his eyes, Sebastian took a long, deep breath, trying to still his thoughts in his head. The past week had been a total train wreck. His guidance councilor was totally up his ass about his grades, his father called him, which was rare, about wanting to fly him back to France for his final year, Warbler practice was just brutal, with Nick and Thad fighting over the latest solo, and Dominic thumbing over his stupid fat two left feet in the dance moves.
And to top it off, Santana had to come and visit him with her cockamamie pregnancy scheme. Man, he knew the girl played dirty, but that was pushing the limit. Everything she said to him before she threw coffee in his face to confirm it? Not only did he not get a date with that Freshmen hottie, but had had to leave the damn café with a wet, cold shirt and smelling of coffee; and not even in the good way!
Okay, so many he lied a bit. Maybe he did remember that night, but that was his punishment for what had happened? After dealing with Kurt for almost the whole night, he thought a simple fuck would've made him feel better. Who cared if it was a girl? As long as it was wet, and tight, and safe, Sebastian personally didn't give ten fucks about what he put his dick inside. But then after what Santana said, it was apparently not safe.
Come on, though! Him? Knocking someone up? Sure, he could do some pretty impressive things with his penis, but getting a girl pregnant? It was total grade A bullshit. Besides, he knew what kind of girl Santana was. Someone who slept around and had as much fun as possible, just like him. She wouldn't have been dumb enough to forget to take her pill. Lesbian or not, she took precautions, just like he did when he fucked a dude.
Groaning from the lack physical activities, Sebastian shifted his thoughts to a less dark and gloomy subject and onto one that was more interesting; such as what he would be doing tonight. It was Friday night after all, and it wasn't like he could just sit at home, reading a book or studying. Get real! He was Sebastian Smythe! A party boy! A rich kid with no worries. Hanging around wasn't something he did.
He needed to get down, get drunk, and just dance his problems away. Of course, it sounded lamer than it actually was. Something about alcohol and music just blended so well with Sebastian, to the point where he figured if he wanna ever gonna marry, it'd be to either Captain Morgan or Jack Daniels. It had been a long week; no, scratch that, a long month, and Sebastian needed, nay! Deserved to get wild, and crazy!
Looking up, he checked the clock on his nightstand. It was still pretty early, but he didn't mind getting a head start on freshening up. Rolling off the bed, Seb headed for the shower. Tonight, he was gonna chill with the big boys, which meant only one thing: he was going to Scandals!
The lights flicked and the music boomed as Sebastian watched over a dozen men dance to the beat. Some were old, in the late thirties, maybe even forties, and others were younger, like him, maybe a little bit older. They were a good looking group, that he couldn't deny, but no one seemed to peck his interest, or at least not yet. All he could do was sit at the bar for over an hour and a half, drink and listen to the smooth sounds of techno and hit dance songs from the seventies and eighties.
He figured he'd wait a little while longer before picking up one of the younger looking dancers. He already had picked one out. He was short, but muscular, with sandy blonde hair and some pretty good moves. He could move his hips swiftly to the beat, and Sebastian's mind begin to drift onto the thought of what else those hips could do.
"Why don't you take a picture?" A soft, sarcastic voice said on Sebastian's right. Seb smiled, not even having bothering to turn his head. He knew exactly who the voice belong to. "It might last longer." He continued.
"Sounds like a perfect idea." He announced, pulling his eyes away the dance floor, looking over to the young man sitting beside him at the bar. "Have a camera I can barrow?"
Dave snorted, taking a swig of his Miller Lite. After being a regular at the bar, he got used to being around Sebastian's snarkiness, his rushing hormones, and his pure, utterly annoying bluntness towards just about everything. He thought he was just some regular, horny teenage boy, until he learned how much he wanted to get into Blaine Anderson's pants. He thought it was just some crush, until he saw how much of an ass he was to Kurt over it. Sebastian was a home-wrecker, and although his dad taught him not to judge someone you don't know personally, Dave had no intention of becoming buddy-buddy with this free-speaking man-whore.
"How are you, Davie? Haven't see you in a while." Sebastian stated, turning his attention back to the bar.
"I've been busy, Smythe." He said simply. "But thanks for noticing." He added sweetly, mocking flirtation.
"Of course I've noticed. How I could not? I mean, not like anyone else in here looks like they've just come back from a chop shop." Leaning in closer, Sebastian lowed his voice, not so much to a whisper, but enough that Dave would actually have to listen to hear it. "Word of advice: the denim jacket and baseball cap is getting pretty old."
"Is that so?" Dave sighed, not really interested in anything Sebastian had to say.
"You're a smart, handsome young man; despite being a bit on the heavy side. Shake it up a bit!" Turning back to the dance floor, he looked around, pointing out all the different guest rocking to the music. "Look around you. No one is gonna come up and flirt with an unstylish bear-cub." Turning back, he leaned in close, smiling attractively as he spoke. "Would it really kill you to wear some nice Levi jeans and a shirt that fits your body?"
"That all depends: if I get hit on guys like you, I just might."
Sebastian leaned back, laughing as he placed a hand over his heart. "Ouch. Now, that really hurt, Davie. Or should I call you, Karofsky, since you're into the last name thing?"
"You could just not call me at all. I think that's the best thing you could do."
Sebastian laughed again, thinking nothing of what Dave was actually saying. Something about how Dave carried himself and didn't take shit remind Sebastian of himself, and he liked that in a guy. "I like you." He admitted.
"Yeah, well, you like everyone." Dave sighed, taking another sip of his beer.
"On the contrary! There are many people I don't like. I don't like my math teacher. I don't like criers. I don't like homophonic assholes. There's a whole list of things, K." Scooting over, Sebastian pressed his lips against Dave's ear, whispering softly. "Why don't we get out of here and talk about the things I do like?"
"Ugh! No thanks!" Dave cried, pulling away as he rubbed his ear slowly, trying to wipe away any spit Sebastian had left there.
"Come on, you can't play hard to get forever. Dance with me."
"I don't dance." Said Dave in a stubbornly manor.
"Oh bullshit! I've seen you dance. Whether it's by yourself or with the freaks who just come here to socialize."
"Hey!" Dave shouted defensively. "I'm one of those freaks, alright."
"Not when I'm done with you, you won't."
Dave rolled his eyes, saying nothing. He made him sick how confident Sebastian could be. In a small amount, he envied the guy. If only he could be that okay with himself. . . .
"I'll pass." He replied at least.
Shrugging his shoulders, Sebastian turned back to the dance floor, searching until he found the blonde little hip shaker. "Suit yourself." He breathed, narrowing his eyes as a sexy smirk formed on his lips. "Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a nice piece of ass practically calling my name. Au revoir!"
Leaving Dave at the bar, Sebastian took his place on the dance floor. Dave tried not to watch as Sebastian did his thing, fitting in perfectly with the seen as he danced with the handsome stranger. Damn rich kid, Dave thought to himself, turning back to the bar. Little bitch makes everything seem so easy! Shaking his head, Dave finished off his beer before heading out of the club. Tonight had been a dud and figured next week would be better. Getting in his truck, he pulled his jacket off and tossed it in the back, leaving the club and Sebastian behind.