So... I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever... And ever. I'm still working on these, I promise! Not giving up!
"Well, boys, you're in luck. Berry went to that strangely named karaoke bar with what's-his-name," Santana said as Kurt and Sebastian walked through the door. Kurt toed off his shoes.
"We're not staying, Tana," he told her. She grinned wickedly.
"So you're just getting a change of clothes so Lady Hummel doesn't have to do the full walk of shame tomorrow?" she asked. Kurt sniffed and walked into his room. Sebastian and Santana laughed. He ignored them as he shut himself in the bathroom to change.
"What are you doing?" Santana asked.
"Taking him dancing," he told her. She smiled at him. "Does he know that you've been talking to me?"
"No. He'll figure it out soon enough, though," she said. He nodded.
"Hey, San, do you know what's up with him and Blaine?" he asked quietly. Santana looked up at him cautiously.
"What did he tell you?" she murmured.
"Well, he said they're fine. But I don't believe him."
"You shouldn't," she said gravely, "but I can't tell you what happened. Kurt made Rachel, Finn, and me swear not to mention it."
"So it was bad?"
"Bad." Kurt stepped out of the bathroom and Sebastian's breath caught.
Kurt was wearing leather for Christ's sake. Leather! So it was just a leather jacket, but still. His legs were encased in the same iridescent pants he'd worn to their first 'official' (as Sebastian liked to identify it) coffee date. His shirt this time was a simple white short-sleeved button down. Around his neck he'd slung a gray tie with a purple tint to it. It was done loosely and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. And the leather jacket topped off the whole outfit, lending a perfect bad-boy feel to the ensemble.
"Damn, Hummel," Santana said, letting out a low whistle. Kurt grinned bashfully. Sebastian had yet to find the power to speak.
"How long have you had that jacket hiding?" Santana continued, glancing at Sebastian out of the corner of her eye.
"A while. One of our customers back home in the shop, he's been coming for years, dug it out one day and said it was from his teen years when he first started riding motorcycles. He gave it to me, said I looked like the kind of kid who could put it to good use. I don't wear it around Rachel because I don't really need that lecture," he explained.
"You look good," Sebastian finally managed in a rough voice. Kurt blushed slightly.
"Thanks. Should we get you changed?" he asked and Sebastian swallowed harshly to get the image of Kurt undressing him out of his head.
"Yeah. I have to walk Radagast again anyway," he said, still staring blatantly at Kurt. He tore his eyes away as Santana dropped a pot while clearing out the dish drain. He suspected she'd done it on purpose.
"Let's go, then," Kurt said. He pulled out a pair of well-loved white Converse and slid them on. Sebastian was still a little frozen by the counter. Santana pushed him roughly and gave him a look. He shrugged. If Kurt hadn't figured it out by now, he was an idiot.
"You coming, Seb?" Kurt called over his shoulder, one foot out the door already.
"God yes," Sebastian whispered to himself. Santana gave him a long hard look as he headed for the door. He understood perfectly. This was his chance.
"Kurt? Where are you?" Sebastian called as he let Radagast off his leash after his walk. Kurt had opted to stay behind.
"In here," he called from the bed room. Sebastian came in to find him looking quizzically at three outfits he'd carefully laid out on Sebastian's bed. Sebastian raised an eyebrow and tried to ignore how it felt to have Kurt pick his clothes.
"Haven't decided yet?"
"Shut up, Seb," Kurt mumbled. He glanced up at him with the look of an artist in his eye then looked back at the clothes. He finally grabbed one of them and shoved the outfit into Sebastian's arms, pushing him toward the bathroom.
"This one. Put it on, quick. Before I change my mind," he instructed firmly.
"Yes, ma'am," Sebastian muttered, dodging the smack he knew was coming.
"Hurry up, Smythe, or we'll be here for another hour," he threatened.
"Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist," he said. He caught Kurt smirk out of the corner of his eye before he registered his next comment.
"Who said I'm wearing panties?"
Sebastian was so distracted while dressing, he could barely do up the buttons of the shirt Kurt had handed him.
Kurt looked him up and down slowly as he finally emerged. He could see his Adam's apple bob quickly a few times. He trusted Kurt with his outfit selection and got a feel for it while changing. The jeans were a dark wash that he rarely wore and the shirt was a charcoal pin-striped button down that was more fitted than he was used to. Honestly, he'd forgotten he owned these items. Slowly, Kurt approached him and undid a few more buttons (he'd only left three open at the top). He nodded to himself, not taking his eyes off the small amount of chest he'd now revealed.
"We going?" Sebastian asked carefully, searching Kurt's face.
"Let's go," he murmured. He grabbed his jacket from where he'd slung it on Sebastian's bed and rushed past him. Sebastian shivered at their bodies brushed. It still felt like the time Lance had made him shake his hand while wearing one of those trick buzzers whenever he and Kurt touched.
"Bye, Rad! I'll be back later," Sebastian cooed. Radagast's little tail drooped slightly the way it always did when Sebastian left. He petted him once more before locking up behind him and joining Kurt in the elevator.
"So, where to?" Kurt asked. Sebastian hailed a cab.
"You'll see," he said mysteriously. Kurt rolled his eyes. The sexual tension that had been amplified in the apartment lifted slightly.
He directed the cab driver to his favorite club and sat back against the seats. Kurt was watching the city pass out the window, trying to guess where they were headed. Sebastian grinned and turned to his own window. In his pocket, his phone vibrated.
I swear to God if you fuck this up, I'm not helping you anymore. –S
He grinned. It was total luck that he'd run into Santana the first week she'd been here. At first she hadn't been at all happy to see him, but eventually had warmed up to him. It was nice to have someone who he could cruelly insult and who would give back just as good. Sure, it had taken a lot apologizing and bribing to get her to forgive him for the slushie incident, but it was worth it. Because when he'd drunkenly confessed his feelings for Kurt to her, she'd immediately stepped up to help. They were good friends now. Even though she still didn't trust him not to slushie her again.
His phone vibrated once more before they reached the club.
Just got off the plane. Catch you for breakfast tomorrow. Can't wait to see you, little bro. –Lance
Kurt saw him smiling this time.
"What's got you so happy?" he asked.
"My brothers just got into town to visit me. You're sure you don't want to meet them?" he asked with a smirk.
"Positive," Kurt deadpanned.
"Too bad. You're coming to breakfast with us tomorrow," Sebastian said. They got out of the cab and Sebastian paid.
"Also, welcome to Phantom, Princess."
He pulled Kurt toward the line, pulling out his wallet. He passed Kurt a fake ID, an actual one, not a crappy Hawaiian one. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"It's even got your picture on it, Princess," he mocked. Kurt smirked.
"Thanks for the effort this time," he said. Sebastian grinned and tugged him up as the line advanced.
"So, are you going to let me drink?" Sebastian asked after they'd checked their coats and were making their way toward the bar. Kurt sighed dramatically.
"One drink," he allowed. "And I'm having one, too." Sebastian's eyebrows hovered.
"Princess drinks?" he asked doubtfully.
"I have pre-marital sex, too," he scoffed. Sebastian snorted and wrinkled his nose.
"What do you want, then, Princess?"
Turned out, neither of them actually stopped at one drink. Two shots each followed and then Kurt's hand was in his and they were making their way to the dance floor. They started off two feet away from each other, hyper aware of the sexual tension surrounding them. But then they alcohol kicked in. And suddenly, every inch of space between them was a bad idea.
Sebastian wasn't sure what had happened to the boy who'd danced with Blaine all that time ago, but the boy with him on the floor was definitely not that same Kurt. His back was pressed along Sebastian's front. One of his arms was slung up around Sebastian's neck, pulling his mouth toward his neck. The other was covering his own hand that was curled around his waist tightly. Sebastian's free hand was gripping his hip tightly, pulling him ever further back against him. He could hear Kurt's small gasps and bitten back moans in his ear when his lips trailed across his skin. He couldn't help himself.
"Kurt," he choked out, getting Kurt to turn around and hook his other arm around his neck. "You have a boyfriend." Kurt stared up into his face, never stopping the sinful movement of his hips.
"I know," he said. Sebastian couldn't hear him over the music, but his lips shaped the words carefully.
"We can't do this," he continued. They were still dancing. Kurt didn't reply. "Kurt," Sebastian started again.
"God, Sebastian," he interrupted, "just kiss me." Sebastian didn't have to be asked twice.
He lost track of time as they kissed. Everything was Kurt; Kurt was all that mattered, Kurt was all he was tasting, breathing, feeling. And that was perfectly fine with Sebastian. He became intimately acquainted with Kurt's mouth (as well as a certain other part of his body that Sebastian fully intended to get more acquainted with in the future) and Kurt with his. For over a year, Sebastian had been waiting for this moment. It certainly didn't disappoint. He didn't feel it when his cell phone rang the first time.
The second time, he reluctantly pulled his lips away from Kurt's.
"It's Lawrence," he said at Kurt's questioning look. "I'll be right back." He led Kurt to the bar and hurried outside to get away from the noise of the club.
"Ren? What's up?" he asked, more than a little irritated at his brother's timing. He rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't notice Kurt slip out of the club.
"Sebastian, I'm sorry," Lawrence sounded frantic, "Lance is in the ICU." Suddenly, the night's blissful mood disappeared.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Some asshole drunk driver hit our cab on the way to the hotel. How soon can you be here?" Lawrence paused, but even after taking a breath, his voice broke as he said, "They don't know how much longer he'll hold on."
Sebastian tilted his head back against the wall of the club, pinching the bridge of his nose. This wasn't happening.
"I'll be there as soon as possible," he whispered. Both of them hung up without saying goodbye.
"Seb?" Kurt started quietly. Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose again before turning toward him.
"I have to go. Lance is in the hospital," he said.
"I'm coming with you," Kurt said immediately. Sebastian blinked.
"You don't have to."
"I'm coming, Sebastian. Here." He handed him his coat and went to the curb to hail a cab.
"What happened?" Kurt murmured as they headed toward the hospital.
"Drunk driver," he muttered. He felt Kurt's hand close over his own, he flipped it up so their palms rested together and they were holding hands properly. Kurt didn't let go until they reached the emergency room.