Chapter 13: Scandals
~It's trouble…but that brings all the fun~
"I'm still not sure about this…."
Kurt fidgeted restlessly as he drove his car towards a familiar direction. Beside him, Sebastian rolled his eyes. He was dressed rather casually; his favorite green striped shirt and a pair of jeans. He even put on a pair of fake glasses for the extra effect, or so he put it. His posture was relaxed. He did not even look weird despite the heavy contrast of his sling.
Kurt had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that Sebastian looked very handsome.
Kurt, of course, did not look too bad himself. Although his ensemble was rather simple- a graphic tee, a dark blue double collar jacket, a pair of skinny jeans and sneakers- he was proud to say that he looked awesome in them. Even Sebastian raised an eyebrow, though it could have meant something else other than a compliment.
"God Kurt, if you didn't want to go, you could have said so earlier," Sebastian sighed.
"It's not that I don't want to go…" Kurt hesitated. "It's just that…the last time I was at Scandals, you spent the majority of the night dancing with my ex. Not exactly the best memory to keep,"
Sebastian smirked and leaned against his seat. "It's not my fault you were so boring,"
"What about you, anyway?" Kurt asked. "Are you sure you'll be alright going to a bar with a dislocated shoulder? How are you going to dance without fearing that someone might bump onto your injured shoulder?"
Sebastian rolled eyes. "Please…I've gone there once with a twisted ankle I got from lacrosse practice. It worked out fine albeit the no dancing part,"
"You went to a bar with a twisted ankle?" Kurt stared at him in disbelief.
Sebastian merely shrugged.
"You're unbelievable," Kurt muttered as he shook his head. Beside him, he heard a chuckle.
Kurt found himself smiling.
~*.*~
The pounding music was the thing that greeted the pair when they stepped inside the bar. It was packed as usual. Men were dancing and laughing; Kurt suspected that most of them were probably drunk. He scrunched up his nose in disgust as one guy, most likely no older than Kurt, staggered past them and bumping onto a wall before passing out on the floor. No one seemed to notice.
"I'm starting to regret this…" Kurt groaned. Sebastian laughed. "Oh come on, princess, lighten up," he grinned and Kurt could not help but to return it hesitantly. "The party is only starting!"
Kurt let himself to be dragged to the refreshment bar and watched as Sebastian ordered two martinis. "Hm? I'm the designated driver, Sebastian. I thought I'm not supposed to get drunk," Kurt raised an eyebrow, his tone heavy with sarcasm. He still remembered when Sebastian had suggested that he could not hold his liquor well. Granted, it was true, but it still wounded his ego nevertheless.
"No way," Sebastian replied. "Tonight is about you forgetting your worries. And you can't do that sober,"
"I'm not taking a taxi back home," Kurt crossed his arms determinedly.
"Who says you are? I asked a friend to help drive us home,"
"And who might that be?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
Sebastian pointed to a certain direction and in the midst of the crowd, Kurt could see a familiar figure. His eyes widened when he realized it was none other than Dave Karofsky, leaning against the wall with a drink in one hand. Dave caught Kurt's eyes and gave a small wave, smiling hesitantly. The latter returned it.
"You two are friends now?"
Sebastian shrugged. "Recently. We kept on bumping onto each other at the library or here. He's okay,"
Kurt's smile widened. In some ways, Kurt realized that Sebastian really did change.
Sebastian handed Kurt one of the martinis. He brought his own glass nearer to Kurt, tilting it slightly. "Let's toast, eh? For the princess's first real night out," he smiled cockily. Kurt looked indignant for a second before he returned the smile with his own tiny one and hesitantly clinked his glass against Sebastian's.
"Cheers," he said quietly.
He took a small sip slowly and winced at the burn that greeted his throat. Sebastian smirked, clearly amused by Kurt's discomfort as he finished his own glass in one gulp. Kurt scowled at his smirk and forced himself to finish his drink. He exhaled noisily when he was done, looking entirely relieved. Sebastian laughed.
"Are you really that intolerant towards alcohol?"
"Shut up, meerkat," Kurt growled. Then, he realized something. Once the initial burn went away, he actually found the martini rather delicious. In fact, it was tasted really addicting.
"Wanna dance?" Sebastian asked.
Kurt shook his head. "Not yet. I think I'll stay here for a while," he said, sitting down on one of the stools. Sebastian shrugged and stuffed his hand in his pocket. "Suit yourself. I'll go hang out with Karofsky, then. Catch you later, princess,"
"Mhm…" Kurt replied absently. When Sebastian walked away, Kurt spun to face the bartender. "Can I have one more of that martini, please?"
The bartender, a man around 40 gave Kurt a light smirk before nodding and started preparing his drink. Kurt figured that he could have a bit more alcohol tonight.
It was not as if he was going to get drunk that fast, right?
~*.*~
Five glasses later (Kurt never thought that martinis could be that addicting), Kurt was already swaying in his seat. His cheeks were flushed and he was looking at the crowed with a dazed look on his face. It was definitely official.
Kurt was drunk.
Somewhere in the crowd, Sebastian was dancing with some random guy, clearly having fun in a way. The other guy looked slightly younger than Sebastian and himself by a few years, with blond curls that fell over his light green eyes and very prominent cheekbone. He was cute. Definitely the kind of guy Sebastian would flirt with.
Unlike him. No wonder Blaine fell out of love with him. What was special about him?
All of a sudden, something snapped in Kurt's mind. Why was he sitting here all alone? Sebastian was over there dancing with some guy he barely knew and having the time of his life. Even Dave was striking up a conversation with a group of guys, clearly enjoying himself. So why was Kurt spending his time moping around and getting drunk?
Sebastian brought him here to have fun. Then, fun was what he will have.
Getting off his chair, he strode towards the jukebox tucked away at the corner. He peered at the playlist provided and scrolled through them, hoping to find something decent to listen to. The current music was horrendous and Kurt honestly thought his ears were bleeding. He was not drunk enough to enjoy music that consisted nothing more than rap, beatboxing and some horrible melody. The others, however, were.
Finally, his eyes caught one title. They sparkled in interest and with a triumphant smile, Kurt pressed play.
A familiar tune drifted out of the speakers. Heads turned when the music suddenly changed. Sebastian watched as Kurt grabbed the microphone provided. Kurt caught his eyes and sent him a winning smile before opening his mouth to sing.
Yeah, yeah, we did it again
And this time I'mma make you scream
Guys hooted when they began to recognize the lyrics. Even Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Hmm…? What's the princess doing?
Kurt walked confidently towards the small stage at the end of the room before getting on it, keeping his eyes locked with the audience the whole time. His smile never faltered.
I see you over there, so hypnotic
Thinking 'bout what I'd do to that body
I'd get you like ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Got no drink in my hand
But I'm wasted
Getting drunk on the thought of you naked
I'd get you like ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Kurt never felt so confident before. There was this strange buzzing in his veins that made him feel alive. He gave a wink to the audience and the guys cheered, clearly pleased. Sebastian was watching him with a cool stare, his expression amused.
Kurt somehow found this unnerving. It was as if Sebastian was making fun of him.
And I've tried to fight it, to fight it
But you're so magnetic, magnetic
Got one life, just live it, just live it
Now relax, and get on your back
He jumped off the stage and strode over to Sebastian. When the latter merely smirked, Kurt scowled, his thin stretched into a thin line. Suddenly, the urge to prove something to him boiled within him. It reminded him so much of the time when they had a duet during Warblers practice. The urge to prove to Sebastian that Kurt could win.
And he would.
If you wanna scream, yeah
Let me know and I'll take you there
Get you going like
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby
If you want it done right
Hope you're ready to go all night
Get you going like
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby
If you wanna scream
Keeping his eyes locked on Sebastian's, he wound his arm around Sebastian to pull him closer towards him until they were nearly nose to nose. It was a bold move, even for Kurt, and judging from Sebastian's surprised expression, he must have thought so, too. Kurt grinned triumphantly and continued to sing.
Yeah, come on
Kill the lights, shut 'em off
You're electric
Devil eyes telling me "Come and get it"
I'll have you like
Ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Girl tonight you're the prey
I'm the hunter
Take you here, take you there
Take you under
Imagine me whispering in your ear
Then I wanna take off all your clothes and put something on ya
His face was dangerously close to Sebastian's now, their lips nearly touching. He thought he heard Sebastian catch his breath but with the pounding music, he could be mistaken.
And I've tried to fight it, to fight it
But you're so magnetic, magnetic
Got one life, just live it, just live it
Now relax, and get on your back
If you wanna scream, yeah
Let me know and I'll take you there
Get you going like
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby
If you want it done right
Hope you're ready to go all night
Get you going like
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Yeah, ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby
If you wanna scream...
He spun around so that his back was against Sebastian's body and did something he only remembered doing once. Slowly and deliberately, he started to grind his body against Sebastian as he went down to the floor, his fingers trailing Sebastian's sides and thighs as he did before casting a look over his shoulder.
Sebastian was looking at him with wide eyes. Kurt considered this as a victory. He stood up and faced Sebastian again before wrapping one leg around Sebastian's waist, effectively pulling him closer once more. He was grateful for the buzz lingering in his veins.
It made him feel braver than he ever was before.
Out louder, scream, louder (if you wanna scream)
Louder, louder, louder, louder
Hey, tonight I scream, I'm on need (if you wanna scream)
If you wanna scream, yeah
Let me know and I'll take you there
Get you going like
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby
If you want it done right
Hope you're ready to go all night
Get you going like
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby
If you wanna scream
When the song ended, Kurt's ears were greeted with hoots and cheers of approval. He also realized that he was slightly breathless, panting heavily as he stared at Sebastian.
"You…" Sebastian began slowly, his tone indicated that he was not sure that everything that has happened actually happened. And honestly, Kurt was not, as well. Suddenly very aware of their not-so-innocent position, Kurt put down his leg and took a careful step back. He stared at Sebastian with wide eyes when he realized what he had been doing.
Oh my god…
Pushing past the crowd, Kurt ran away from the dance floor, ignoring the fact that Sebastian was calling out his name. He bolted for the nearest toilet and leaned against the wall, completely ignoring the fact that it might be dirty. Kurt's head was spinning.
Oh god…I did it again. What…why on earth did I do that? Singing and acting like that…oh god…
He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he did not realize that someone else had entered the toilet. He could barely register what was happening when a hand covered his mouth and strong arms pulled him in. His eyes wide, he looked up to see a guy with cropped short black hair, tattoos across his arms and very nasty smile.
He leaned in closer to whisper into Kurt's ear.
"You wanna scream, baby?" A dark chuckle. "I'll make you scream…"
A/N: I'm back, everyone! Oh gosh, I miss writing this fic…And to all those who reviewed, virtual kisses, hugs and cookies to you! Exams went…okay, I guess. So far, I have gotten back three test papers out of the ten subjects I took and I got one A- and 2As. Not bad, not bad. Haha :) Hey, those tests were hard!
Anyway…I really hope you enjoy this chapter. Trouble is brewing...*smiles*
Reviews are lovely and appreciated (god, I missed writing that)