Alright, so here we go... have a last shot of fluff before things get serious. I do apologize for the canon references, but the idea popped up into my head and it was just too tempting. One thing: there is a (very, very slight) dubcon'ish moment on Seb's part near the end. I don't think it warrants a trigger warning, but then again I'm made of elephant skin...
I guess you know the drill about the beta and the feedback and the concrit by now, right?
Whenever he thought back of that night, Kurt couldn't help but smile. He still didn't understand why he'd done it, what had gotten into him that he'd latched onto Sebastian so strongly -he usually rather enjoyed being pursued, rather than pursuing-, but he was glad he had.
It wasn't easy. Their schedules clashed horribly, what with Kurt working office hours -more or less, for now- and Sebastian having shows and photo shoots at the weirdest times. The fact that he was out of town more often than not didn't help their situation much, and sometimes Kurt wondered if he even had a boyfriend when they went another three or four days without seeing each other. But then he'd get a text, or a phone call, and just like that, they made it work. They bantered and sneered and challenged one another near constantly, but they managed their first month without a single fight, and despite Sebastian's earlier non-dating policy he turned out to be pretty good at it, the three bouquets of flowers drying upside down in Kurt's bedroom only the most tangible sign of the fact that he took romance very seriously - even if he didn't always extend the same courtesy to Kurt.
They usually met up at some restaurant for dinner or at a bar for drinks with either of their friends -seeing Sebastian hit on Rachel had turned out to be particularly amusing- but about a month in their relationship Kurt finally decided to invite Sebastian over to his place, telling him he would 'make his taste buds explode'. And even though Sebastian had insisted he was too young to expose his taste buds to that kind of risk, the doorbell rang at 7pm sharp, and Kurt hurried to dry his hands before he went to open the door.
Sebastian had dressed up a little more for the occasion, the collar of his auburn button-up peeking out from under the duffel coat he was wearing, and Kurt leaned against the door post, taking a moment to simply look at him, smiling when Sebastian humored him by twirling around his own axis.
"Okay?" Sebastian asked, arms open as he smiled almost bashfully at Kurt. No matter what Kurt told him, he never did seem to have much confidence in his fashion sense when it came to getting Kurt's approval.
"Very much okay," Kurt assured him, accepting the offered flowers with a nod before he stepped forward to kiss him, giggling when Sebastian deepened the kiss and started sucking softly on his lower lip, clearly unsatisfied with the chaste peck Kurt had settled for.
"Come in, Don Juan, I don't want the neighbors to file a complaint over too much PDA in the hallways."
"It's just a kiss," Sebastian pouted, following Kurt inside, "it hardly even classifies as PDA."
"It's a gay kiss," Kurt corrected him, "it classifies as porn. Now be a doll and put these in water, will you? Vases are in the sideboard, on the left."
He pressed the bouquet back into Sebastian's hands, walking into the open kitchen to finish the sauce, leaving Sebastian to check out the apartment.
"Wow," Sebastian whistled, eyeing the matching color palette, the complementary artwork on the walls and the way not a single accessory clashed with the furniture. "I'm gonna guess you did the interior design yourself?"
"If you ever tell this to anyone I will deny it," Kurt told him, whisking fervently, "but the first three months I lived here I survived on ramen and take out because I invested my whole paycheck in those couches. It was well worth it, though."
He looked over his shoulder to see Sebastian grin at him, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You're a fashion designer, you obviously know your contemporary art, you do interior design, by the delicious smells attacking my nostrils I'd say you know what you're doing in the kitchen and," Sebastian walked over to Kurt's DVD rack, "your love for Broadway seems to be infinite. You do know that being gay doesn't mean you have to conform to every cliché in existence, don't you?"
"I like to think I don't let the obsession with breaking stereotypes dictate what I can and cannot love," Kurt said coquettishly, sticking his tongue out. "And besides, you're the model who seduced the designer, I don't think you're in the position to talk about clichés."
Sebastian gasped, putting his hand over his heart in mock shock.
"Are you implying that I am sleeping my way to the top?"
Kurt laughed, closing his eyes when he felt Sebastian's arms snake around his waste, hugging him from behind.
"I wouldn't dare," Kurt murmured, leaving the sauce for what it was as he leaned back into Sebastian's touch, "but should you feel so inclined, I would like to inform you we are currently casting for our summer catalogue."
"An indecent proposal this early on in the evening?" Sebastian puffed. "Mister Hummel, I am shocked."
It seemed his moment of shock was only temporarily, however, or that he had decided to take Kurt up on his offer, because he tightened his arms just slightly as he started fiddling to get his fingers underneath Kurt's apron. And then his sweater. And then his button-up.
"Exactly how many layers are you wearing today?" Sebastian groaned in frustration. "Because I swear I've worked my way through five and I'm still touching fabric."
"Your math skills are appalling," Kurt chuckled, turning around and lacing his arms around Sebastian's neck. "But since the layers are there to discourage any predatory gays I'd say they are serving their purpose."
Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows provocatively, leaning in closer as he continued to work his way through the layers.
"Hate to disappoint," he said lowly, "but as a predatory gay myself I can tell you: I don't feel so much discouraged as I feel challenged."
He let out a triumphant yelp when he finally succeeded, letting his hands slide over Kurt's stomach, but his victory was short-lived.
"Your. hands. are. freezing!" Kurt panted, pushing down Sebastian's hands by the wrists. "How are they not falling off?"
Sebastian stepped back, watching his hands before burying them in his armpits to warm them up.
"They're not that cold," he pouted indignantly, but Kurt simply quirked his eyebrows and sent him a derisive look, pushing him back.
"I'm pretty sure you could grab a bottle of water and it would freeze in an instant," he said. "So don't even think of touching me again unless they're a comfortable 98.2 plus or minus 0.7 degrees. Now shoot, I've got a meal to finish."
Sebastian shot him another indignant stare, but complied nevertheless, leaving Kurt to his pots as he hopped on the kitchen table. He let his legs dangle, looking around, picking up some envelopes and flicking through them before his eyes fell on a bowl which seemed to be Kurt's clutter space - coins, pens, and keys thrown in together with some needles, pieces of fabric and even a couple of screws.
"What were you doing driving around in Ohio?" Sebastian asked, holding up a pen when Kurt looked over his shoulder, frowning.
"Oh-," Kurt said as he recognized the logo from his dad's garage printed along the shaft. "That's not - I mean, it's from my dad's shop."
"Y-your dad?"
Sebastian seemed shell shocked, looking back at the pen, and Kurt could almost see Sebastian make the connection between 'Hummel's Tires and Lube' and 'Kurt Hummel'.
"Yes, my dad." Kurt looked at Sebastian questioningly, not quite understanding what he was making a fuss about. "I told you he was a mechanic, didn't I?"
"No, you did not," Sebastian said decidedly. "And you definitely didn't tell me he was a mechanic in Lima, Ohio. Trust me, I'd remember."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Alright then: my dad is a car mechanic, he owns a garage back in Lima, where I grew up. And before you ask - yes I used to work at the shop, yes I can change a tyre, yes I bedazzled my coveralls when I was sixteen, and no you do not get to see the insult to fashion that I now recognize it as."
For a second, Sebastian looked at Kurt in stunned amusement, and then shook his head.
"Not what I was going for, although that is interesting information," he said. "No, what I meant is - dude, I grew up like two streets from there!"
"No. shit." Kurt turned around, taking his turn to look stunned. "You're from Lima?"
"Born and raised, I'm ashamed to admit," Sebastian nodded.
They took a moment to look at each other, and then simultaneously burst out laughing.
"Oh god I can't believe this," Kurt chuckled, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as he returned his attention to his cooking. "But where were you at school then? No offense, but I would remember that smirk if you'd gone to McKinley."
"I'm four years younger than you," Sebastian reminded him, shaking his head, "we never would've met. Besides, I was in private schools all my life, boarded in Westerville, at Da-"
"Dalton Academy," Kurt said together with Sebastian, his eyes wide as saucers as he turned around once more. "If you're gonna tell me you were in The Warblers next, I swear I'll have to kill the universe."
"Hey, I wasn't just in The Warblers," Sebastian said haughtily with a sway of his head. "I led that fucking bunch of side steppers. Placed for Nationals in my junior and senior years, too."
But Kurt was barely listening anymore.
"This is not true," he murmured, more to himself than to Sebastian as he let himself fall back against the counter. "This can't be true - 10 years down the line and I'm still ending up with The Warblers' lead singer."
He shook his head in amusement, looking back up to find Sebastian eyeing him questioningly.
"My first boyfriend went to Dalton too," he clarified, "he was a year younger than me but he transferred to McKinley junior year, so you won't know him. Blaine sang lead most of his sophomore year, though, so it's... it's kind of a weird coincidence."
"You're the guy who stole Blaine Anderson away."
It wasn't so much a statement as it was an accusation, and Kurt grinned when he saw Sebastian give him a once over while he dried off his hands and took off the apron.
"Is that what they called me? I guess it's better than 'the guy who killed the Warblers' mascot' or 'the guy who lost us regionals because he was flirting with his boyfriend while performing a break-up song'."
Sebastian didn't reply, still staring at Kurt, and Kurt moved over to him, pushing his knees open to wriggle himself in between, enjoying the way he was looking down at Sebastian for once.
"Now then, Sebastian Warbler," he said, pressing a light kiss on his boyfriend's nose, "dinner is ready."
After they put away the leftovers in the fridge and left the dirty dishes in the dishwasher they moved to the couch, and Kurt let Sebastian pick out a movie as he snuggled against him. They weren't even five minutes in when Kurt's attention drifted away from the screen to the body next to him, and he started to softly kiss Sebastian's neck, slowly moving up to that spot behind his ear and then down again, closing his lips around Sebastian's ear lobe and sucking gently.
"I thought we were gonna watch a movie?" Sebastian shot an amused glance at Kurt who was now expanding his activities, slipping his hand under Sebastian's shirt.
"Well... ," Kurt murmured against the other man's skin, "there's watching a movie... and then there's watching a movie."
Sebastian chuckled, managing to push Kurt back just long enough to kiss him properly, his tongue teasing along Kurt's teeth before pulling back.
"While I appreciate your enthusiasm, I haven't seen this movie yet, so if you don't mind I would actually like to watch it," he said semi-seriously. But when Kurt moved his hand up, thumb brushing a nipple as he worked his way along Sebastian's jaw, he sucked in a breath, closing his eyes as he threw his head back to give Kurt more play room.
"It's a dvd, you can take it home tomorrow," Kurt told him in between kisses as he climbed onto Sebastian's lap. He let his other hand join the first under Sebastian's shirt, following the lines of the muscles with his fingers while he continued to place small kisses along Sebastian's neck, cheeks, nose. Between quick lunches and drinks with friends, this was the first time they actually had some alone-time in a non-public setting, and Kurt felt it would be a waste to let the opportunity slide.
"Oh, so now I'm spending the night?" Sebastian asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Because, you know, I'm not sure if I'm up for that, this early in our relationship."
Kurt cut him off with another kiss as he dug his fingers in Sebastian's sides, slowly dragging them down, en he could feel Sebastian squirm underneath him.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," he said playfully, "but I think I heard a challenge..."
"Kurt-" Sebastian gasped, hands moving to Kurt's hips almost automatically when Kurt shifted in his lap, pressing his hips down. "Kurt, we need to- to talk."
But Kurt just kissed him again, slowly, teasing Sebastian with his tongue, his lips nibbling at Sebastian's and then pulling away, just out of reach.
"Sssh... ," he said, placing a finger against Sebastian's lips. "Less talking, more touching."
"Kurt, I don't-"
Sebastian's hands were moving, Kurt having taken him by the wrists and sliding them up against his sides.
"Kurt, please, you need-"
Sebastian whimpered as Kurt used his whole body to press him down and back against the couch, lining Sebastian's eyebrows with tiny kisses.
"Kurt, STOP!"