Hey! So sorry for how long this took, life got busy this summer, and I tend to have more drive and inspiration in the fall and winter, I'm not sure why. So, I've gotten a few complaints about being too depressing, so this chapter is a bit happier and more about having fun. Thank you so much for the continued interest and please leave me comments, it really helps. :)
"Good evening, Mr. Anderson," Kurt greets Blaine when his handsome face pops up on the
screen of his laptop. They had been good about this the past few weeks. Better than usual, but Kurt had been a hermit since the strange heartbreak of Sebastian sleeping with people and the realization that Adam was more than a pretty boy whose sole existence was to boost his confidence. Hermit Kurt was the best Kurt that Kurt could be though, it kept him out of trouble.
"Hey Kurt," Blaine replies, his voice a bit strained.
"What's going on?" Kurt asks and gives an understanding hum when Blaine pulls back from the camera a bit and he sees Sam in the background. "Hello, Sam!" He says cheery and friendly, but Sam just nods and brushes him off. He's sad for a moment because Blaine has stolen yet another friend from him, but gets over it when he remembers all his new friends that Blaine hasn't touched, and who Kurt will never let him touch.
"Sam's having girl trouble," Blaine explains and once again Kurt is disappointed in the selfishness of people. But then he wonders if he should be at that step now, the step where you move on from tragedy.
"Oooh," he teases, but the boys are too busy bickering about the correct order the events of Sam's flirtation with this mystery lady went in, but Kurt wasn't there for any of them. He stays for a while and nods along with their conversation and eventually shuts off his computer without a word, knowing that they won't notice anyway.
"We're gonna paaaarty! We look so seeexy!" Santana is singing in the kitchen as her and Rachel do a weird sort of belly dance that reminds Kurt of a fish.
"We gonna show all those bitches how to werk!" Kurt interjects, doing the strange dance with them, causing them both to laugh.
"Santana and I were invited to a girl's night out," Rachel says, tucking herself into Kurt's side.
"Fun!" He smiles, slinging an arm around Rachel.
"Yeah, some girls from the diner," Santana explains further, as she reaches her left hand into the cup of her bra to hoist her breast more to the middle and then does the same to the other.
"Hmmm." Kurt nods, raising a brow at the movement before looking back to Rachel. "Got room for another?" he asks.
"It's a girl's night out, Hummel." Santana repeats.
"I thought I was honorary." He pouts.
"Not anymore with all those boys you've been hanging around with." Rachel narrows her eyes and playfully pokes his nose. "You're as boyish as they come."
"Jerk." Kurt says pulling away from her, and though his tone is light he does feel a little hurt.
"I'm just kidding." She says, hitting his arm softly. "I just think it'd be inappropriate to invite someone to something we were invited to."
"Yeah, sure." Kurt smiles. "I'll just drink some wine and watch Jaws."
"Strange decision." Santana mutters, her head still bent down as she pushes her boobs together a few more times above her clothing and then reaches a hand out for Rachel. "Later." She says and Rachel's blows him a kiss as she's led away.
Jaws is kind of boring and that makes Kurt sad, and the wine is kind if bitter and burns his throat and that makes him sad too. He lays on the couch sad until he decides to actively try to make himself happy. He starts with ice cream, but having been a hermit, he hasn't been to the gym in a while so that just makes him feel worse. He tries to put together an outfit next, but his heart isn't into it and then he's worried that maybe it won't be into it ever again. A bath is his last resort and like everything else it doesn't work. He finds that baths are for people who like to think, not people who are afraid of their own thoughts. He groans loudly, trying to silence his thoughts, and presses his fingers hard against his eyes. He picks up his phone and tries to read smutty stories, thinking that maybe that might relieve some of the nervous tension coursing through his body, but it doesn't work. The Adam's Apples are in Jersey, doing some type of street show and he knows that it's unfair to call but he can feel his sanity waning and it's terrifying.
"'Ello, kitten!" Adam answers and immediately Kurt's face breaks into a smile.
"You're so British." Kurt chuckles, his tone flirty.
"Well." Adam says, followed by a laugh. "What's happening?
"I've had a terrible day," Kurt begins and Adam interrupts with a sympathetic whine, and then he's interrupted by someone telling him to get off the phone.
"Oh, you've gotta go. I'm sorry, Adam. Break a leg, okay?"
"No, no, no. Not until I know that you're okay. Talk to me." he orders and yes, Kurt is kind of in love with him.
"I'm fine, I'm actually thinking about going to a friend's for the night."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Now go, go and show everyone how incredibly talented you are." He says with a smile.
"I love you."
"Love you back, now go." Kurt sits in the tub with a wide smile for a while before his thoughts come slithering back and he's alone again without distraction. For the first time, he feels not only emotionally vulnerable, but physically. He picks up his phone and calls the first person his thumb hits.
"Hello? Kurt?" The voice asks. He pulls the phone back to see who he has called and can't help but laugh when he sees that it's Starchild, the person he knows the least out of all his friends on his contact list.
"Starchild." He says, high pitched and happy.
"Yeah...what's up?"
"I'm alone in a bath and I'm bored and a bit frightened. Come over, we'll watch Jaws."
"I-uh...um...are you asking me for sex?" He asks bluntly and Kurt giggles, starting feel like he's really lost his mind.
"No." He says. "Well, I don't think so at least. I've been weird lately." He shrugs.
"Wow...well, I-you know what? Fuck it. Yeah sure, I'm just sitting here watching crime shows and eating pizza anyway."
"Ooo, bring the pizza!" He smiles and he finally feels happy.
"Alright." Elliott laughs.
"You remember where I live?"
"That I do. Give me twenty minutes and I'll be there."
"Sounds good. Thank you, Starchild. You're a real life saver."
"Yeah. And feel free to call me Elliott. It's less weird."
"Sure thing, Starchild." Kurt says, correcting himself only after he hangs up.
"Starchild!" Kurt sings in the boy's face, his eyes too bright and smile too wide.
"Kurt!" Elliott mimics Kurt teasingly. Kurt knows that he's being weird, but it feels good in a strange way, because maybe he's not being weird, he's just being goofy and comfortable.
"Mmm, pizza." He hums, taking it from Elliott's hands and taking it into the kitchen. He laughs when he opens it and sees that nearly half of it is gone. "How are you so fit sir?" He teases, taking a slice and eating it right out of his hand, something he'd always yell at his dad, Fin and even Carole for.
"Gym." Elliott shrugs. "You're fun tonight. Are you drunk?"
"You don't have to be drunk to be fun, Starchild. Sometimes it just takes being tired and a little depressed, and being completely over it." He explains, ignoring it when Elliott tells him again to call him his birth name.
"Ohh, I see." Elliott smirks and nods his head, taking another piece of pizza and eating it like Kurt is. "So, you need someone to talk to? Your perfect relationship is in trouble?" Kurt laughs at that, a good, hardy and a little bitter laugh.
"No talking yet, just pizza. Unless you want to talk at me. I'm good at listening, just ask all my friends." He smiles wide and toothy and again bitter.
"I don't think I have anything to talk about." Elliott pouts.
"Then, let's watch Jaws." Jaws turns out to be more fun with Elliott and pizza and by the end of the movie, Kurt is feeling drunk and free and flirty. He's vaguely aware of how dangerous this is getting, that he shouldn't be feeling so flirty with every guy he knows, that this was never who he was, but Elliott is cute and he's responding, and it's noncommittal and silly, so it's safe enough.
"So tell me about the drama!" Elliott wines when they have a lull in conversation after Kurt learns that Elliott grew up living with his grandmother, who he loves dearly, that his mother has a drug problem, and that he doesn't even know who his father is.
"Well," Kurt begins, deciding to be just as honest and generous with information as Elliott was. "I love Adam, like, I think that I am in love with him." He begins, it's terrifying hearing himself say it all aloud, but it is also therapeutic and had to be done at some point. Elliott's soft and kind eyes help. "But then there's Sebastian, and he's like . . . I haven't even admitted to myself that I like him yet." He scoffs, rolling his eyes which sting. He knows that he's going to cry and that really sucks. "He's so hot and . . . messy, and it's so appealing to me, but then there's this underlying feeling of sadness and I just..." He trailed off with a frustrated groan. "I want to figure him out, and I want him to like me and to see me - and I feel like he does. Adam thinks I'm this great thing, but Sebastian sees me, he knows that I'm just a stupid lost boy." He finishes finally, hugging his legs to his chest, protecting himself from whatever Elliott responds with.
"Everyone loves a bad boy Kurt, and if you only think that you're in love with Adam, then you shouldn't be engaged to him. I'm sorry, but it's the truth, hon." Kurt just stares at Elliott with wide eyes for a moment before shaking his head and clearing his throat. The guilt burns within him and he lets out an awkward laugh.
"I – uh . . . no, no my fiancé is Blaine. Adam was my boyfriend for literally a day when we were broken up. We're friends now, and Sebastian is my friend . . . we've never slept together."
"Oh wow! You know, maybe the fact that you didn't even mention him and that you're into two other guys is even more a reason than only thinking you're in love with him, to not be engaged," he says, this time softer.
"Good point," Kurt replies in a whisper.
"You know-". "We-". They both begin, but Kurt pushes on without giving Elliott a chance to go on.
"We have to go out. Yes! We must go out! Right now! Get up!" He shouts and shoots up, laughing when he sees Elliott's stunned expression. "You look too hot to just be sitting around," he adds in a flirty tone. Elliott looks like he's about to say something, something that Kurt can tell he doesn't want to hear, and Elliott must detect this, because he shakes his head and smiles back.
"Let's get out of here. Where are we going?"
"A club! A club!" Kurt chants excitedly.
"Yes! A club! We must, even though I did not dress for such an event. C'mon, I know the perfect place." Elliott takes them to a place similar to the club he and Sebastian went to, but a little toned down. They get drinks, even though Kurt was already feeling loose and happy. Elliott makes fun of him when he's tipsy after one drink and drunk after one more. They don't talk about anything of importance, just make plans for the band that are ridiculous and never going to happen, but that doesn't even matter because they'll have forgotten about them come morning and hangovers.
Kurt's the one who suggests dancing and he finds it sweet that Elliott is so afraid of being separated in the crowd that they hold hands on the floor and vow to only dance with each other.
It starts out fun and silly and they giggle together, but after a while their moves turn sexy and smooth. Arms wrap around necks and waist, hips grind against thighs, but somehow it's still silly and doesn't make Kurt feel like a horrible person like it would were he with Adam or Sebastian. They're fueled by the few boys that look upon them with lustful eyes and silently make the joint decision of putting on a show. Kurt lifts his arms and moves his body to the beat as Elliott runs his hands down Kurt's sides to his hips and then back up to wrap his arms around Kurt's neck. Kurt's arms move to wrap around Elliott's waist and he doesn't flinch when the boy begins to mouth at his neck, he just moves his eyes around smirking at each boy he catches looking. They go on like that until Kurt whispers that he feels sick into Elliott's ear. It's refreshing how calm he is about it. Elliot leads him out of the crowd, gets him a water from the bar, and then takes them outside. "Mind paying for the cab home? I'm running low on cash." Elliott says as Kurt drinks his water.
"Not at all." He replies, sighing at how far away home is and how he's going to be woken up when the girls come home and how he really wishes he could teleport, and why the hell hasn't science figured that one out yet. "Didn't they teleport a steak or something?" He asks.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Elliott asks utterly confused.
"Oh my god! Where are we? Oh, I know where we are." He jolts off the wall he was leaning against. "I know where we are! Come on, we're going to stay somewhere else."
"I don't know if I trust you right now."
"Sebastian, Sebastian lives up here." Kurt tells him as he rolls his eyes and tugs him along.
It's not until they arrive at the front doors of Sebastian's apartment building when the nerves kick in.
"I didn't tell him I was coming." He states flatly and Elliott is drunk too so he just giggles and suddenly they retract to their seven year old selves. In fact, Kurt feels almost nostalgic with how similar this is to when he was young and his cousin-who was bad news-made him make a prank phone call. After enough pushing, Kurt finally walks through the doors.
Sebastian is rich so he has door men, but Kurt has already made them friendly acquaintances, so they don't throw the drunk boys out immediately. Instead of letting them go up though, they call Sebastian down.
Kurt can't help but giggle at Sebastian's expression when he sees them. He looks sleepy and grumpy. His hair is a mess and he's wearing nothing but boxers that are white with red lip prints on them; he is absolutely adorable and never disappoints, Kurt thinks. "You're hot." Elliott smirks, looking Sebastian over. "Yeah, I can see it." He says to Kurt, who squeals and steps on his foot in reply. Sebastian storms up to him and takes his arm in a firm grip. Kurt wants to cry for a second because he thinks that he's being rejected, but when he looks at the boy's face and it shows nothing but concern.
"Why are you drunk and who the fuck is that?" He asks.
"We went out. I only had a few drinks-honest." He doesn't know why he feels as though he needs to defend himself, but something about the look on his friend's face makes him want to soothe him and tell him that everything is okay. "Starchild." He cocks his head towards Elliott.
Sebastian's facial expression breaks then, and he looks over in Elliott's direction.
"Oh wow! Not what I was expecting."
"He usually dresses different, but we began the night with Jaws and pizza."
"Why are you here?" He asks, turning his attention back to Kurt.
"My place is so far away and I missed you." Sebastian rolls his eyes and cups the back of Kurt's head, pushing it closer to press a kiss to his forehead, the movement is almost too forceful to be intimate, but Kurt's insides flutter nonetheless. Sebastian leads them up to his room as they giggle to each other about the boy's ass in his silly boxers.
"No one sleeps on my couch, it's leather." He told them with a glare. "Now goodnight." He left to go to his room, and threw out a few blankets for them.
"Awww, that's sweet." Kurt smiles.
". . . that's . . . sweet?" Elliott mutters and falls onto the couch. He's asleep in no time.
Kurt thinks about waking him up to get him off the leather, but he doesn't really care about Sebastian's stupid couch, so he covers him with a blanket instead. He looks around for a spot to place himself, because now he's feeling less giggly and more nauseous. Sebastian's place is really nice, but not that big; he has a nice kitchen, a dining area that he has turned into a bar, the living room isn't too spacious, and there are only two other rooms, his bedroom and the other looks like it is used as an office. He sighs and feels like crying again, he's a very emotional drunk, he realizes. After a few more moments of feeling sad and lonely, he walks through Sebastian's open door and cuddles right against him.
"Hummel." Sebastian groans.
"Shut up." Kurt mutters back.
"Okay, but never again." He says and wraps an arm around Kurt. Kurt's almost asleep when Sebastian says his name again more urgently and shimmied closer to Kurt. When he looks up he sees that Elliott has taken the place on the other side of Sebastian, and he couldn't deny that it made him feel good that he was uncomfortable by Elliott, but not him.
"You have two boys in your bed, be happy." He said in a sleepy voice, and said nothing as Sebastian rolled him over himself to switch spots. He laughed softly and drifted off to sleep to the soothing sounds of Sebastian's complaints and plots of revenge.