Me and Elliott are grabbing dinner tonight. Come?
Kurt's in a movement class when he gets the text, so he's unable to answer it at first. He gets to it an hour later when he's packing up and hauling ass off to his next class.
What time? he texts back as he steels himself for the cold wind about to hit his face when he walks outside.
7? Around then.
Sure. Where?
Pitt's dining hall. We'll swipe you in. You know where it is?
Not a clue
You know where Towers Lobby is?
I have literally never been on your campus, Sebastian, Kurt replies, a bit annoyed. He's also fibbing a bit. He's been on Pitt's campus multiple times, but he doesn't know his way around. He's gone to the shops and restaurants there, and he's seen some theatre productions. But he has no idea the names of the buildings.
You're useless, Princess. Meet in front of the Cathedral, presuming you know where it is. It's the 40 story tower looming over the city. Looks like a giant penis if you're far enough away.
Gotcha. I'll meet you at the penis. Kurt pockets his phone away immediately as he pushes open the door to his Tap II class.
"Glad to see you made it in one piece," Sebastian remarks as he strides up to Kurt.
"I'm incredibly attuned to dicks," Kurt replies, sizing Sebastian up. "It wasn't that hard to find this one."
"Hardy har har," Sebastian replies.
He's not wearing flannel this time, Kurt notes. He has a dark maroon funnel neck hoodie on, and it hugs tight to his thin body. He's also wearing an unbuttoned black duffel coat, his hands shoved into the pockets for warmth.
"Where's Elliott?" Kurt asks, looking behind Sebastian to see if Elliott's bringing up the rear.
"He's meeting us outside Market Central."
"Huh?" Kurt asks as he follows Sebastian down the path.
"The name of the dining hall. You excited for the world's shittiest food?" Sebastian asks, turning slightly and looking at Kurt.
"Can't wait," Kurt replies sarcastically.
Kurt has class at ten in the morning the next day. Not just any class, but Ballet II, followed by a short yet efficient lunch break before he has to go to Voice & Speech class.
His alarm is set for eight in the morning. It's a Wednesday night. He should be in bed soon. He should at least be in the shower. He should not be playing video games in Sebastian's bed with Sebastian and Elliott.
Video games are not a part of the Plan. Dance classes and vocal lessons are.
What else isn't a part of the plan? Tequila shots. Kurt's only done two, but that's enough to do some damage.
Sebastian is dangerous, Kurt is just realizing. He possesses the snarky wit that really makes Kurt laugh. Somehow in the past few years Sebastian's lost his bite and is suddenly rather charming, if not overconfident. Kurt's loathe to admit that it took far less begging and pleading than it probably should have to convince him that spending his Wednesday night in Sebastian's single dorm room was a smart idea.
"No but I'm serious about this band," Elliott replies.
"So am I!" Kurt hollers back, throwing his controller on the bed beside him. He turns and faces Elliott, crossing his legs.
"Hey!" Sebastian says when he realizes that Kurt has effectively quit playing.
"My friend Blaine wants in on it, too. But he's in New York."
"I wanna move to New York!" Elliott screams, just as Sebastian turns to Kurt and asks, "You still talk to Blaine?"
"Me, too!" Kurt hollers back at Elliott. "That's a part of my Plan! You see, New York is my Plan. After Pittsburgh, that is. I wanna, I wanna move there, and act there. Pittsburgh is just a pit stop."
"Wait, you still talk to Blaine?" Sebastian asks again, nudging Kurt's side with his elbow.
"Of course I do," Kurt says, turning to Sebastian and shooting him a duh face. "He's my best friend."
"You guys aren't still together though, right?"
"Of course not. He's my best friend," Kurt says, shaking his head. "Anyway, Elliott, we should plan this. We should start rehearsing. What's your vocal range?"
The rest of the night goes as such, until Elliott gets tired and decides to start the long trek back to his house, citing that if he wants to catch a school bus to his street, then he has to leave now, or he'll be stuck making the half an hour walk uphill in twenty degree weather.
"I should grab a bus, too," Kurt says. He can thankfully take a city bus down the street to his campus. It lets him off right near his dorm, too. He gets off the bed and starts putting his coat on.
"Or you could stay," Sebastian says, trying to yank Kurt back onto the bed.
"Not likely," Kurt responds, lightly pushing Sebastian off. "But tomorrow night I'm going to Cruze," Kurt offers, citing the gay bar that is 18+ on Thursdays.
"I hate that place. So many teenagers and we can't even drink. It gets so packed."
"Suit yourself," Kurt replies. "Elliott, wanna come?"
"I'm in," Elliott says. "Any excuse to pull out the eyeliner and glitter."
"Fine," Sebastian relents hastily. "I'll come, I'll come." He puts his controller on the small table next to his bed and falls sideways onto his bed.
"Night, Bas," Elliott says, slapping him lightly and affectionately on the cheek. "See you tomorrow night, all dolled up."
"Not a chance in hell," Sebastian laughs, shooing Elliott away.
Parties and clubs are absolutely a part of the Plan. When he's a Broadway actor he expects to attend many social gatherings, galas, dinners, cast parties, and bar hops. His tolerance for alcohol has, thankfully, increased since he was sixteen years old, and he continues expanding it.
He's preparing himself for his future. If he learns how to handle his alcohol now, if he makes all of his alcohol related mistakes now as opposed to later, then he won't have to worry about making a fool of himself when he's a professional, working actor.
A list of mistakes he'd like to avoid in the future include throwing up in public places (happened once, on a sidewalk), blacking out in public (has thankfully never happened), sucking face with strangers (happens all the time, even when Kurt promises himself that it won't), getting so shitfaced that he slurs his words and can't walk (has happened a few times, most of which he has no recollection of), and getting so drunk that he thinks stripping and giving lapdances is appropriate (he's stopped counting how many times he's done this, especially since it happens when he's sober, too).
This is all a part of his Plan, though he admits that he regularly adds more things to the list. He also admits that there are a lot of things he'd like to avoid that are not a part of his Plan, that he just hasn't even thought of adding to his Plan. A list of do's and do not's.
One of the things that would totally be a part of his Plan, under the Do Not category, is making out with the grimy, flannel wearing, weasel faced Sebastian Smythe. But the idea of doing that was so far out of his mind that it wasn't even a notion, wasn't something that he even thought he had to add to his Do Not list. Similar things include smoking cigarettes, doing drugs, eating raw meat (unless it's a perfectly made ceviche), undergoing plastic surgery, and going on a reality show. All things he never wants to do, but so obviously so that he never needed to add them to his list.
However, now that Kurt is on the dance floor, drunk from pregaming with Sebastian, Elliott, and a few of Kurt's friends, and making out with Sebastian, he comes to the sudden realization that maybe it's a good thing that Sebastian was never on his Do Not list. Because Sebastian's lips are so fucking soft and moist, and they're bigger than they look. And he really knows what to do with his tongue. He's not nearly as possessive as Kurt might have thought he'd be-not that he'd ever thought about making out with Sebastian. See: Above, where the possibility of making out with Sebastian wasn't even a glimpse on his radar.
Kurt finds it very important to stick with his Plan, and follow his list of Do's and Do Not's. So he's incredibly relieved to know that he isn't breaking any rules here, and his Plan is still wholly intact.
"You're so hot," Sebastian murmurs, clearly drunk, as he detaches his lips from Kurt's and kisses his way down the column of Kurt's throat.
"Sebastian," Kurt moans, and it's a warning. Though he's not sure if he's warning Sebastian that this is a bad idea and that they should stop, or if he's warning Sebastian that if he doesn't attach his lips to Kurt's in the immediate future, that there will be hell to pay.
Either way it doesn't matter, because Sebastian sucks what has to be a bruising kiss onto the side of Kurt's neck, and Kurt's knees go week.
Kurt loves hickeys in every way except the physical evidence they leave. He has the most sensitive neck, so sensitive that if someone were sucking on his neck in just the right way, Kurt could very easily get off to it with little physical stimulation. Just a few strokes of his hand, a few grinding jolts, and Kurt's night could easily be ruined by an uncomfortable pair of underpants.
"Sebastian, s-s-s-top," Kurt whines, clutching Sebastian closer.
"Okay," Sebastian says, kissing his way back up to Kurt's lips. "I'll stop."
Sebastian does not, in fact, stop. Which is a good thing. Nay, great! Because stopping actually sounds like a bad idea now that Kurt thinks about it.
"We should go back," Sebastian whispers in Kurt's ears.
It's then that Kurt realizes that they are no longer in the middle of the dancefloor. That somehow they've managed to, while kissing, push their way through the crowds and off of the raised dancefloor and find an empty space against the wall in order to make out.
If Kurt were more sober-and less turned on-he'd be viciously red from the embarrassment of practically putting on a show for people. Of course, if he were more sober he'd realize how many other people were doing the same thing, and he'd probably stop caring anyway.
"Go back where?" Kurt asks, running his hands up and down Sebastian's sides.
"My dorm. Cause you have a roommate, and I don't."
"Okay," Kurt says quickly, leaning up and kissing Sebastian again.
Sebastian has a slight advantage when it comes to height; he doesn't tower over Kurt, but he does stand about an inch or two taller, depending on what shoes Kurt's wearing and how he's styled his hair. He's also thinner than Kurt. Where Kurt's muscles bulge out, Sebastian's remain slight and carved into his body. His face is long and angular, and it fits so perfectly between Kurt's shoulder and neck.
Sebastian's also very giving with his kisses, if this drunken make-out is anything to go by. He's not forceful or demanding, he doesn't insist on taking the lead. He lets Kurt take control whenever he wants, and he folds under Kurt's hands.
Kurt adjusts their positions quickly, turning Sebastian so he's the one against the wall, and so Kurt's leaning into him.
"Okay. I just have to tell my friends I'm leaving," Kurt replies, rubbing his hand over Sebastian's chest. He can feel the strength behind Sebastian, in his chest, in his thighs.
"I don't wanna take the bus," Sebastian says, trying to kiss Kurt's cheek but missing and ending up kissing the side of his nose. "Too cold. Takes too long. I'm gonna call an Uber. Go find your friends and meet me in the bathroom."
"The bathroom?" Kurt asks suspiciously. Because having sex in a bathroom is certainly a part of his Do Not list. Or at least it is now that it's been brought up.
"Easiest place to meet up. I don't want to wait outside and the rest of the club is packed. It'll be easier to find you there."
"Oh. Okay," Kurt says, nodding furiously. He leans in to give Sebastian one more kiss before pushing himself off the wall and turning around to find his friends.
Quickly he realizes how drunk he is, and he stumbles for a second, having to catch himself so he doesn't fall. He makes his way through the crowds searching for his friends, but it's futile, and he's too drunk and horny to keep trying. So instead he sends out a group text to his friends, Elliott excluded.
Im leavin c u later taken uber holmes
Then he walks to the bathroom to meet up with Sebastian.
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