The Pursuit of Kurtness

Author: GleekShip

Pairing: Kurtbastian!One-sided, Kadam!Background

Prompt: A kurtbastian fic from Bas's POV set during S4, when he sees the NewYork!Kurt for the first time. Lets face it, S4 Kurt was probably the hottest thing on the whole damn show,(Chris's stunning physique and fewer layers) I want to see how Seb would react to this new confident, strong version of kurt. It would be great if you could put in est. Kadam. I just want Sebastian to regret chasing the wrong half of klaine.

Rating: PG-13ish for Sebastian's thoughts

The Pursuit of Kurtness

Sebastian grins as he walks down the streets of New York. After being forced to live in a small town in Ohio, apart from the summer visits to France, it felt nice to be around a fast-placed location. The better part to that was that there was a larger selection of fish to choose from to lure back to his brand-new bachelor pad. With his new designer clothes and his million dollar smile, he set out to explore the various sub-divisions of New York: Bushwick.

With a glance around the place he quickly saw that there were plenty of artistic people about; guys that were willing for a one night stand and would be relaxed with that. This was his target area. He'd worry about the snobbish uptight prudes in the area around his apartment as soon as he starts a name for himself in this district.

He jumps onto the next sidewalk in a fluid motion as he aims himself towards the nearby Starbucks; it's the perfect place to sit by someone, start up a conversation, and drag them back to their crappy apartment and make their heads spin. He glances into the window and smirks at the full establishment, meaning that he'll be able to sit extra close to some lucky guy. When his gaze returns to the sidewalk, he gets an eye full of guy.

His gaze moves up those tight brown jeans to a round backside that he can just imagine digging his claws and teeth into. His eyes flick up to those strong and broad shoulders, imagining how great they'd look under his grip. The only thing that he's not crazy about is the beanie that sits snugly upon the mop of hair, but he's willing to get over that when the person turns and he sees that sculpted face.

He can feel his cock getting half-hard in his jeans as he approaches the guy. Much to his delight, the guy too is heading into the Starbucks. He quickens his pace so he catches the door before it even shuts. Once inside, a thrill shoots down his spine as he hears a British accent come from the boy as he states, "Excuse me." to a customer. If there was one thing that you could label as kinky in his book, it was a British accent: the ultimate turn-on.

He's about to go brush against the boy and claim that it was an accident, but he stops when he sees another boy approaches the British hunk: Kurt Hummel. The boy was no longer the gay-faced boy that he had met over a year ago, but a super-model instead. He gulps as his eyes reluctantly move up the mile-high legs with the jeans the no one should be able to wear with comfort. His gaze remains on Kurt's firm and round butt for the longest before it's twirled out of view by the British god giving him a hug. He suppresses a growl at the Brit for removing his wank material from view, but he keeps moving on to observe Kurt.

Thank god the boy doesn't where dozens of sweaters anymore because now he can see the chiseled slim body of Kurt. With only a light jacket and a white t-shirt that stretched itself out on the muscles, Sebastian found himself eager to make that boy his friend with benefits. Even if Kurt's body wasn't enough to tempt any man, gay or not, his lips and mesmerizing eyes would be enough.

Sebastian licks his lips as he starts walking along to keep up with the boys as they move to their table at the back of the large coffee shop. He calls himself an idiot so many times for not pursuing that fine piece of meat. Now his chances of getting any are slimmer than they were in high school when the boy had confidence issues. Now, watching the boy laugh, smile, guiding the Brit, and even pulling the Brit in for a rough, but quick, kiss; the boy was much stronger and he'd have no chance with the way that he moves from bed to bed.

He suddenly frowns, upset with himself for not pursuing. He had to go with the boy that just wanted attention, not physical intimacy. He went with the boy that was oblivious to every innuendo and dirty joke sent his way.

He had wasted months pursuing Anderson and it had left him with nothing but a boy who came to early when he played rebound after Kurt broke things off with him. What a waste of his time and perfectly good sheets.

He sighs before turning away, the regret for chasing the wrong man suddenly settling heavy on his heart. He makes his way to the counter, suddenly losing his libido for the day. He's still him, but he's going to hold off on christening New York for a day or two. Maybe that will give him time to think about how to pursue the right guy the next time.

I loved writing this. It fueled my inner Kurtbastian just a bit more than usual. :)