Title: Causing A Scene

Rating: M (fairly mild M though)

Warnings: Lot's of drinking alcohol with a fairly casual attitude towards it. And a bit of swearing for this part.

Word count: 1,700 for this part.

Summary: One night Kurt Hummel walks through the door at Scandal's. And that's the moment everything changed for Sebastian Smythe.

A/N: It still stands that if you're someone reading this fic that you're someone I like, a lot. So thank you. I'd love to hear from more of you though ;) so don't be afraid to review. Sorry that this chapter is a little late. Life and stuff you know… I hope you enjoy the chapter :)


'How about one dance?'

Kurt flicked his eyes up from his drink and looked at hazel eyes through his lashes, carefully examining the man standing in front of him. He gave a slow, coy smile.

'Just the one. Ok?'

'Ok.'

Sebastian clenched his fist as the man took Kurt's arm and lead him out to the dance floor. He didn't know what was happening. This was the third time Kurt had been hit on. Third. As in, after being in the bar for fifteen minutes, Kurt Hummel had already been hit on three times.

And Sebastian none.

His stomach tightened as he watched the man grind up against Hummel. It made him feel sick. Couldn't the dickhead see that Kurt was clearly underage? Hadn't he heard of a thing called fake IDs? It was so inappropriate the way he was gripping Kurt's hips, and pressing up against him from behind. Kurt had his eyes close, mouth slightly open as he tried to catch his breath.

Sebastian had to look away. He stared at the empty seat Kurt had been sitting in just before.

Coming here had been such a bad idea.

Two songs later, Kurt returned, flushed red with a bright grin on his face. He completely missed the scowl etched into Sebastian's features as he sat back down and picked his drink up again.

'What the hell are you doing?' Sebastian snatched the drink out of his hand.

'Um, what?'

'You don't leave a drink unattended.'

'I didn't.' Kurt frowned. 'I left it with you.'

'And did you pay any attention to whether or not I actually sat here watching your drink while you were gone?'

'Well, no, but…'

'But nothing. Anyone could have come up and put anything in this drink.' He said placing it back down on the table.

'Ok, I'll just get a new one.'

Sebastian shook his head. 'No, you can drink that one, it's fine.'

'But you just said that-

'I said it could have happened. Fortunately for you I've been here the whole time and would have noticed. Just… you need to be more careful. You scream innocence and it can be heard from miles away. Not everyone is a good person Kurt. Some people feed off that stuff.'

'O… k…' Kurt raised his eyebrows as he took his drink back.

After Sebastian had to glare at yet another guy who started to approach the two of them (the man got the sense to retreat and find someone else to hit on), Sebastian turned to Kurt with a smirk.

'I never did convince you to dance with me.'

'What?'

'At Scandals the other week.'

'Oh.'

'So… how about it?'

Kurt didn't answer straight away, and for a moment Sebastian was sure he was going to say no. He instantly tried to squash the sinking feeling in his chest at that thought. But then Kurt shrugged and finished off his drink before standing up.

'Alright, let's get it over with.'

'Don't make it sound like such a chore.' Sebastian stood up and leant close to Kurt's ear. 'You know I have moves.' He took just a short moment to revel in the way he felt Kurt's body shudder, just millimetres away from his.

He pulled Kurt out to the dance floor and placed his hands on Kurt's waist, pulling him close. Sebastian hadn't expected Kurt to feel so warm against him. As Kurt moved closer to him, it became increasingly obvious to Sebastian that Kurt's body was nothing like he'd expected it to be. Kurt was solid, and strong, he was clearly much fitter and more muscular under the thousands of layers than Sebastian had predicted. He tensed up a little as Kurt moved even closer, their hips bumped against each other as they danced.

They stayed on the dance floor for three songs (Sebastian just wanted to make sure he got one over on Flirty McCreepy-Pants from before). It was mostly completely innocent, clutching at each others waists, their bodies occasionally pressing against each other as they both moved in time to the beat. Kurt firmly avoided eye contact the entire time, while Sebastian couldn't seem to look away. The red flush on his cheeks, the way his eyes were wide, and alive from the adrenaline and alcohol pumping through his system, the smile that did not leave his face for a second… it was truly a sight, and Sebastian was hypnotised by it.

Finally Kurt stopped and stood still, his breath much faster than normal, and for the first time since leaving their table met Sebastian's eyes and his smile vanished.

'We ah… we should get going, it's late.'

'Yeah, I think that's a good idea.'

Kurt raised an eyebrow. 'Really? No 'but the night is still young' or 'I haven't hooked up with anyone yet'?'

'Did you have a good time tonight?' Sebastian asked.

Kurt looked down to the ground for a moment before looking back up at Sebastian with a small smile on his face. 'Yeah, I did.'

'Then, mission accomplished. We can go.'

'Ok.'

Sebastian found himself, once again, wrapping an arm around Kurt as they walked out of the bar. As they were walking down the street back to his car, Sebastian noticed two figures lost in their own conversation walking towards them, and recognised them immediately; there was no mistaking who that short frame belonged to. He was in the middle of looking for an escape route so they could avoid the couple (and maybe so Kurt didn't have to see them) when he felt Kurt tense up under his arm.

'Don't worry about them.' He said quickly.

'I told you I have the worst luck in the world.' He muttered.

'I don't think they've seen us yet.' And truly, the couple approaching were far too occupied by each other. 'Plan A, or B, take your pick.'

'What?'

'A or B, I'm guessing you have about five seconds to pick.'

'What does each entail?'

'You're just going to have to guess.'

Kurt rolled his eyes. 'You're ridiculous. Ok, plan B then.'

Instantly Sebastian's arm tightened around him, so it was sitting firmly on Kurt's waist, his hand sitting against his hip.

'Lean into me.' He whispered.

'What? Why?'

'Just do it?'

Kurt pressed his body into Sebastian's side, and let his arm hang loosely around him.

As soon as the couple approaching were within earshot Sebastian put a grin on his face.

'I had such a good time tonight, babe.'

He watched as the shorter of the two looked up in their direction.

'It's just a shame we didn't do this sooner.'

Blaine faltered.

Sebastian could feel Kurt get tenser beside him and gently rubbed his side, in what he hoped was a soothing manner.

'Kurt?' Blaine asked. 'Sebastian?'

'Oh,' Sebastian stopped, bringing Kurt to halt as well. 'Blaine, I didn't see you there.'

'What are- I mean, what are you two doing together?'

'Blaine, babe, I think they're on a date.' Nathan said.

'Well, that's what it looks like, but Kurt knows better than to date this guy.' Blaine said. 'Kurt, what's going on?'

'Nothing, ok?' Kurt detached himself from Sebastian, who did everything in his power to stop himself from reaching out and pulling Kurt back to him. 'Nothing's going on. We just… kind of stumbled across each other tonight. That's all.'

'And if you'll excuse us,' this time Sebastian did put his arm around Kurt again. 'We were heading off. So… goodnight.'

'Kurt…'

'I'll um, I'll see you later Blaine.' Kurt said quietly. 'Sebastian's my ride home.'

'Right… um, bye.'

Sebastian steered Kurt away from the couple, making sure to turn back at the last moment to give Blaine a smug smirk that went completely past Kurt.

As soon as they were back in Sebastian's car and Blaine and Nathan were well out of ear shot, Kurt shoved him, hard.

'That was your grand plan. That?'

'Hey, you chose plan B.'

'If that was your plan B, then what the hell was your plan A?'

'Um… shove you up against the nearest car and make out with you until they were gone.'

'Oh my God.' Kurt groaned, slumping into the seat.

'What? At least plan A didn't require any improvisation, that's why it was plan A. Good going there by the way… not. I think Blaine would have sooner believed that we were on a date than we just 'stumbled across each other'.'

'But that's what did happen. We did stumble across each other tonight. It was the truth and it's far more believable than me being on a date with you. Blaine's not an idiot.'

'So… you weren't at Scandal's hoping I would show up?'

'No, I…' Kurt faltered and stopped. 'No.' he said firmly.

'Right. Whatever.' Sebastian smirked. He turned on the ignition. 'And… for the record, Blaine is a little bit of an idiot.'

He glanced at Kurt just in time to see a small smirk grace his face. 'Maybe sometimes.'

'Kurt…'

'Okay, oftentimes.'

'That's more like it.'

Sebastian put the car into drive and headed back to Lima. Kurt directed him to his house, where he parked just in front of the driveway. Kurt unlocked his seatbelt and paused for a moment.

'Um, I wanted to say, uh, thanks, I guess, for tonight.'

'You're welcome.' Sebastian gave him a rare, genuine smile.

'I still have no idea what possessed you to take me out, but, it was nice.'

'Except for Flirty McCreepy-Pants.' He muttered.

'What?'

'Nothing. I… I'm actually glad you enjoyed yourself.'

Kurt smiled, he reached out and placed his hand at the back of Sebastian's head and pulled him forward.

'What…'

Sebastian was cut off when Kurt's lips met his briefly in a short kiss. It lasted only a few seconds before Kurt pulled back.

'Um…' Sebastian faltered, unable to think of anything beyond the feeling of Kurt's lips on his. He'd kissed more than his fair share of boys. But not a single one of them had ever left his lips tingling quite like that.

'I saw you glaring at 'Flirty McCreepy-Pants.' Kurt said.

'I wasn't…'

'And if I'd known what the options actually were, I probably would have gone with A.'

With that he slipped out of the car and Sebastian watched him walk up the driveway and in the front door. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. But when he exhaled, and opened them nothing had changed.

He was completely and utterly screwed.

And not in the good way.