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: 2,400 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: I love you guys. You're all awesome. Here's a new chapter. The end.
To Kurt:
Hey.
From Kurt:
Hi?
To Kurt:
I'm bored.
From Kurt:
Ok?
To Kurt:
Do you even know who this is?
From Kurt:
Yes, I do. I just don't know why you're messaging me.
To Kurt:
Because I'm bored.
From Kurt:
And I'm expected to do what about it exactly?
To Kurt:
I don't know.
When Kurt didn't reply back Sebastian sighed and threw his phone to the foot of his bed. What was he even doing? He didn't do this. Whatever 'this' even was. He didn't do texting and he especially didn't do waiting for texts. He didn't know what he'd been thinking, texting Kurt because he hadn't heard from him since their night out. Which had been two days ago.
He was slowly loosing his mind. He couldn't stop replaying Kurt leaning over in the car and kissing him in his head. He hated the way his lips still tingled when he thought about it.
From where it sat at the end of his bed, his phone beeped again.
From Kurt:
Blaine asked me about you, btw.
He tried to refrain from replying... and lasted about two minutes.
To Kurt:
What did you say?
From Kurt:
I told him who I spent time with wasn't his concern anymore.
From Kurt:
He seems to think you're going to break my heart.
Sebastian didn't bother replying to tell Kurt that given the chance, he probably would. It was the more cowardly option to change the subject, but he did it anyway.
To Kurt:
Haha. So... any big summer plans?
From Kurt:
Nope.
To Kurt:
In that case, want to go out tonight?
From Kurt:
Can't, I'm busy.
That time it wasn't so hard to refrain from replying. He tossed his phone back to the end of the bed and sighed. He needed to do something that didn't involve thinking about Kurt, waiting for Kurt, talking to Kurt… basically he needed something where Kurt wasn't involved whatsoever. Making a snap decision he grabbed his keys and wallet from his bedside table. He gave his phone a quick glance, but decided it was better left where it was. The last thing he wanted to do was drunk text Kurt.
'I'm going out.' He yelled out, to wherever his parents were in the house as he walked out the door.
He walked to Scandal's. He had every intention of getting so drunk he wouldn't remember a thing the next morning. He waved to the security guard at the door as he walked in.
Scandal's was busier than normal, and Sebastian had to actually weave through a bit of a crowd to get to the bar. When he finally got there, he did something he would normally never do.
He ordered a cocktail.
With double shots of everything in it.
He wasn't in the mood for playing around. Beer was his normal drink of choice, but over the years, his tolerance for alcohol had slowly been built and he knew it would take too much beer (and too long) for him to get as drunk as he wanted to be.
He drank it quickly, and ordered another while waiting for the first to set in.
'Well… aren't you a sight for sore eyes?'
At the sound of the voice Sebastian grinned and turned around.
'Kyle.'
'Sebastian Smythe, you're looking as good as ever.'
'I could say the same about you.' Sebastian let his eyes roam up and down Kyle's body, taking in his tight jeans that clung to his legs sinfully, and black muscle shirt that did nothing (thankfully) to hide his defined abs. He let a smirk take over his face.
'Come on,' Kyle grabbed his hand and pulled Sebastian towards the dance floor. He didn't protest for a second.
Kyle wasn't anybody.
Kyle probably wasn't even his real name. Sebastian wouldn't have been at all surprised to find out if that was so. He was just another semi-regular at Scandal's. Another incredibly gorgeous regular that was. They were as close to friends as strangers could ever be. Sebastian didn't know who Kyle was by day, what he did, or where he was from, and likewise, Kyle didn't know anything about him. It was probably better that way for the both of them.
Dancing with Kyle was just what he'd needed. Sebastian kept his hands firmly on Kyle's waist as he moved backwards into him, and while Kyle's body wasn't quite as smooth, and hard... it was warm, and it was up against his, and it did feel good.
Kyle turned around so he was facing Sebastian, the movement made his shirt shift, and suddenly Sebastian was gripping the bare skin of his hips. They ground up against each other, the movement quickly becoming less about dancing in time with the beat and more about the pleasure they were getting out of it. Kyle wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck and leant close to his ear.
'I think this is the part where we move it to the bathroom.'
Sebastian didn't say a word, he grabbed one of Kyle wrists and weaved through the crowd.
The disabled toilet was empty, and Sebastian quickly opened the door and pulled Kyle in behind him. As soon as he locked the door, he was pushed up against it. A tongue quickly worked its way into his mouth, hands were running up and down his body.
'God Seb, you are so hot.' Kyle hissed as he broke their kiss and started working his way down Sebastian's neck.
'Don't talk.' Sebastian gasped, grabbing Kyle and bringing his mouth back to his.
Kyle's voice wasn't what he wanted to hear. It wasn't soft enough, it was too... rough and gravelly and he didn't know when that stopped being a turn on and started being a turn off, but in that moment it was.
'Just one que-'
'What?' Sebastian growled out, suddenly annoyed Kyle was still talking.
Kyle leant up to his ear. 'Let me blow you.'
'God, you don't need to ask.' Sebastian groaned. He let his head fall back against the door as he felt Kyle's hands tease the skin at his hips, before finally undoing the fly on his pants
Sebastian shut his eyes. With them shut, he could picture soft chestnut hair (it would be undone and messy from his hands running through it, of course) smooth pale skin, his cheeks flushed and bright red, and blue/green eyes alight with desire and passion. It would be those soft pink lips wrapping around him and...
'God, Kurt.' he moaned.
Less than a fraction of a moment later the lips were gone and Sebastian opened his eyes in confusion. Disappointment coursed through him as he saw blonde hair and brown eyes. Kyle.
'What?' Sebastian asked. 'Why did you stop?'
'Who's Kurt?'
'Kurt? How do you...' he stopped. He didn't even need to ask for confirmation. He'd said it out loud. Not just said, but moaned. He'd moanedKurt's name while another guy was giving him head.
Oh god.
'He must be good if you're still saying his name. I think I'd like to meet this Kurt guy.'
'No!' he exclaimed before he could stop himself. 'I just mean that's Kurt's not... he doesn't...'
'You haven't slept with him yet.' Kyle said with a smirk. 'Wow. Do you actually like this guy?'
'No. Of course not.'
'Oh my god, you do.' Kyle grinned. He was now standing up, while Sebastian pulled his pants back up, the mood suddenly more than killed. 'I thought you didn't do feelings'
'I don't.'
'This Kurt guy sure must be something. Now I'd really like to meet him.'
'I don't, it's... stop making assumptions about things you don't know anything about.'
'Ok Seb. I'm going to go back out there,' Kyle pointed at the door, presumably meaning the dance floor. 'And find someone who, you know, wants to actually screw me, not shut his eyes and pretend I'm someone else. And you are going to go to this Kurt guy's house and tell him how you feel.'
'I am no where near drunk enough to do that.'
'Yes you are.'
'So... I'm not getting anything from you tonight?'
'Nope. You need to find your precious Kurt for that.'
'I hate you.' Sebastian glared at him, before unlocking the door and leaving without a backwards glance.
x x x
Thirty minutes of walking later and Sebastian found himself standing outside the Hummel-Hudson household. He was sure he was still little drunk, but the cold air seemed to have sobered him up a bit.
Enough at least for him to realise that this was not a good idea. Not at all. It was an awful idea. The worst he'd ever had.
What was he doing here?
The house was quiet, not a single light remained on, and he wasn't about to go knocking on the door.
And clearly he wasn't as sober as he thought he might have been because he found himself walking around the side of the house, before reaching the backyard. The house was two storeys, and from this side, there were three windows on the second floor. They were all identical and dark and there was no way to know which one was Kurt's.
With a sigh he dropped to the ground, sat on the grass and stared up at the windows. The ground was damp, and cold and horribly awful to sit on, only adding to his misery.
If only he'd walked away from Scandal's that night instead of talking to Kurt.
If only indeed...
He leant back, his muscles still ached from walking all the way here and he had no desire to find his way back to his own house yet. As he did, his hand came in contact with something cold and hard. He looked to see a small rock on the ground.
It might have been juvenile and stupid, but he couldn't help it. He picked the middle window, for no other reason than just... because, and threw it.
He waited.
Nothing happened.
He ventured to the small garden by the back door and managed to find several other small rocks. He threw them all in quick succession.
Then a light came on and he grinned.
Until he saw a shadow of a person walking towards the window and he realised it wasn't Kurt. In a panic he froze, unable to move. His brain couldn't even think quickly enough to come up with a half decent cover story. Then the window opened.
It was Finn Hudson, and Sebastian sighed in relief. At least it wasn't Kurt's dad.
'Dude, what the hell?'
'Um... is Kurt home?'
'Yes. Why?'
'Uh...'
'Wait, aren't you that kid who blinded Blaine?'
'Nearly blinded, actually.'
'So, why are you here?'
'To see Kurt.'
'This is a weird dream.'
'Some people are trying to sleep.'
Both Sebastian and Finn were startled by the new voice, Sebastian hadn't noticed a light turn on at the window on the left. Kurt was now sticking his head out the window.
'Sebastian, what the hell are you doing here?'
'Can I come in?'
'Uh, Burt said no sleepovers.' Finn said.
'Finn, go back to sleep.'
'Alright, whatever.' He disappeared from the window, moments later the light was off and it was just him and Kurt.
'What about me?' Sebastian asked.
'I'll be down in a second.' Kurt shut the window and disappeared. Sebastian waited anxiously for what felt like forever, but was probably only about a minute before Kurt was appearing at the back door.
Sebastian quickly followed him into the kitchen.
'Alright, what the hell?' Kurt asked.
'What?'
'Why are you here?'
'Um...'
'Are you drunk?'
'Little bit.'
Kurt sighed and walked over to a cupboard. Sebastian watched him as he pulled out a glass and filled it with water.
'Drink.'
He did.
'So... why are you here?'
'I don't know.' he said.
Kurt raised his eyebrows.
'No, really, I don't! I was at Scandal's, having a good time, a really good time,' he grinned, remembering the way Kyle had moved up against him. 'And then... well, now I'm here.'
'Why do I get the feeling you left out the important part of that story?'
'I left out the part your blushing virgin ears don't want to hear.' he said.
'Right, so somehow sex with a random guy ended with you coming here?'
'No. It wasn't sex. And it wasn't that random of a guy. I kind of know him.' He watched Kurt carefully, but the boy's face remained completely neutral. He was frustrated, because he'd somehow hoped Kurt would maybe be... jealous? But he wasn't. Or he didn't seem to be anyway, and it was annoying.
'I'm still confused about why that means you're here though.'
'Ok, whatever.' Sebastian stood up. 'I maybe kind of like you? Or maybe it's just because you wear these stupid jeans that makes your ass all... just... ugh, and does it really matter which it is at this point? The only thing I'm sure of is that I missed out on what was going to be an awesome blowjob tonight because I stupidly said your name. And now I'm here.'
Kurt was quiet for a moment. His eyes were wide as his sleep addled brain slowly took in what Sebastian had said.
'I... that still doesn't answer-'
'For fucks sake I know! I toldyou, I don't know why I'm here. I just am.'
'Ok.' Kurt said.
'Ok? That's it? That's all you have to say?'
'I don't know what I'm supposed to say!' Kurt exclaimed. 'You're not exactly making sense right now. Am I supposed to be flattered you said my name while you were with another guy? Because I don't know if I am.'
'I don't know either.'
'Well… what do you want from me?'
'I don't know!' Sebastian exclaimed. 'I don't know what I want from you.'
'Well maybe you should figure it out before showing up here, drunk, at one am.'
'Probably.'
'Ok... um, since you're still a bit drunk I don't think you should be driving yet,' Kurt said practically.
'Oh, I didn't drive here.'
'Then…?'
'I walked.'
Kurt jaw dropped open. 'Walked? You walked here? From Scandal's?'
'Yes?'
'Oh my god. You're an idiot.'
'Can I at least be your idiot?' The damn alcohol was still talking and it was starting to piss him off.
'Come with me, I'll get you something to sleep in, and you can take the couch for the night. We'll talk in the morning when you're a little more with it.'
'Technically it is morning.'
Kurt rolled his eyes. 'We'll talk when the sun is also up.'
'Ok, ok.' He relented. Truthfully, Sebastian wasn't too sure if he'd be willing to have any conversation in the morning, when he was going to be undoubtedly hung over.
