Title: Causing A Scene

Rating: M (fairly mild M though)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing… if those things are considered warnings.

Word count: 2,300 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:Just want to thank you. Again. Because well, you're all awesome. We're coming up to the end of the fic (this isn't the last chapter, but there's only one or two more)… it was always intended to be short, I needed it to be short so I could prove to myself that I could finish a multi-chapter fic. However, it will be left in such a way that I'll probably write other add-on fics to this 'verse in the future.


Sebastian followed Kurt up to his room, and walking into it was strange. Kurt's room was nothing like he'd expected, and at the same time it was so completely… well, Kurt. His let his eyes roam around the place, from the messy bed, to the photo frames sitting on the bookcase (there were a couple of Kurt and his dad, some of the New Directions… none of Kurt and Blaine, though there was a large gap between two group photo's of Kurt's glee club that Sebastian suspected may have once belonged to a photo of 'Klaine').

'Here,' Kurt quickly tossed him a pile of clothes, and Sebastian only just managed to catch them. 'You can wear these, and get changed in there.' He pointed to the small bathroom connected to the bedroom.

Sebastian smirked. 'I'm happy to get changed out here.'

'Right, do whatever you want then, I'm going to go and set up the couch.'

Sebastian shrugged and stripped off his shirt quickly, before Kurt had a chance to move anywhere. He watched as Kurt stood in the doorway, frozen, with his eyes glued to his chest.

'Like something you see?' He asked with a wink.

'I…' Kurt swallowed. 'I'm going to go and set up the couch.'

'Ok.' Sebastian said, waiting until Kurt was completely out of sight before he put the shirt Kurt had given him on.

Kurt's clothes fit him weirdly. They were slightly too short in length, but slightly too loose around his hips and shoulders, because Kurt was just a fraction broader than him. Still, they were soft, and warm, and smelt exactly like Kurt.

None of those things should have made him feel the way they did. Drunk or not.

He tried to push it all away as he stumbled his way down the stairs and to the living room, where Kurt had finished setting up the couch.

'Ok, you're all set.' Kurt said.

Sebastian stood there, smiling at him.

'Uh, ok, well… good night?' Kurt tried.

'Good night.'

Sebastian lay awake on the Hummel's couch for a long time after Kurt retreated back up the stairs. He could feel the affects of the alcohol slowly wearing off, and the fog in his mind started to clear. As it did he realised what he'd done. He'd walked for nearly an hour late at night just to see Kurt. Just to…

What was it that Kyle had said?

Tell him how he feels.

Right.

To tell Kurt how he felt, he'd have to figure it out exactly what it was he was feeling first.

x x x

There was a sudden heavy pressure put top of Sebastian's thighs. It startled him awake and he groaned.

'Argh!' There was a loud shout. 'Why is the couch making noise?'

'Because there's a person on it.' Sebastian groaned, as he squinted against the bright sunlight coming in through the window.

'Who are you?' Finn asked.

Sebastian pulled the blanket he had up over his head. His head was pounding something fierce and his entire body was aching.

'Nobody.' He muttered.

'Should I be calling the cops? Why are you in our house?'

'Go away.'

'I'll uh… be right back…'

Sebastian heard footsteps fading away. He squeezed his eyes shut and curled up on his side.

'Kurt! There's a person in our living room.' Sebastian heard Finn Hudson yelling from someplace else in the house.

'It's just Sebastian.' Kurt's voice was fainter, and Sebastian wasn't familiar enough with the house he was in to guess where it had come from. He just wanted the loud noises to stop… along with the pounding in his head.

x x x

'Bas… Bas… Sebastian.'

There was a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. His head still hurt, and his body still ached. He groaned.

'Go away.'

'It's one pm.'

'Don't care.' He muttered and buried himself deeper into the couch.

'My dad will be home in two hours.'

'Go away.' He tried again with a little more force.

There was a sigh, and Sebastian nearly sighed in relief himself. He just wanted to sleep his pain away. And then…

'Ow.' He moaned as a solid weight landed on him.

'Get up.' The voice was quiet in his ear.

'Get off me.' He tried, feebly, to shove the weight off himself.

'Only if you get up.'

'No.'

'I have pain killers.'

'Not moving.'

'Sebastian.'

Sebastian shifted so he was lying on his back. The movement made Kurt's body land more heavily on him so he was lying nearly completely on top of him.

'Kurt.' He said, managing a wink. 'If you want to be on top of me all you have to do is ask. There's no need to force yourself on me.'

Kurt blushed ever so slightly and put a hand on a space of empty couch and pushed himself up a little.

'How's the hang over?' He asked, completely ignoring Sebastian's comment.

'There's a herd of hippo's in my skull still partying hard.'

Kurt grinned and held up a small bottle of pills, shaking them. 'These will do the trick.'

'Gimme.'

'Not until you get up.'

'Ok, ok.' He used what little energy he could muster to push himself up, in the new position, Kurt was in his lap.

The two boys stared at each other. In that moment Sebastian had to wonder if Kurt's eyes had always been a mix of blue, green and grey, if they'd always been so intense, they'd always… made his heart beat a little bit faster. He had to push all of it aside. He was Sebastian Smythe. He didn't do the blushing school girl thing.

'I'm up. Pain killers now?' He asked. He reached out to grab the container off Kurt. But Kurt quick jumped up, off him, and gave him a wicked grin.

'You're going to have to work for them Smythe.'

'Did you intern with Satan?' Sebastian asked.

'Don't you remember?' Kurt asked. 'You were right there with me.'

'Cute.' Sebastian said.

'You're still going to have to get up to get rid of your headache.'

'I hate you.'

Kurt disappeared into the Kitchen and Sebastian groaned. The herd of hippo's quip he'd made earlier hadn't been much of an exaggeration at all. He managed, by some miracle, to get up and make his way into the kitchen.

Sitting on the table was a large glass of water, and two aspirin pills sitting beside it. Sebastian didn't hesitate for a second in throwing the pills into his mouth and swallowing them in a huge gulp of water. He silently prayed it would work soon. After that, he took a moment to take in the fact that Kurt was busily making pancakes. He smirked, it was too much to resist.

'I don't usually stay for breakfast, but for you sweetheart, I'll make an exception.'

Kurt turned around, his face a little more flushed than it usually was.

'You only get them if you agree to talk.'

'About…'

'Seriously?' Kurt asked with one perfectly arched eyebrow.

'You really did intern Satan didn't you?' Sebastian asked. 'First, I don't get aspirin until I actually get up, even though I feel like hell,'

'And who's fault is that?' Kurt muttered under his breath. Sebastian ignored him.

'Now I don't get food unless we have a deep and meaningful? You are mean.'

'I just think… that since it was my house you came to, at two am in the morning, drunk, and saying that you… saying things like you were… that I have a right to know why.'

'Saying what?' Sebastian asked. 'What did I say?' He thought he remembered the things he'd said. Stupid things, he wouldn't have normally revealed if he wasn't under the influence of alcohol… but still… he didn't remember saying anything that would make Kurt go so red, and so thoroughly avoiding eye contact.

'Nothing.' Kurt muttered.

'You're the one who wants to talk about it. So, get talking.'

'You said you liked me.' Kurt said, placing a plate of pancakes in front of Sebastian. 'You said it was that or… the way my ass looks in my jeans.'

Oh… Sebastian did vaguely remember saying that. He'd just been hoping that was a dream, and not something that… he'd actually done.

'Your ass is killer though.' He admitted. Figuring that… well, there was no going back now. He might as well have been honest. 'And your legs. Surely you know that.'

'Uh, no.'

'No you don't know, or no they're not?'

'Both?' Kurt questioned. 'What the hell Sebastian? You're the one always saying I look like a girl.'

'No. No I say you dress like a girl. Which you do. You're all man though. Those jeans you wear don't hide a thing.'

Kurt placed the left over pancakes on the table and sat down opposite Sebastian. His face was flaming red.

'And um… do you, um, like me?'

Sebastian grimaced. This was what he'd been hoping to avoid. Because he didn't do this. Not with people like Kurt Hummel anyway. He did quick hook ups. Get what you want and get out. And he wasn't opposed to a bit of a game of chasing either. But even then… the environment was safe. Boys knew what he wanted from them, they just wanted to believe it was something else; they wanted to feel like they were wanted.

Kurt was…

Kurt was the kind who was all or nothing. He didn't want the kind of guy who just wanted in his pants. He's the kind of guy who needs you to love him. Like, really love him.

And that wasn't Sebastian.

But Kurt was also the kind of guy who had some kind of gravitational force that kept pulling Sebastian to him. And it was starting to feel like there was nothing he could really do about it.

'I…' He started. 'Do you like me?'

'I'm asking first.' Kurt said firmly.

'I like your ass.'

'So you've said.'

'What would actually happen if I said I did though?'

Kurt sighed. 'I don't know.'

'I'm not a relationship kind of guy.' Sebastian said. 'And I know you're not a one night kind of guy.'

Kurt let out a short laugh. 'No, I'm not really.'

'So… I should just go now.' Sebastian said, standing up. 'I um… thanks for letting me crash the night. And um, you were a lot more fun to hang out with than I thought so, yeah… thank you.' He said.

Kurt didn't move. He didn't say anything and as Sebastian walked out of the room he couldn't help but feel a bitter disappointment that Kurt didn't speak up. That he didn't call him back, and ask him to change his mind. He picked up the clothes he'd been wearing last night and tried to look for an appropriate place to get changed. He didn't know where there was a bathroom downstairs so he walked up the stairs to Kurt's room to get changed.

He was scrolling through his contacts list to see who would be available to pick him up somewhere along his way home, when just before he was about to walk out the Hummel's front door there was a shout.

'Sebastian, wait!'

Kurt's hand closed around his on the doorknob.

'Wait.' He said again.

Sebastian turned to see Kurt standing right up next to him, they were chest to chest almost touching and Kurt's eyes were bright and alive with… something…

'What if… what if we met each other half way?' Kurt asked.

'What?' Sebastian was aware he sounded like a idiot as he breathlessly asked the question, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

'Come August I'm going to find my way to New York… I don't know how yet. But I'm going to get there. That's two months. What if we just… for two months. Because I like you. I don't know why. God, I have no idea why, you're rude and arrogant, and you've tried repeatedly to hurt people I'm close to. But you apparently are also fun to be around and what I need right now is someone who can just make me forget everything. Even if it's just temporary, I just… would like that. So… what do you say?'

'I… I'm going to Paris in July.'

'Oh.'

Sebastian watched as Kurt carefully put a wall up. His eyes that moments ago had just been alight with emotion dimmed, became cold, hard and emotionless and Sebastian was so screwed, because it hit him straight in heart in such a painful way.

'So the best I can offer you is until then.'

'Oh?' And just as quickly as it was built the wall broke down a little. Just a little.

'Actually… the best I can offer is to just not… hook up with other guys. I don't want, I mean, I don't want us to be boyfriends. But I also wouldn't hate spending more time with you, and, being allowed to kiss you when I want to… until July at least.'

Kurt smiled. 'Until July then.'

Kurt then leant forward up on his toes until his lips brushed against Sebastian's. Sebastian sighed as the world around him felt like it was falling into place then and there as he curled his hand around the back of Kurt's neck, bringing him closer and deepening the kiss. It was far less chaste than their first kiss as their lips moved against each other and tongue's explored the other's mouths. To Sebastian Kurt tasted of coffee, and syrup and strawberries and he couldn't seem to get enough.

Eventually they parted, breathing heavily. Both wore identical expressions of awe and shock.

'Last night… didn't you say you walked here?' Kurt asked.

'Yeah.'

'Then I should probably be a good, um, friend… and give a lift home.'