Chapter 13: You're Mine
Author's Note: I wrote this chapter in response to a prompt from KlaineDrarryMerthur.
Puck glanced around the room. No one was paying any attention to them. "Talk."
"Our friend Smythe has a problem." Nigel opened his hand and spilled four pills on to the bar. "I think we should help him. Maybe, he can sleep off the obnoxious."
Puck looked at the four little white capsules, and a grin spread over his face. "No problem, dude." He scooped up the pills and put them in his pocket.
"You're O.K. with this?"
"Look, it's been very entertaining, watching the Princess shoot this guy down but..." Puck looked across the room. Quinn, Kurt, Blaine and Sebastian were standing by the fireplace, talking.
Nigel turned to see what had distracted the McKinley stud. They both frowned as they saw Sebastian trail a hand down Kurt's back. Kurt shook the hand off, gave Smythe a disgusted look, and moved to stand between Quinn and Blaine.
"What's with this guy?" Puck was pissed. "No one touches Kurt unless he wants them to."
Nigel nodded. "Exactly!"
Sebastian wandered into the dining room. He picked up a plate and walked around the table, apparently trying to decide what to eat. But he wasn't thinking about food, he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. This whole evening was off, no one was reacting the way they should. Not Blaine, not these public school kids, not Kurt…especially, not Kurt. Sebastian didn't get it. These kids were polite enough but they didn't hang on his every word. Thanks to his family's prominence, Sebastian was used to being treated with a certain amount of deference. These kids didn't know who his father was, and they didn't care.
Now, for the first time, it occurred to Sebastian that perhaps his popularity was predicated on his father's influence, and not his own winning personality. He shook his head, trying to shake off the sudden implosion of self-doubt. I need a drink!
Sebastian waited until the kid in the wheelchair grabbed his drink and wheeled away talking to a blonde. Sebastian tapped the pretend bar, and smiled at the kid with the muscles and the Mohawk. Kurt had introduced them earlier, but he hadn't bothered to pay attention.
Puck picked up a liquor bottle. "Same again?"
"Sure" Sebastian watched as Puck mixed the drink.
"So, you've been friends with Blaine for a long time?" Puck already knew the answer to that, but he wanted to distract Smythe.
"No. I just met Blaine yesterday. My parents are staying with his family this weekend." Sebastian turned and looked around the room. Blaine and some black girl, and that Latina chick who had called him a twink were sharing a mike. Most of the other kids were either dancing or singing along. Sebastian looked for Kurt.
While Smythe scanned the room, Puck dropped the pills into his drink. "Kurt's in the kitchen with Rachel." Sebastian turned back to Puck. "They care about the food." Puck handed Sebastian his drink. "Me, I'm good with the booze."
"You've known Kurt for a long time?" Sebastian was curious about the relationship between this guy and Kurt.
Puck shrugged. "I've known the Princess since grade school, but we've only been friends since I joined Glee Club."
"You know, they say that straight guys who have gay friends aren't really straight." For some reason, Sebastian wanted to rattle this guy.
Puck grinned, and leaned back against the wall behind him. "You worried about my rep?"
"Maybe."
Puck shrugged. "I can live with people saying I'm hot for Kurt. It's not exactly an insult, dude."
Sebastian stared at Puck, his drink forgotten in his hand. "You don't care if people assume you're gay because you're friends with Kurt?"
"We…" Puck waved his hand, indicating all the Glee kids. "We're pretty tight." Puck flexed his arms. "Plus, I'm built, and I'm on the football team, and girls just love to help a poor confused guy discover his sexuality. So, yeah, dude, it's all good."
Rachel and Blaine sang back-up beside Kurt, as he stood at the centre mike, singing to Nigel. Sebastian just didn't get it. How could Kurt possibly prefer that dweeb over him? It challenged Sebastian's personal concept of world order.
Kurt bowed dramatically, and handed the mike to Sam and Quinn. Rachel curtsied to Finn. Sebastian swallowed the rest of his drink, and joined Kurt and Blaine.
"So, the Warblers, is that something I should do?" Sebastian pretended to ignore Kurt for the moment, directing his question to Blaine.
"Can you sing?"
Sebastian shrugged. "Sure."
Mercedes heard Sebastian as she walked by. "You can sing?"
"Yeah."
"Really?" Mercedes called out to her friends. "Hey, someone give the new kid a mike. He says he can sing."
Sam handed Sebastian a mike, Blaine tossed him his iPod. "Anything here work for you?"
Sebastian looked at the eager faces around him. Singing in front of a bunch of strangers was not part of his game plan. What the hell, maybe, this would get Kurt's attention. Sebastian scrolled through Blaine's playlist. "Here, this will do."
Blaine slotted his iPod into the dock. Sebastian took a deep breath, as the music to Glad You Came by The Wanted poured out of the speakers. Sebastian sang the chorus soft and slow.
The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
The glee kids looked at each other, surprised. The beat changed and Sebastian's voice changed with it. He sang the next verse directly to Kurt.
You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me
Nigel watched Sebastian sing to his boyfriend and wanted to punch him. When the hell were those pills going to take effect?
The glee kids got into the song; some sang with Sebastian, some danced. Nigel pulled Kurt close. He sucked on the dance floor, but he really didn't want to watch Kurt sing with Sebastian. As they turned about the room, Nigel looked at Puck over Kurt's shoulder, and nodded towards Sebastian. Puck shook his head, and shrugged.
When the song ended, Sebastian tried to look modest, as the glee kids whistled and clapped. "Not bad, new kid." Mercedes was impressed.
"You should definitely try out for the Warbler's." Blaine had to admit it, Sebastian could sing.
Rachel turned to Finn. "Perfect! More talent for our competition!"
Smythe waited for Kurt's reaction, but it never came. Kurt was kissing Nigel, oblivious to anything else. Sebastian handed the mike to Mercedes, and plopped down on the sofa beside Blaine. God, he was tired all of the sudden. Watching Mercedes, not hearing a word she sang, Sebastian plotted his next move. His hand moved to his mouth, instinctively covering an enormous yawn, and he sank deeper against the back of the sofa. His eyes started to close, but he shook his head, and tried to focus. The Latina was crooning into the mike, the blonde with the pony tail dancing around her. Wasn't that black chick singing? Before he could figure it out, his eyelids drooped, and he slumped sideways, his head falling onto Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine jerked in surprise, Smythe was out cold. Blaine propped Sebastian up, slid a decorative pillow under his head, and pulled his legs up on the sofa.
Mercedes laughed at the comatose prep kid. "I guess he's a sleepy drunk."
Blaine shrugged. "I didn't think he'd had that much to drink."
The party went on without Sebastian. Eventually, as Kurt had predicted, they played stupid games. Truth or Dare had everyone laughing as Santana gave Blaine a lap dance, Blaine kissed Sam, and Sam drew a mustache on a completely unaware Sebastian. As night turned into morning, they sat around in a loose circle, as if they were telling ghost stories around a camp fire. They cracked each other up, recounting their first usually awkward baby steps into sexual experience. Rachel had them roaring with the tale of how once in grade 8 a long ago boyfriend had managed to get her hair caught in his braces.
Not everyone slept over. Rachel never had more than one drink; she wouldn't take the chance of alcohol damaging her voice. She drove Mercedes, Quinn, Britt and Santana home. Tina's mother took Sam and Mike home, when she came to pick up Tina. Blaine thought he could pour enough coffee into Sebastian and himself to make the 45 minute drive home, but they talked him out of it. Finn dragged extra blankets out of the linen closet, and a sleeping bag from his room. Kurt gathered up the extra pillows from his and his parents' bed. They tossed a blanket over a snoring Sebastian. Artie took the other couch. Blaine rolled out the sleeping bag between the two couches. Puck slept in Finn's room, which he'd been doing off and on since they were both 7 years old.
Kurt followed Nigel down the staircase, into his basement room. Nigel locked eyes with Kurt, and very slowly, very deliberately removed his leather cuff, and put it on Kurt's desk.
The McKinley diva stopped walking toward his boyfriend, and watched him, curiosity and interest in his eyes. Nigel never took that cuff off, ever.
The OSU student turned to face Kurt and started to unbutton his shirt.
Now Kurt was starting to get concerned, this was not the Nigel he knew. In all the time they had been together, Nigel never initiated anything. He always waited for Kurt to tell him what to do.
Nigel removed his shirt and started on his pants. Kurt watched in silence as the other man stripped. Whatever was going on here, a naked Nigel was always a good thing in Kurt's opinion.
Nigel walked to Kurt and kept walking, pushing him back against the wall. "No cuffs, no ties, no games, tonight." Nigel splayed his fingers out over Kurt's hip, and ass. He moved his hand up Kurt's back, and pulled him close.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Nigel. "What do you want?"
"You!"
Kurt kissed Nigel. "Perfect, because I always want you."
Nigel opened his mouth wide over Kurt's. He forced the countertenor's head back, and drank from his mouth. He molded Kurt's body to his, sliding his hands down Kurt's back and grabbing his ass.
"Kurt," Nigel groaned against Kurt's mouth. "too many clothes, always too many clothes."
"You in a hurry?"
"Yes!"
Nigel unbuckled and unzipped Kurt's pants. The OSU student was down on his knees, Kurt's cock in his mouth in seconds. Kurt's head went back against the wall, and his hands pulled at Nigel's hair.
"Fuck!" Kurt's voice was raw with shock and lust.
Nigel tore his mouth away from Kurt. "Oh, God! Don't swear yet, not yet!"
Nigel started to tear at the laces of Kurt's Dr. Marten's boots. "Jesus Christ, Kurt! I'm buying you loafers!" Nigel pulled Kurt's boots off and tossed them aside. He stood and tore Kurt's shirt off. Kurt winced at the thought of his poor damaged Hugo Boss shirt but Nigel's eyes were wild and it was only a shirt. Nigel pushed Kurt's jeans and underwear down and off. Kurt put a hand on Nigel's shoulder for balance as he lifted first one leg then the other, for Nigel to pull his socks off. "Finally!" Nigel pulled Kurt close, buried his head in Kurt's neck. He kissed and licked down the diva's neck. "We're moving to Miami. You're only going to wear sandals, and a bathing suit."
Kurt laughed, and Nigel grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. Kurt fell back, still laughing.
Nigel stood over the bed, staring at Kurt. "You're beautiful, and you're mine." Kurt smiled and reached up a hand to touch Nigel's hip. Nigel climbed onto the bed, and spread himself over Kurt, covering the countertenor completely. He planted his arms, from wrist to elbow, flat against the mattress, on either side of Kurt's head. He pressed his whole body into Kurt. He let his weight press Kurt deep into the mattress. He ate into the younger man's mouth.
Kurt groaned into Nigel's mouth. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, and skimmed them over his back and ass.
Nigel lifted his head, and stared down into eyes the colour of the Caribbean Sea. "You're mine."
Ah, Kurt got it. This wasn't just Nigel drinking, this was about Sebastian. He touched Nigel's face gently. "Shhh! It's O.K. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Kurt held Nigel's eyes with his own. "I'm with you. I'm yours." Kurt ran his hands down Nigel's sides, and kissed him softly. "O.K.?"
Nigel's eyes filled with tears. "God, Kurt, I'm sorry. I know that, I do." Nigel took the hand that was gently stroking his face and kissed it. "It's not that I don't trust you, please don't think that."
The diva soothed his hands over Nigel's shoulders. "I believe you, Nigel." He pushed Nigel's hair back. "So what is this about?"
Nigel bit his lip, searching for the right words. "I'm too happy. This, what we have together, it scares the hell out of me. There's a part of me that's just waiting for it to fall apart." Nigel placed his hand over Kurt's heart. "I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose you."
"And Sebastian made you think that could happen?"
Nigel shrugged. "That's what happened to Claire's marriage." The OSU student frowned. "Tonight, Sebastian was an unpleasant reminder that some things don't last." He touched Kurt's face. "There are a lot of guys out there, Kurt."
Kurt hugged Nigel to him. "But there is only one you." He pulled Nigel's head up, to look into the other man's eyes. "And you're the one I want. O.K.?"
Nigel's smile was tremulous, but he nodded. "O.K."
He licked into Kurt's mouth and the frantic aggression morphed into sensuous heat. They slid over each other, touching everywhere, thighs and cocks rubbing together…sighs became moans. Nigel opened the drawer in Kurt's bedside table. He handed the lube to Kurt and rolled onto his back. He pulled his legs back, and arched into Kurt's touch, as the diva's fingers stretched him. Nigel sighed when Kurt entered him. He held onto Kurt's shoulders, and smiled up into crystal eyes.
Kurt moved in Nigel, slow and shallow, until Nigel dug his fingers into Kurt's hips, and rose to Kurt's body. Nigel didn't want tender anymore. Kurt took all his energy and strength, and slammed it into the man beneath him.
"Yes, God, Kurt, Yes!" Nigel's hands were everywhere, anywhere he could reach. They finally locked onto Kurt's ass, digging in to the flesh. He pulled the diva's cheeks apart, and traced his fingers around Kurt's hole. Nigel licked one finger and plunged it into Kurt.
"Fuck!" Kurt grabbed Nigel's cock. Nigel's hand covered his own, and together they forced the OSU student over the edge. "Nigel!" Kurt spilled into his lover, and collapsed onto the bed, pulling Nigel into his arms.
Kurt curled around Nigel, his chest pressed against Nigel's back, one hand wrapped around Nigel's sleeping cock. Nigel could tell by the even breaths against his neck that the other man had fallen asleep. As Nigel closed his eyes, he decided that he would tell Kurt about the sleeping pills. Of course he would, it wouldn't be right to keep something like that from Kurt. He would tell him, one day. Like maybe on their 10th anniversary.