Sebastian cedes control back to Kurt and gives in to the jumbled thoughts flooding his mind. He's vaguely aware of Kurt glancing around the room quickly and leaning over to snap up his phone and shove it back in his pocket before slumping into his chair in embarrassment at the commotion he just caused.
At first, Sebastian is furious. Kurt is not what he considers to be hot, not by any means. If he somehow ended up in Kurt because of his thoughts about wanting Blaine, his subconscious was certainly misguided because according the text from Kurt's little hobbit diva friend, he and Blaine aren't even together anymore. Plus he remembers Blaine telling him Kurt was going to school in New York City, so there wouldn't be many opportunities for a quick hook-up with Blaine even if they WERE together. And his fantasies of having constant sex parties and exploring all his secret kinks while in another body also were shot to hell. Even all the confidence Sebastian could muster couldn't make the hot gay men of New York find Kurt's gay face, effeminate clothes and that squeaky-high voice appealing.
Stupid Sid and stupid Shirley and stupid promotional material from stupid fucking Seikley Enterprises and their bullshit sales pitch about how his subconscious and the scanner would choose the perfect host for him. Kurt has to be the complete opposite of that. Instead of an exciting and sensual adventure, Sebastian could look forward to the hell of a crappy musical theater school, shopping trips, and girly pursuits with that annoying-as-fuck Rachel who apparently lived with Kurt.
Sebastian continues to quietly fume, barely registering the end of the acting class and Kurt standing up and gathering his shoulder bag. Sebastian just really wanted to get back to his own body as soon as possible so he could get his money back and try to come up with a plan B for his big adventure before heading off to Stanford in the fall. He starts to focus his mental energy on coming back to his own body, using the techniques Shirley taught him, but it wasn't working.
He is still seeing through Kurt's eyes as Kurt walks out of the classroom and down the hall toward a dance studio. Sebastian vaguely remembers Shirley saying something about how the time of the first visit is controlled by the company to make sure the client spends enough time in the host to acclimate, but he had been impatient to get to his adventure and wasn't really paying the closest attention to that portion of the instructions.
He's still trying to remember if the minimum time is one hour or three and whether or not there will be a signal that he can come back to his own body at will, when he gets that prickly feeling along the back of his – well technically Kurt's – neck that someone is staring at him. Kurt seems to be oblivious to the feeling and doesn't turn around, so Sebastian breathes deep and takes control for a moment, glancing over his shoulder discreetly.
There is a group of three guys Kurt has just walked past and all three are staring directly at his ass with lust in their eyes. Sebastian is surprised enough at this that he loses his concentration and Kurt takes back over, flushing red when he sees where the guys are staring and facing forward again, quickening his pace to get into the dance studio.
Sebastian mentally grits his teeth with impatience as Kurt hurries behind a screened in section of the studio and strips off his boots, pants, scarf and three layers of shirts and pulls on black yoga pants and a tan, long-sleeved top with a wide scoop collar and asymmetrical bottom edge. Kurt then heads over toward the bar and begins stretching – first reaching up high into the air with his arms and lifting up onto his toes, then planting his feet back on the floor and bending gracefully at the waist, reaching his hands around his legs as his forehead presses against his knees. "Damn, he's flexible," Sebastian thinks. "Maybe I could work with that, if he could actually interest anyone enough to actually get them in the bedroom."
As Kurt begins to lift his torso back up, Sebastian takes over to glance quickly around the room and sees a dark-skinned dancer with thick, sculpted arms staring at Kurt's ass with obvious lust. Sebastian wonders if maybe he is wrong about Kurt, after all.
Even if he's not Sebastian's type, Kurt seems to be catching the interest of a lot of other guys that Sebastian does find attractive. Sebastian, still in control of Kurt's body, decides to extend the show for the dancer who's still watching him. He makes eye contact with him, holds it for a moment, and then slowly and deliberately turns, grabs onto the bar in front of him and leans down so his back is prone, then arches his back, sticking Kurt's ass up and out appealingly. Then he turns his head and stares directly at the guy again, and starts to run his tongue across his lips. The guy is still staring and is practically drooling now. He starts to walk toward Kurt, keeping eye contact and licking his own lips.
Sebastian decides to have a bit of fun and cedes control back to Kurt. Kurt is motionless for a moment, confused because he seems to have lost a moment of time and now is in some strange pose at the bar and is staring right at Shawn – a dancer in his class that he's exchanged hellos with but doesn't know very well. Shawn is stalking toward him with an intent glare and Kurt suddenly becomes aware of just how his body is arched and his ass is sticking out. Kurt jumps and awkwardly throws his body upright.
"Hey, Kurt!" booms a voice with a British accent behind him. Kurt whirls around away from Shawn and nearly collides with Adam.
"Oh! Adam, h-hi!" stammers Kurt, glancing quickly behind him to see Shawn retreating to the bar on the opposite end of the studio.
"What are you doing tonight? Any dinner plans?" Adam asks.
"No, not anymore. I was supposed to have dinner at home with Rachel, but something came up with Brody, so I'm on my own now." Adam looks at Kurt expectantly with eyebrows raised for a moment before Kurt continues, "So, would you like to come over. I can make us dinner?"
"Wonderful! I'm sure you're a better cook than Rachel anyway," Adam says.
"Yes, unless you like your food charred at the edges," laughs Kurt. "That reminds me, though. I need to write back and let her know I got her text. What time works for you for dinner?"
As they set a time to meet, Sebastian appraises Adam. He is about the same height as Kurt but has a much broader frame. His face is ruggedly handsome, though he would do better to lose the beanie hats and the bohemian clothes. It just makes him look that much older than the teenage college kids around him, especially Kurt who can tend to look like he's still sixteen. It's clear that Adam is interested in Kurt, and Sebastian wonders if they're having sex and whether it would be worth it for him to stick around for this dinner and alone time later tonight.
But then Kurt grabs his phone out of his bag and has a quick text exchange with Rachel.
Kurt: I got your text. Have fun at Callbacks.
Rachel: I really am sorry. Were you able to make other plans?
Kurt: I invited Adam over for dinner. Not sure if I'm going to cook or if we'll do take-out.
Rachel: Should I give you some warning before Brody and I come home?
Kurt: That won't be necessary. Adam and I are just getting to know each other. We haven't even kissed, so I doubt there will be anything for you to walk in on.
Rachel: Well you never know what might happen. I'll be sure to let you know just in case. :)
Kurt: Yeah, whatever. I'll see you later.
Sebastian is back to being bored, so he decides to take over and try to stir things up again with Sean, but a blond haired older woman with a cut-off shirt showing her sculpted abs claps her hands and announces the start of class. Sebastian sighs to himself and drifts into thought. He decides to try once again to leave and finds that this time it works. He drifts in the buzzed feeling as Kurt's world fades away and the office at Seikley Enterprises fades back in as he returns to his own body.
As soon as Shirley has returned and removed the electrodes, Sebastian begins to demand his money back. "That host most certainly is not perfect. He's not even mildly entertaining!" he thunders at Sid.
Sid calmly and politely reminds Sebastian that he has agreed, through all the release forms, to try at least one more time with his host before making a final decision. "If you can't bear the thought of spending another hour in your host, we can always sever the tie now and you can forfeit your money."
"Fine," Sebastian hisses through his teeth. "I'll do it once more, but I'll do my hour tonight and then I'll be back here first thing tomorrow morning to get my money back."
"We'll see," says Sid mysteriously. "Have a good evening."