A/N: I got numerous requests for the prompt drunk!Kurt. Kurt gets drunk after a surprise visit from his friends that include an unexpected guest. He sneaks away and gets drunk and calls Sebastian to help him home. Warnings for alcohol use and mentions of past!Klaine.

Kurt took a sloppy misstep forward and stumbled, almost falling into the street in the path of a preoccupied taxi cab driver. Sebastian reacted quickly, wrapping his arms tighter around Kurt's waist and pulling him backward, nearly lifting him completely into the air to yank him out of harm's way.

"Thank you," Kurt hicupped, struggling to maintain his balance before continuing on across the street. Sebastian shook his head as he kept his grip on Kurt, one arm around his waist, the other holding Kurt's arm propped over his shoulder.

"So let me get this straight," Sebastian said, repositioning Kurt's body when he felt him slip again, "the whole Scooby crew is out here to visit you for your birthday, but instead you snuck out alone, got drunk off your ass, and then called me to pick you up."

"Well," Kurt said, swaying unsteadily on his feet, "I didn't want anyone I like to see me like this."

"Uh-huh," Sebastian mumbled, seriously considering dropping Kurt into the first puddle he saw.

"Besides, d-do you know who came…who came with them?" Kurt slurred.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say Blaine," Sebastian answered, rolling his eyes at the question he had heard about a hundred times so far.

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed indignantly. "I mean…what the…what the fuck…"

"He probably thinks you want to get back together with him," Sebastian muttered in a deadpan tone, parroting the topic of conversation for the whole evening.

"He probably thinks I want to get back together with him," Kurt railroaded on. Sebastian chuckled, shifting Kurt's weight against his hip as they stopped to wait for another light.

"Don't you still love him?" Sebastian asked, sounding more bitter than he intended. "Aren't you guys soulmates or some such shit?"

"I do!" Kurt groaned, his voice rising in volume and pitch. "Or I did…I do…I do-don't know! He's a cheater! A cheater! Do you know what that means?"

"It means he cheated?" Sebastian grunted, holding more of Kurt's weight upright. Kurt seemed to stop walking the more he lamented.

Kurt sighed, his comical tirade coming to a screeching halt.

"It means he destroyed something…something sacred," Kurt said softly, gulping down air to silence a sob. "Every-everything we had t-together. He tur-turned it into something dirty. He-he made it all a lie."

Sebastian breathed in deep, letting the cool evening air fill his lungs and clear his mind. He turned Kurt to face him, putting a finger beneath his chin to pull the focus of his stormy eyes.

"Not that I'm defending the asswipe," Sebastian started calmly, "but one stupid mistake doesn't make what you guys had dirty." Sebastian raised a hand and brushed a stray clump of hair out of Kurt's eyes. "You loved each other."

"H-have you ever cheated on anyone?" Kurt asked.

Sebastian shook his head slightly.

"No," he admitted. "But…sex isn't exactly sacred with me."

Kurt squinted his eyes, trying to focus more on Sebastian's face. He tilted his head from side to side to clear his vision.

"D-did you ever think about kissing me?" Kurt asked softly, slowly closing the distance between them.

Sebastian felt his heart slam to a stop at the thought of Kurt's lips pressed against his. He leaned back a bit, giving himself some space to think.

"Ask me again when you're sober, Hummel," Sebastian said.

Kurt furrowed his brow.

"Why?" Kurt tried to pull Sebastian forward, and Sebastian wanted to follow, wanted to get caught up in the beautiful spell that was the illusive Kurt Hummel.

But again, he pulled away.

"Because," he said, swallowing hard, "I don't want to lose something I can't get back."

Kurt opened his eyes wide, almost as if he suddenly sobered up enough to realize what he was about to do. Sebastian felt the moment slipping, wanted desperately to do something to grab it back.

Sebastian knew better. Kurt was drunk. Kurt might be in love with someone else.

Kurt would most likely regret him.

Sebastian let the moment go.

Kurt turned, lurching forward, dragging Sebastian down the street.

"I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you," Kurt said conversationally. "But would that be considered narcissism? Because you sort of look like me except I dress better, my hair is exceptionally better styled, I'm a lot more skilled at the art of accessorizing, and I have a much more extensive vocal range. But you are taller. Did any of that make sense?" Kurt turned to look at Sebastian expectantly with a dopey smile on his face.

"Yeah," Sebastian bit out, "I caught the first few words, but then all I heard after that was 'fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.'"

Sebastian stopped walking and looked at the apartments around them, all tall, gray buildings with black, metal fire escapes, almost exactly the same.

"Where the fuck do you live, Hummel?" he asked, breathless from half-carrying Kurt almost ten city blocks.

Kurt's eyes went wide with panic. He shook his head vigorously, ignoring the way everything spun sickeningly with the movement.

"No! No, you can't take me home!" Kurt whined. "I can't go there right now."

"Oh for heaven's sake why not?" Sebastian asked, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Because…because he's there," Kurt whispered, looking around them nervously as if somehow Blaine would appear just by the mention of his name. "He'll see me like this and…and he'll want to take care of me. He'll be all lovey-dovey. He'll sit up with me all night while I puke, and then he'll be convinced that we're made up!"

"Probably," Sebastian agreed, not too sympathetically.

"And it's not just him," Kurt continued seriously. "All of them want us back together. I mean, you should have seen Rachel when she greeted him at the door, with her tiny hopping and her little clapping hands…" Kurt performed a mock impression, and Sebastian laughed, picturing the petite brunette bouncing on the balls of her feet, clapping her hands in rapid succession.

"Then there's Sam," Kurt groaned on louder, no longer concerned with who might hear them, "with their secret handshake and their Blam thing." Kurt scrunched his face in disgust. "What the hell is that anyway?"

Sebastian shrugged, his shoulders trembling with laughter.

"I don't know," he replied.

"And when he walked in, they presented him to me like…like a cake, or something!"

Sebastian laughed harder, almost doubling over. Kurt crossed his arms, raising an unamused eyebrow.

"Okay, Hummel," Sebastian said, recovering quickly, wiping tears from his eyes, "if you didn't just picture your ex covered in frosting, than it's been way longer since you've had sex than I thought."

"Hmph!" Kurt scoffed. "I always thought you had an eye for Blaine. Everybody does. Even Rachel wanted to make out with him."

"Actually," Sebastian said, returning an arm around Kurt's waist, "I kind of always had my eye on someone a bit better."

Kurt felt a small spark ignite in his stomach at Sebastian's words, and in the way Sebastian held him possessively against him. Kurt turned his head, facing Sebastian's profile as he looked down the street the way they came.

"So, where do you want to go?" Sebastian asked, trying hard to ignore the blue-grey eyes aimed his way.

"Can…can we go to your place?"

Sebastian turned to face him, sucking in a sharp breath of surprise.

"You want to go to my apartment?" he asked, needing clarification.

Kurt nodded.

"Yes…if that's alright."

Kurt's eyes were guileless, unblinking as they pleaded silently with Sebastian.

"Well, fuck Hummel." Sebastian tried to sound cocky and put-out by Kurt's request, but he couldn't. Kurt quietly begging to go to Sebastian's place didn't bring that reaction out in him. He fumbled in his pocket for his cell phone. "My place is uptown. I'm calling a cab."

By the time they reached his apartment, Sebastian was thoroughly confused. He didn't know what to make of Kurt clinging to him the entire ride uptown, his contented sighs as he relaxed against him, or the way he hummed softly and wrapped his arms around him tighter. Kurt couldn't be drunk anymore…at least, not as drunk as he was when Sebastian first arrived at the bar. It's not that Sebastian hadn't imagined this, except the circumstances in his daydreams were much different. In his dreams, he and Kurt were out on a proper date. It would be awkward at first, considering their history. Sebastian would remark on Kurt's taste in clothes, and Kurt would likely spar back with a comment about his hair. Sebastian would question aloud why he even asked Kurt on a date to begin with, and Kurt would likely respond by flirting with someone else in an attempt to make Sebastian jealous.

But by the end of the night, they would end up tangled comfortably in each other's arms, in the back of a cab like this one, heading to his apartment, and hopefully Kurt would spend the night.

Well, they had done the verbal sparring, and they were in a cab wrapped in each other's arms, heading to his apartment for the night.

Sebastian bit his lip, looking down at Kurt's sleeping face. There were no loopholes for this one.

He didn't want to win Kurt by default.

He didn't want to be a rebound fuck.

Sebastian hauled a still sleepy Kurt out of the cab and into his building, riding with Kurt wrapped around him up the elevator to his apartment on the fortieth floor.

"Wow," Kurt said when he saw the view out of the picture windows. "This is incredible."

"Yeah, well, it has a few perks." Sebastian's eyes scanned the large, lonely apartment before settling on Kurt, staring out the window with his hands pressed against the glass, like a kid looking through a toy store window. Sebastian smiled.

Not lonely for one night at least.

Kurt turned, and caught Sebastian staring. Sebastian looked down at his shoes and cleared his throat, trying to ignore the attractive blush coloring Kurt's cheeks.

"Uh, why don't you hop in the shower?" Sebastian offered.

"Why?" Kurt asked, looking down at his clothes. "Do I stink?"

"Well, I thought it might make you feel better," Sebastian said, leading Kurt into the bedroom. Kurt watched Sebastian rifle through drawers, pulling out a t-shirt and sweatpants, which Sebastian held out to him. "But to be honest, you do kind of smell like puke. I just hope it's all yours."

Kurt took the offered clothes, an expression of deep mortification draining the color from his face. Sebastian pointed to a door behind Kurt, trying not to laugh.

"Towel's hanging on the door."

Sebastian had never really considered the act of showering to be all that intimate. Like a lot of things in his life, it was just a means to an end. At the moment, it took all of Sebastian's willpower not to open the bathroom door and join Kurt. The thought of Kurt using his soap, washing his hair with his shampoo, drying off with his towel, and then wearing his clothes…and oh God! He wouldn't have any underwear on.

It only got worse when Sebastian took his own shower, imagining Kurt's naked body beneath the hot water spray, soap sliding over his porcelain skin, steam rising up around him as he bathed…

Sebastian contemplated masturbating in the shower, but it struck him as tacky and desperate.

He walked into the bedroom to the glorious sight of Kurt lying in his bed, already half-asleep, and he suddenly wished he had opted for tacky and desperate.

Sebastian switched off the lamp and grabbed a pillow. Kurt grabbed his hand.

"Where'reyougoing?" Kurt asked, the sentence sounding more like one single word.

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa," Sebastian replied. Kurt tugged on his arm weakly.

"Stay here," Kurt muttered. "Don't want to be alone."

Sebastian knew better. He knew sleeping beside Kurt was a bad idea. He knew the responsible thing to do was to say no, and retreat to the couch.

He kept reminding himself of that when he returned the pillow to its spot and climbed onto the bed. Kurt scooted closer to him. He threw an arm over Sebastian's body and rested his head on his chest.

"Kurt?" Sebastian asked, resisting the urge to fold Kurt up in his arms. "What are you doing?"

"Do you mind?" Kurt muttered.

Sebastian could tell by Kurt's voice that he was already mostly asleep.

"No," Sebastian whispered into the dark. "No, I don't mind."

The sunlight warmed Kurt's face, but he turned away from it. Kurt's head didn't pound half as much as he imagined it would, but he still was in no hurry to wake up. He was too comfortable. He felt warm and safe. He opened himself to the sensations around him. He knew the smell of the man beside him. He knew the hand that held his. He knew the warmth of the body curled against him.

He knew that none of it belonged to Blaine.

Kurt smiled.

"Good morning," a soft voice whispered.

Kurt opened his eyes slowly, blinking to adjust to the morning sunlight. He saw Sebastian staring at him. He wore a crooked half smile on his lips, but his eyes gave him away. They were filled with worry and a touch of fear.

They looked vulnerable.

"How'd you sleep?" Sebastian asked. He wondered if he should let go of Kurt's hand.

He didn't want to.

"Good," Kurt answered, trying not to sound awkward.

"How's your head feel?"

"Better. Much better than I thought it would." Kurt nodded, bobbing his head absently as he tried to think of more to say. He bit his lip as he kept his gaze locked on the sincerity of Sebastian's eyes.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kurt asked.

Sebastian nodded. His smile slipped a bit.

Kurt smiled wider.

"Did you ever think about kissing me?"