A/N: This is the first prompt I wrote. Someone left the word 'the' in my ask box, so I wrote a one-shot. PG13, featuring Santana, Elliot, Rachel, and Dani in the loft in New York. Kurt and Sebastian try to pick a place for dinner.
Rachel dropped down on the sofa between Elliot and Santana. Dani sat delicately in her girlfriend's lap, handing over her half-full glass of red wine.
"So, it's almost 8 o'clock, guys," Rachel whined. "Are we still going out for dinner?"
"Don't look at us," Santana replied, wrapping an arm around Dani's waist and pulling her further onto her lap. "It's Lady Hummel and Meerkat Boy's turn to pick a place."
Kurt and Sebastian walked in from the kitchen with their own wine glasses. Kurt's eyes went wide as inspiration struck.
"Oh!" Kurt chirped with excitement, grabbing a hold of Sebastian's polo and tugging slightly. "Do you know what I'm in the mood for?"
"What, gorgeous?" Sebastian asked, smirking at the hand that throttled his shirt.
"The chicken with the stuff…" Kurt let go of Sebastian's shirt and made a sprinkling motion with his hand, "…and the sauce…"
"The red sauce or the white?" Sebastian asked, raising a thoughtful eyebrow and taking a sip from his glass.
"No, no, the brownish-gray stuff. God, I wish I could remember. It was the chef's specialty and he wouldn't tell us what was in it, and I couldn't tell because I had burned my tongue on those awful fries…"
"Oh, the place in SoHo," Sebastian said, pointing animatedly, "with the overhead fans made from recycled scrap metal. Remember? It almost chopped off your hair."
Kurt scowled, crossing his arms tight across his chest, almost spilling his drink.
"We said we'd never mention 'the incident' again…"
Rachel, Santana, Dani, and Elliot watched Kurt and Sebastian, their heads bouncing back and forth between them as they continued their debate.
"Okay, wait…are we talking about the place with the…" Sebastian made an obscure waving motion over his head, and Kurt shook his head vehemently.
"No, the place you're thinking about closed down. I'm talking about the other place with the…" Kurt took a stab at making vague arm gestures. Santana squinted her eyes as she watched.
"You guys must suck at Pictionary," she blurted out. Dani buried her head into Santana's shoulder to muffle her snickering.
Sebastian tilted his head as he tried to decipher Kurt's movements.
"Isn't that the place that always reeks of stale beer?"
"No!" Kurt exclaimed, becoming exasperated. "The place next door to it reeks of stale beer."
Sebastian jumped suddenly, setting his glass down on the coffee table.
"You mean the place with the plaid tablecloths!" he practically yelled with a triumphant look on his face.
"That's the one!" Kurt returned happily. "With that awful stuffed beaver and…"
"The huge duck on the wall!" they finished together.
Sebastian wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and held him close. With a devilish glint in his eyes, he captured Kurt's lips and kissed him shamelessly, well aware of the multiple pairs of eyes that watched them.
Santana's lips twisted into a disgusted grimace.
"Well, I'm pretty sure that just killed my appetite," she groaned.
"Then you don't have to come," Kurt remarked snidely against Sebastian's kiss swollen lips. "But you'll be missing out because the chicken caprese is to die for."
The four friends watched Kurt lean into Sebastian's ear. He whispered something secret and salacious that made Sebastian grab Kurt's ass and growl in a distinctly animal way.
"Later," Sebastian said. It sounded very much like a promise. "Go get your coat, gorgeous."
Sebastian swatted Kurt playfully on the ass. He yelped, skipping forward, his cheeks a deep shade of pink. He glanced at the group still sitting on the sofa.
"Are you guys coming?" he asked innocently, ignoring their quizzical stares.
"Uh…yeah, sure," Elliot said, standing and following Kurt to the door.
"Wh-what the hell just happened?" Rachel asked, grabbing her coat and slipping it over her arms. "Did they actually pick a place?"
"Didn't you hear?" Dani stuck a few stray strands of bluish-tinged hair up into her boho cap. "We're going to the only lumberjack rubber ducky themed restaurant in the tri-state area."
"No," Elliot said seriously, waiting for the group to leave before pulling the loft door closed behind him. "You're thinking of the wrong place."