A/N: This is a one-shot based of off a Klaine one-shot I read on tumblr. THAT one-shot was based off the project about twenty strangers sharing a first kiss. (You can look up the video on YouTube.) The Klaine one-shot is very sweet and love-at-first-sight, so I thought I would do the same thing for Kurt and Sebastian, but with a slightly different outcome. (P. S. I realize that technically it might be considered Kurt's THIRD first kiss, but I would like to think of it as the second one that he actually liked…)
Kurt has become very creative with the methods he uses to get over the heartache of breaking up with Blaine. It didn't start intentionally; more as a way to keep from breaking down and, in a moment of weakness, taking him back. For example, every time he thought about Blaine, he went for a run in the park. If he had the overwhelming urge to call him, he took the train uptown to Bloomingdale's instead and tried on shoes he would never be able to afford. When he got a text from Blaine, he erased it without reading it and then headed to the Met to look through whatever new artist was on temporary exhibit.
This inspires him to take things a step further and start planning new activities to preempt any melancholy thoughts while broadening his horizons, and in the process, meeting new people. He has a list to rival his original bucket list, adding a new activity almost every day. Already he's learned to make sushi, taken a Segway tour of Manhattan, and gone to a weekend circus camp.
Some of his activity choices, however, have been more hit and miss.
Like, say, the one he's signed up for today.
Making a documentary.
Twenty strangers sharing a first kiss.
Kurt inhabits a small corner of the waiting room and people watches while he waits to be called. He pretends to read the latest issue of Vogue and covertly surveys the other players in this game, seeing if his gaydar pings strong for any particular person.
'A backwards cap and, jeez, pull up your pants…nope'
'Ugh! He's looking down her dress! Rude!…No, actually he's looking at her shoes. Ping!'
'Nope…not in those bargain Dockers slacks…'
'Not with that haircut…'
'Pretty sure you're mistaking this for Project Runway in that outfit…pass…'
'Now wait a second…ping, ping, PING all over the place!'
Emerald green eyes, an adorable ski slope nose, and a perfect smile, wearing a classic charcoal gray Brook's Brothers suit paired with a purple dress shirt.
There's a man who has style…and gorgeous to boot.
That's a man that Kurt would be okay kissing.
Kurt watches the group thin out as the minutes tick by, surreptitiously keeping his eyes glued to the man that he has quietly claimed as his first kiss.
There are a few heart stopping close calls when Project Runway guy gets paired with a man named Kevin, and bargain Dockers guy is called with someone else named Kurt…a woman, believe it or not.
Kurt loves his name, but he can't help but feel sorry for the poor girl.
Brook's Brothers suit goes out in the hall to take a phone call just as the next pair is called, and with one hetero couple seated in the waiting room chatting each other up, it's pretty obvious to Kurt that he and Brook's Brothers suit will end up together. Kurt's heart races as he sends up a silent prayer of thanks to the big spaghetti monster in the sky.
Perhaps this will end up on the list as the pinnacle of Blaine-abolishing activities.
Maybe it will even end up being the story Kurt and Brook's Brothers suit tell their grandchildren someday.
The lady with the clipboard who has been calling couples to the back steps out from behind the heavy door to the studio.
"Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe?"
"Um…I'm Kurt," he says, raising his hand and standing. "I think Sebastian (God that name sounds good rolling off his tongue) went outside to make a call."
"Okay," she says with a slight frown of disapproval, "why don't you step inside and I'll go get him."
Kurt passes her on the way to the studio, and he can feel his heart in his throat now, trying to make a break for freedom. This is it. Another first kiss. He didn't realize how thrilling the prospect of kissing someone again was until just this moment, but now…
The door opens, and Sebastian walks in, still talking on his cell phone. His eyes immediately land on Kurt and go wide. He stops speaking midsentence, his mouth forming a little 'o', and Kurt can't help the way his breathing stutters at the flattering response.
"Let me call you back in twenty," Sebastian says (and that voice…God that smooth as silk voice…) to whomever on the phone, and pockets it quickly, looking Kurt over from head to toe.
Kurt smiles shyly as he approaches the agitated looking man.
"So, how do you want to…"
To Kurt's surprise, the man backs away, putting up a hand to deflect any more comments from Kurt.
"Uh, no," he says firmly, peering over Kurt's head to find the woman who ushered him in, "I told you guys on my form, I'm not into girls."
Kurt's jaw drops in shock, a burning flush surging to his cheeks.
"Fuck you!" Kurt spits.
"Not in a million years, princess," Sebastian drawls, a smug smile curling his lips.
"Okay," the lady with the clipboard says from behind the camera, "let's calm…"
"Just what I was thinking," Kurt growls, advancing on the slightly taller man.
"He thinks!" Sebastian crows, throwing his hands in the air in mock celebration. "And you see, I was wondering seeing as you paired that shirt with those jeans and thought it was a good idea to leave the house."
"Uh, guys…" clipboard lady approaches them carefully, not wanting to come between them in case this bitch-fest comes to blows, "maybe we can find a different…"
"Not that my outfit isn't fabulous," Kurt counters, "but at least I can change my clothes. Whatever are you going to do about your stupid little meerkat face?"
"If you want to talk about faces…" Sebastian continues, "maybe you should take a look at yours because I think you need to find a cover-up that's closer to your natural skin color. That is, unless you're trying to join the legion of the undead."
"That's rich! Did you learn that on your way back from the perfume department after you stood there and screamed, 'Spray me with everything you've got!'"
Kurt and Sebastian inch closer, nearly nose to nose, and clipboard lady gives up, backing out of the line of fire.
"I'm pretty sure there's another couple of guys we can call who said…"
"No, you're right, princess," Sebastian says, inhaling deep just above Kurt's hair, "What you've got going on is a lot better. Eau du coffee shop. I have a feeling you have a nine cup a day habit, am I right? Non-fat because otherwise how are you going to squeeze yourself into those teen queen jeans you're wearing." Sebastian leans back a bit to take a long, lecherous look down Kurt's body, and Kurt, still burning with anger and humiliation, feels a new heat pool in his stomach from the way Sebastian's eyes rake down his body so shamelessly.
"Stop…calling…me…princess!" Kurt grinds out between painfully clenched teeth. "In fact, why don't you do the world a huge favor and stop talking at all."
Sebastian leans closer, until his breath is ghosting over Kurt's parted lip.
"Make me," he says quietly, his own voice rough and dangerous.
The silence that follows Sebastian's challenge is nearly a solid force filling the room, and trapped in the tension, the lady with the clipboard considers calling security.
Kurt holds his breath, deciding on his next jab, ready to move in for the kill.
"Fuck it," Sebastian whispers.
Confused, Kurt opens his mouth to speak, but Sebastian's there, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him close, lips claiming his, hungry…no, ravenous, knocking Kurt almost completely off his feet. He feels Sebastian's free hand crawl up his back, fingers threading into his hair, and Kurt dissolves. He comes to his senses and kisses Sebastian back, determined not to let this disarming man with the acerbic tongue get the upper hand, trying to ignore the way his body responds – how he seems to fit perfectly against him, how he immediately goes hard at the touch of his fingers massaging circles into his lower back, or the broken sound that escapes his mouth when Sebastian's tongue slides between his lips, as if he always had permission to kiss Kurt like this.
In fact, he doesn't, not after all the insults, and Kurt becomes furious!
How dare this asshole kiss him like this? How dare he be a douchebag ignoramus and an awesome kisser, especially if he was going to treat Kurt like shit?
Kurt pulls back, breaking the kiss, ready to tear Sebastian a new one, but Sebastian pulls him in again, moving the hand on his waist lower to palm over his ass and press them closer together. Kurt feels Sebastian, his aching length press against him. Kurt's knees go weak, and Sebastian catches him, leaning him back to deepen the kiss.
"Okay, guys," a much more relaxed clipboard lady says from behind the camera. "That's…wow…that's…I think we have enough…"
Kurt doesn't care that they're being filmed. He doesn't care that clipboard lady basically called cut. What does bother him is that he feels like he's losing some sort of unspoken competition, and Kurt Hummel doesn't lose…especially not to a bastard like Sebastian Smythe.
Kurt links a leg around Sebastian's and ruts slowly against him, and this time the moan he hears belongs to Sebastian.
"Fuuuccckkk…" Sebastian whispers into Kurt's mouth, his whole body trembling from the slide of Kurt's erection against his own. Sebastian breaks their kiss this time, setting Kurt on the floor and taking a step back. He looks less put together now, lips swollen and parted as he pants, face flushed, and a slight sheen of sweat just above his brow. Kurt preens a little with pride at this new, wrecked Sebastian he's created.
Sebastian grins, still cocky but not quite as smug.
"Well, princess, that was unexpected." He runs a finger downs Kurt's cheek, and in spite of himself, Kurt shivers. "Maybe we can do that again sometime."
Kurt huffs, but his heart is still racing at the taste of Sebastian's peppermint mocha still lingering in his mouth.
"Well," Kurt says, pulling his business card from his pocket and handing it over, "I suppose…seeing how I owe you."
Sebastian looks at the card in his hand, and his brow furrows in confusion.
"Owe me?" he asks.
"Yeah," Kurt says, "for this..."
Before Sebastian can ask again, Kurt rears back and slaps him across the face.
Sebastian's head snaps to the side with the force of the blow, his hands reflexively forming fists, and Kurt is sure he's about to get slapped back, but when Sebastian turns his face back to look at Kurt, the eyes that meet his are blown-wide and full of fire.
Call me, Kurt mouths with a wink and a slight gesture of his hand towards his ear. He turns on his heels and walks away, throwing one last look over his shoulder to see a thoroughly stunned looking lady drop her clipboard and Sebastian, cheek still flaming with an imprint of Kurt's hand, biting his lip, with a shit-eating grin on his face, inputting Kurt's number from the crumpled business card into his cell phone.