A/N: Okay, to lighten the mood I wrote this romantic, fluffy little futurefic AU. Rated M for mentions of sex and language. Warning for brief mention of Blaine.
"Okay, for an orange wedge, 'In the game of lacrosse, how many players are on a standard league men's team?'"
Sebastian peers over the edge of his card to catch a glimpse of Kurt's face, smirking at his boyfriend's blank and confused expression. Kurt squints, concentrating hard to make sense of what Sebastian said.
"What in hell makes you think that I would know the answer to a question like that?" he asks.
"I don't," Sebastian says with a wink. "That's why I'm winning."
Kurt reaches over the game board to smack the card out of Sebastian's hand but the sound of the doorbell chiming interrupts their game.
"That's my cue," Kurt says, disappearing into the kitchen.
Sebastian heads to the door, but before he can even ask who it is a hyper voice calls out, "Bas! Open up! The party bus is here!"
"Hey, Jeff," Sebastian groans, opening the door for his intrusive friends.
"Sebastian, buddy," Wes says, clapping Sebastian on the shoulder, "we're taking the night club tour of the west end. Come with us and get your drunk on!"
A murmured chant of 'Bas, Bas, Bas, Bas…' rises up from Nick, Trent, and David, swaying behind Wes as if they may have already had one too many in the bus on the way over.
"I can't tonight, guys." Sebastian leans up against the door frame, watching as Jeff seems to forget about Sebastian altogether in favor of pressing his boyfriend up against the wall and devouring his face. Sebastian grins at Wes who looks at the couple and rolls his eyes.
"And why can't you?" Trent asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Because I already have company," Sebastian says, closing his door to block the view from David's prying eyes.
"Yeah, like you had company last night, and the night before, and all of last weekend," David whines.
"So?"
"So, when are you going to introduce us to this man who keeps you on lock down 24/7?" David hiccups and giggles, swaying too far to one side and falling against Trent's shoulder.
"When you guys stop dropping by unannounced and prove yourselves worthy to be in his presence."
Wes shakes his head.
"We can take a hint, Bas." Wes smiles at his friend and wraps an arm around his neck in a pseudo-embrace, "No need to be so rude."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sebastian mutters dismissively but still letting Wes hug him, "I don't know why you guys expect me to act any different."
"Wishful thinking," Wes laughs. "I'm hoping that a steady sex life might change your 'tude, but I think it makes it worse."
"Well, let me get back to it and we'll see."
"You heard the man," David calls louder than socially acceptable for a residential hallway, "let's get our drunk on so he can get his ass-sex on."
The tipsy group dissolves into fits of laughter, which leads to Jeff accidentally spitting into a disgruntled Nick's mouth mid-kiss.
"Bye," Sebastian calls into the havoc, escaping back into his apartment and locking the door behind him. Laughing under his breath, Sebastian turns and sees Kurt standing in the doorway to the kitchen trying to balance a tray of cheese and crackers.
"Oh, babe," Sebastian rushes over to help with the tray, "you didn't have to do that."
"Well, I have to take care of my person," Kurt says, the smile on his face small and wistful.
"Let's get back to me kicking your butt so you can really take care of me." Sebastian kisses Kurt on the cheek, then the neck, then nibbles his earlobe in an attempt to get Kurt to laugh, which he does lightly, unable to resist Sebastian's playful mood.
"Why don't you go out with your friends?" Kurt asks, settling back down on the floor in front of his game piece.
"Because I see those losers all the time," Sebastian answers simply, popping a cube of cheese in his mouth. "I work with Wes, I have lunch with Trent and David every Tuesday and Thursday, and Jeff is like a fucking bad penny. He just pops up whenever the hell he wants."
Kurt nods, bobbing his head as he watches Sebastian toss a cube of cheese into the air and catch it deftly in his mouth.
"So you mean to tell me you enjoy this?" Kurt gestures around them with his arms outstretched. "Staying inside on a Friday night playing Trivial Pursuit with me?"
Sebastian matches Kurt's suddenly stormy gaze with a lurid stare of his own.
"Are you going to fuck me later tonight?"
"Of course," Kurt says with an exasperated sigh.
"Then, yes," Sebastian says, his grin growing, "I am thoroughly enjoying myself."
"I just don't want you to get lonely," Kurt confesses. His eyes light up a bit as a new thought enters his head. "You know, the guys have always been pretty cool. Maybe they'll accept the fact that I'm…you know…different now."
"Oh, I know they will," Sebastian agrees, "especially Jeff. And once he realizes you're here, I'll never get a moment alone with you again. I want to keep you to myself a little bit longer."
Kurt fiddles with his game piece on the board, twirling it around with the tip of his finger. Sebastian sighs as Kurt's far away expression. He gets up from his spot and moves to sit behind him, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.
"Look, even you said that you don't know how long this is going to last," Sebastian whispers. "How long you can keep this up. And…I don't want to miss a moment I get to spend with you."
"Well, that's quite a change from when we were back in high school," Kurt chuckles, turning to rub noses with his stubborn boyfriend.
"In high school I was kind of an asshole," Sebastian admits, slipping his arms carefully around Kurt's waist, "and truthfully, you didn't dress as well then as you do now."
Kurt wrenches his arm back to elbow Sebastian in the stomach, but Sebastian dodges quickly and Kurt's arm slips right past him.
"I know I haven't told you this," Sebastian says, shifting to lay his head on the floor beside Kurt's knee and gaze up into his luminous blue-grey eyes, so much more clear and bright now than they were in his youth, "but I'm really happy we got this second chance to be together."
"Me, too," Kurt agrees, his hand hovering above Sebastian's hair, "even if the circumstances aren't necessarily ideal."
"So, do you have an answer to the question, or do you default?" Sebastian says with an evil sneer.
"The answer is ten," Kurt says, jutting his nose in the air in a haughty manner. "Ten men on a standard league lacrosse team."
"You cheated!" Sebastian whined. "You read my mind or something!"
"You know I can't do that," Kurt snickers.
"Then how do you know the answer to that question?" Sebastian demands.
Kurt can't look down to meet Sebastian's eyes, his cheeks starting to tinge pink.
"I…may have gone to one of your games…or two… without Blaine…"
Sebastian's eyes widen at Kurt's confession. He rises to his knees, growling low in his throat, his eyes going dark and his grin turning hungry. "Maybe we should take this game to the bedroom and you can tell me more about these games you came to, if you get my drift."
Kurt takes Sebastian's hand and stands, enjoying the tingling sensation Sebastian's skin sends shooting through Kurt's arm, the memory of it stronger than the reality.
"You know to tell you the truth, before I realized it was you moving in here I was kind of pissed that I didn't scare the shit out of you and send you running." Kurt shrugs. "I guess I make kind of a sub-par ghost."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, babe," Sebastian says, planting a kiss on Kurt's cold cheek, "this is one of the few luxury apartments in New York that's still rent controlled. Not even Satan himself could get me to move."