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Kurt put down his fourth bottle of beer and noticed he still couldn't shake that awful feeling of emptiness. Of disbelonging. He looked around the bar: I don't fit in here, he thought. What am I doing in a bar, alone?
But every time he asked himself that question, Kurt ended up realising he pretty much had nowhere to be alone with his thoughts. His loft was crowded, and it was 2 a.m. and the streets were a dangerous place to be on your own. At least, in a bar, he was safe… right? Although the awfully loud music was not helping his thinking. Actually, his thinking was getting increasingly depressing.
I'm a depressed drunk, he thought and pouted.
"What are you pouting about, fancy?" a random chubby guy asked him. Kurt felt instantly unpleased by the sight and was not sober enough to hide it.
"Mph" Kurt mumbled and turned around looking for the bartender. He better got himself busy before any other dude could approach him.
"Can I buy you a drink, sweet cheeks?" Kurt heard a smooth voice coming from behind, and turned his back to see an attractive blond male, looking slightly younger than him and giving Kurt a pretty contagious smile.
"Well you may, kind sir" Kurt giggled stupidly. But he couldn't care less. "I'm only drinking beer tonight, though."
"Someone's avoiding hard to get loose, huh?" the blond guy asked. Kurt noticed the boy had sit beside him on a stool. Then Kurt realised he was sitting on a stool too. Weird, he thought. I was dancing just a minute ago.
"Huh, not even close" Kurt answered cheekily. And it was the truth. Kurt was obviously not worried about getting drunk. He very much intended to. "I just appreciate the fine taste of beer" Kurt explained, getting unintentionally closer to the guy, since the stool wasn't exactly steady. The guy didn't seem to mind.
The boy was laughing, Kurt realised, so he laughed along, although he didn't quite know why.
"You're funny, sweet pants" the boy commented.
"And you're not very creative" Kurt replied cockily. "Sweet cheeks? Sweet pants? Come on! I've heard 'em better, you know?" Gayface, princess, ladyface… Kurt mentally listed, thinking briefly about Sebastian.
The guy didn't look offended, but amused. "How about you tell me your name and I don't have to keep making up stupid nicknames?" he smiled suggestively and came closer. But Kurt didn't have the slightest interest in letting the boy know his name.
"Nicknames are fun" Kurt sang-song, then moved aside, as in a retarded reflex for the other boy's advances. "Stick to 'sweet pants'; it's not that bad. My pants tend to be pretty fabulous" Kurt stated, but his interest had got lost on the bartender.
"Chill out, sweet pants, I already gave him the order" the boy commented, trying to gain back Kurt's attention. "So… don't you wanna know mine?" the dummy asked.
Kurt snorted. "Sure" he said harshly, then observed the other boy getting a little confused. Apparently I feel like being bitchy now… "What's your name, blondie?" Kurt finally asked – he still wanted that free drink!
"It's Andy" the boy whispered on his ear, making Kurt shiver.
The orders came in and Andy grabbed them before Kurt could reach his beer.
"Oh, come on!" Kurt pouted again, not even noticing.
"Shh, we're taking this to the dance floor" the boy said, and used his other hand to grab Kurt by the arm. "Nice. You work out, don't you?" he asked, pleased.
Kurt's self-esteem was looking better. "I do, thank-you-very-much" he answered happily. It was nice to have someone notice these things. Kurt was only human, and needed the reward for his work-out hours. "Hey, where are we going?" Kurt asked when they had almost wandered the whole bar. And it was really crowded.
"Here" the guy stopped, taking Kurt to a large group of very good looking males. And they all looked his age. Interesting, Kurt thought, beaming. Andy continued: "These are my boys – hey, guys! This is… oh, wait, I still don't know your name-"
"Hummel" a voice coming from the group cut him. And it sent a chill through Kurt, who acknowledged the smooth voice.
"You have some very, very, very badtiming, meerkat" Kurt said exasperated. Wasn't New York supposed to be like… huge?
"Well it's nice to see you too, gayface" Sebastian said, full of sarcasm, and approached Kurt.
"Wait, you guys know each other?" Andy asked, confused, looking between the two boys who had obviously forgotten he was there. "And that's your name, huh? Hummel" the boy concluded, satisfied.
"What?" Kurt asked, irritated. Seriously, did I get pick up by the dumbest guy on Earth or what? "Really? Of all guesses? Would you say that's my name, blondie?" There it was again, the harshness. Kurt's drunk state kept making him oblivious to manners.
"Wow, claws out already, Kurt?" Sebastian smirked, although he sounded surprised. "Don't take it personally, Andy. I make him nervous" he remarked, maliciously.
"Ha. You wish" Kurt said and grabbed his beer from Andy's hand, tired of waiting.
"Oh, right, Kurt's your name" Andy looked embarrassed. "Hummel would be your surname, of course" he looked down, passing a hand through his hair. Kurt felt guilty. And he would have done something about it if Sebastian hadn't chose that moment to speak.
"You know that's beer, right, gayface? I mean, won't that be too strong for you?" said Sebastian taking a step closer towards Kurt and forcing Andy to move aside.
Kurt felt irritated by the proximity. "Has anybody told you that you have some serious personal-space issues?" Kurt bit back.
"Huh. I'm the one with issues, right" Sebastian rolled his eyes. "But, hey, look at that, my point exactly - you need to go back to the very cherry and very virgin Shirley Temples" Sebastian said and snatched Kurt's beer from his hand, not even finding resistance. It took Kurt five seconds, on his state, to realise it.
"Hey!" Kurt slapped Sebastian's hand. "Give it back, give it back" Kurt said and Sebastian raised his arm to keep the drink out of Kurt's reach. I look like a little kid, dammit, Kurt realised. "You know what? Fine. Have it for yourself. I know where the bar is" Kurt turned around and started walking furiously. So much for a free drink.
Then he felt a hand grasping his arm, tightly. And he gulped down, knowing it was Sebastian.
"Hey- Kurt" Sebastian's voice brushed his ear. The music sounded louder right there, so the boy had to shout a little. "I wasn't trying to mess with you" he said, honestly.
Kurt turned around, a little disturbed. "Then give me back my damn beer, Sebastian! I'm not in the mood for your games, jeez" Kurt said bitterly.
"I know, I know… you said something about bad timing, right? Let's get you some water" Sebastian grabbed Kurt's arm tighter and put a hand on the small of his back. Kurt felt uneasy.
"What- water?" he argued, but did nothing to shake Sebastian's hands. "Weren't you supposed to be like fun to party with? Water?" Kurt asked, feeling played.
"Oh I am, trust me" Sebastian winked but then stared at him seriously. Kurt tried to take a step back but Sebastian's hold was strong. "But I'm also smart enough to know that you've had enough liquid-fun for tonight."
Then it hit Kurt. Sebastian was trying to be responsible. He couldn't help himself and laughed hard. "Are you kidding me, Sebastian?" Kurt could hardly articulate. "So what, are you babysitting me now?" he said amused.
"Someone has to, asshole" Sebastian said harshly and started making his way towards the exit, taking Kurt with him.
Kurt found himself outside before he could add something. It was cold, and there were no hands holding him anymore. He began to tumble.
"Wow, easy there, drunky" Sebastian's arms were firm and warm around his arms and back again.
"Mph, thank you" Kurt mumbled, and unconsciously leaned into the touch.
"Kurt-" Sebastian started, but couldn't continue when he felt Kurt's hand on his own.
"Thank you" Kurt said again, awkwardly caressing Sebastian's hand. It was brief, because he suddenly started feeling dizzy. Like I could throw up any minute dizzy. "I need to sit down" he stated and straightened up himself, looking incredibly pale while doing so.
"Over here" Sebastian directed him to a bench. "Okay, I'm gonna get you some water" Sebastian realised Kurt was not looking at him, but at the floor, with a very unpleasant expression all over his face. He grabbed Kurt's shoulders and steady him. "Keep your stare on that street lamp, don't look at the floor" Sebastian demanded him, with that commanding tone that Kurt was starting to find unquestionable.
"'Kay" Kurt said, finding himself pretty much unable to do anything other than Sebastian's commands.
"Good" the other boy said and finally left his hold on Kurt.
I'm not drunk enough for this, Kurt thought. He really wasn't. Okay, so he was feeling like hell right now, but that was just his stomach. He was not as mentally drunk as he would be if he had been taking cocktails. Beer made his stomach incredibly twisted, but it didn't really affect his awareness. And he was feeling too aware of Sebastian, more than he'd wanted to.
Next thing he knew, his shoulders were suddenly surrounded by a muscled arm holding him tight. Kurt looked to the side to find Sebastian offering him a bottle of water.
"Thanks" Kurt mumbled and took the bottle, feeling quite unsettled by the proximity. He didn't need a rerun of the arousal episode again.
"Drink it up" Sebastian ordered him, and Kurt felt a little exasperated. Could Sebastian stop giving him commands? But Kurt decided to do as he was told when he locked eyes with Sebastian, who looked actually concerned.
"Jeez, Sebastian, I'm not that bad" Kurt said and emptied down half the bottle. Sebastian chose to ignore him.
"Good, being thirsty is a good sign" Sebastian commented. "You feel nauseous or something?" he asked, moving an inch closer and looking right at Kurt, who was trying really hard to remain oblivious to Sebastian's warmth and proximity.
"Not really, just a little… dizzy, I guess" Kurt explained, not knowing any more the cause for the sensitive state of his stomach. "But I'm pretty much sobered up now" he said, looking at him seriously, expecting Sebastian to take the hint and leave.
Sebastian rolled his eyes at him. "Sure."
"I mean it" Kurt said irritated, but reminded himself to be kinder. After all, some cruel and twisted turn of fate had brought Sebastian to be the one taking care of him tonight. "I think I just needed the water and… the fresh air" Sebastian's hold was still tight, and it was really not helping Kurt to think straight at all. Since when had Sebastian had this impact on him? "So thank you, you proceeded wisely" Kurt cleared his throat and tensed up.
"Kurt Hummel acknowledging my well doing, wow. I didn't think I'd live to see the day" Sebastian smirked like an idiot, gaining himself a playful punch on his ribs from Kurt. "Ouch, Kurt, this is how you thank me? You should show me some love, you know?" he said suggestively. But Sebastian was clearly joking. I mean… he is, of course he is, Kurt tried to convince himself.
"Some love?" Kurt rolled his eyes at him. "Please, you're tainting the word" Kurt giggled.
"So what?" Sebastian asked cheekily, and continued: "Love can be corrupted, babe," Sebastian winked, "and it can be fun that way."
Kurt noticed the babe, of course he did; he just chose to ignore it.
"I'm not really in the mood to discuss love with you, Sebastian." Kurt moved a bit further on the bench, suddenly remembering why he had gone to that bar in the first place. How could he forget it? He was supposed to be mourning his failed engagement!
Sebastian seemed to take in Kurt's suddenly tense state, because he released his hold on him a little and patted the other boy's knee.
"Hey" Sebastian's voice was kind, Kurt noticed. "Are you all right?" then he shook his head, annoyed. "I mean, of course you're not all right. You wouldn't be here if you were, am I wrong?"
Kurt was taken aback by the sincerity he sensed on Sebastian's tone. He turned around to look at him expecting to see a mocking expression, but he didn't. Why do I keep expecting the worst from him? He wondered a little disappointed at himself. Sebastian had his poker face on but kept rubbing Kurt's knee, comforting him. Kurt was at awe for a second, then gulped down the upcoming nod on his throat.
"I guess" he finally conceded. "I… I don't even know what to say" he chuckled briefly, trying not to dwell on the overwhelming feeling of no longer being with Blaine. Sebastian kept silent, so he continued. "I mean, I... I can't even say it, God." Kurt threw down his head and hid it between his hands with clear despair. "Blaine and I are done. For good" he stated, unable to bring himself to look up at Sebastian.
The other boy's hand was still on his knee, and Kurt had a close view of it. He gulped down. Was Sebastian pitying him? Then another thought came to his mind "Wow. This is the first time I say it out loud" he snapped his head from his hands and looked up at Sebastian, astonished. "I can't believe it".
Sebastian opened his mouth to say something, but no sound escaped it. He lifted his hand from Kurt's knee and placed it on Kurt's shoulder. "You wanna talk about it?" he asked, finally.
"Not really" Kurt gave him a sad smile. "Not yet, anyway" he added.
Sebastian nodded. "I'm no good with these things, Kurt…" he started, and Kurt stared at him confused. He really wasn't expecting Sebastian to give him a pep talk – Sebastian knew that, right? Kurt opened his mouth to interrupt him and make that clear, but Sebastian continued. "But here we are, right?" he asked Kurt, who nodded along, intrigued. "So, the way I see it, we have two options now: we can get you a cab, so you can go home and sleep it off, or…" Sebastian smirk was back, and Kurt was still processing the "we" pronoun Sebastian had employed.
"Or…?" Kurt asked, a mix between intrigue and fear dancing on his stomach.
"I believe we made this clear earlier, but… Like I said, I'm a lot of fun to party with" the boy said cheekily.
Kurt genuinely smiled at Sebastian for the first time… ever? He wondered. "I'm pretty sure I'm choosing option number two, but… what would having fun imply exactly?" Kurt asked shyly.
"What would you want it to imply, princess?" Sebastian answered him slyly, and Kurt was quick to roll his eyes at him. He noticed his cheeks burning, though, at the nickname and attitude displayed by Sebastian, whose hand was now rubbing Kurt's back.
"Well, I…" Kurt took a long sip from his water and forced himself to look back at Sebastian, hoping his blush would diminish a little. "Ahem, I mean, I don't think we share the same notion of fun." Does that sound harsh or malicious? Kurt wondered, and decided to be completely honest. "Okay, that was just stupid. What I mean is that, well, right now?" Kurt tried to put his vulnerability aside, "all the fun I need is to go eat some cheesecake. Any other day I might find going back into that bar to party hard really fun, but… maybe not right now. I've embarrassed myself enough tonight…" Kurt was babbling awkwardly and he knew it, so he was actually thankful to Sebastian for cutting him.
"Cheesecake is so high school, gayface" Sebastian joked but casted him a knowing smile, standing up. "If you're about to indulge in some self-pity through food, then don't make it so obvious, jeez."
"You'd know about that, meerkat?" Kurt was actually intrigued. He couldn't quite picture Sebastian ice-cream binging while moping around for a heartbreak.
"I know about being at your lowest with style, dumbass. To keep it classy" Sebastian explained amused and offered Kurt a hand to help him get up from the bench.
"You can't just call me dumbass and then offer me your hand like a gentleman, chipmunk" Kurt rolled his eyes but took Sebastian's offered hand. Sebastian chuckled and Kurt continued. "But, please, enlighten me. Why should I give a damn about keeping self-pity classy?" Kurt asked, a little irritated.
"Because I only offered you the option to have a fun time – not a lame one. So we're doing this my own classy way, or we're not doing it at all" Sebastian simply said, smirking.
Why would I even want to do this? Kurt wondered, but something inside him really wanted to take up Sebastian's offer. "I give up" he sighed, but pointed an accusing finger at Sebastian. "But it better be good. Nay, delicious! And satisfying. And unhealthy. And…"
"Jesus Christ…" Sebastian murmured, while starting to walk.