Hi guys! Don't ask me, I just can't stop writing lately. But I need to if I want to finish my master thesis T.T So, here's another chapter before I need to stop.
Happy reading!
Sebastian was feeling freaking spectacular these days.
The weird attraction he had felt towards Kurt since they met had freaked him out from the start. The kid was, after all, a seventeen-year-old. And yet, every time Kurt had made an attempt to get under Sebastian's skin, the attraction had only gotten stronger. Like a really annoying itch Sebastian desperately wanted to scratch, only he was too scared to do so.
The way Sebastian figured it, when someone normally had an itch, scratching it only made things worse. Take the chickenpox, for instance. Scratching those itches only left nasty marks on your skin, and Sebastian supposed that hooking up with a teenager would do much of the same.
Don't you ever take a risk? Kurt had asked him that one time he had chased Sebastian after work. Well, for a long time, Sebastian hadn't felt allured enough to take one, in any aspect of life. He had been too numbed since Julie's passing to even notice the challenges that life presented him.
But Kurt had awoken him, and as it turned out, you never knew. Because, quite frankly, giving in to his weird attraction to Kurt was just the best decision Sebastian had made in a long time.
He even did better at work, managed to meet the deadlines and noticed he needed a haircut before John, the creep that kept glancing at him from Accounting, had the time to sigh about how good Sebastian looked with longer locks.
But the best part was he was finally getting great sleep at his apartment. He hadn't met the kid for two days and the insomnia was not striking back. Which didn't mean Kurt's services were not needed anymore. At this point, Sebastian knew he wanted Kurt for a little more than getting some sleep.
He wanted him physically now, but he also wanted the boy to just take his mind off things and make him feel lighter. Like a drug fix he could control.
And that was just the thing. Sebastian had been feeling like everything escaped his control these past few months. Like he had no say whatsoever on anything. Life moved and changed pretty fast, people disappeared, and he felt powerless when it came to controlling his surroundings.
But now, suddenly, he had Kurt, this good, easy-to-control thing that had been given to him, like a gift. And who was Sebastian to reject it?
To Kurt: I'm needing my Kurt fix about tonight.
"You got some, didn't you?" Brittany suddenly whispered on Sebastian's ear, making him jump. He quickly hid his cell phone, alarmed.
"You read that?" He felt surprisingly scared. How easily the tables turned. As long as Kurt and him were a secret, he had everything in control. The second anyone knew about them… he was screwed. And Brittany wasn't just somebody, she was his sister!
Brittany gave him a funny look. "Read what? Your column? Don't take it personally, Sebastian, but I never even read Santana's. It's just too sad. Only black and white, don't you ever get tired of those colors?" She asked, intrigued, then casually sat on his desk.
"It keeps it classy, Brittany. Old-school. Aesthetics are important" he winked at her, then looked around wondering where the hell Santana was and why she wasn't making a scene already. "Uh- no offense, by the way, but should you be here?" He asked, as politely as he could.
Brittany narrowed his eyes at him and her gesture turned sad. "You're kicking me out? I thought we were friends, Seb."
"I'm not kicking you out" Sebastian murmured, not really keen on the idea of his coworkers eavesdropping. "I just happen to know you're not on good terms with Santana. And you don't wanna piss her off today of all days."
"Why? Why not today?" Brittany asked, childishly curious.
"It's her abuela's birthday" Sebastian stated, as if that was obvious.
"So what?" Brittany seemed lost, which Sebastian found strange. How long had they been dating again?
"You- you don't know about her abuela? She banished Santana from Lima Heights. The woman went cray-cray on her when Santana came out" Sebastian explained. "And now every year, she's the only one of her family not allowed to attend her grandma's birthday."
Brittany seemed to be at the very edge of crying. "No! That's so sad" she lamented, then patted her own boobs. "She must be really missing these today."
Sebastian couldn't help a chuckle. "How could she not, Brittany?"
The blonde sighed. "You know? I would just forgive her, but she didn't apologize yet, so it's kind of difficult to do that when she won't call and-"
"Sounds like her" Sebastian said, watching Santana's desk nervously. The girl would be back any minute and then it would be doom's day. Brittany kept babbling and there was not shutting her up.
"… And I know you're gonna take my brother's side, but I can't just convert to Catholicism and-"
"Whoa- whoa- whoa-, wait, your brother? Why would I take your brother's side? I mean" Sebastian was the one babbling now, nervously, "I mean- I don't even like your brother."
"Why? Is it because he always brushes his teeth twice in the mornings?" Brittany inquired, adopting a condescending tone.
"Wait, did you just say 'convert to Catholicism'?" Sebastian picked up, perplexed.
"Yeah, I wanted to do something nice for her" the blonde explained, "so I took Mr. Tubbington to the church and I asked Santana's priest to baptize him, but he said they'd only take people, and how could I join a cult that won't allow cats into their kingdom? I mean, what else am I supposed to do with my cat when I'm dead?"
Sebastian couldn't believe his ears. Did Kurt have to deal with this on a daily basis? "And your brother said you should convert?" He asked, not following the story.
"No, he said I should castrate Mr. Tubbington, but that's got nothing to do with this."
"Indeed" Sebastian observed, amused. "Well, your cat should not be allowed anywhere, that much I agree with the priest" he said, and Brittany seemed about to protest, so he cut in- "But anyway, Brit, like I said- you really shouldn't be here. Santana's gonna go nuts as soon as she sees you. The other day she almost kills your brother."
"Kurt? Why? Did he come here?" The blonde asked, innocently.
Sebastian went pale. I should not have said that.
"No?" Sebastian tried to backpedal, "I mean, he was looking for you, I think."
"Oh. How curious, 'cause I haven't told him yet that I'm the new receptionist now" Brittany commented, casually.
Sebastian widened his eyes. "You're what?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you either?" The blonde jumped and hugged him, "I work here now, and not just as tiny-apple-deliverer!" She seemed so excited and happy. "They hired me last week. People leave their phones unattended all the time, you knew that? I picked one at random, and it turned out to be the boss. He liked my voice, and now I work here."
"Wow. That's an irreverent story if I've ever heard any. Congratulations, then. Guess doom's day is gonna happen whether I try to prevent it or not."
"Nah, it's not a hard work. I just put 'em on hold until they get tired and hung up" she said while she adjusted the laces on her ankles. "So. When am I gonna meet her?"
Sebastian startled. "Her? Who?"
"You got some" Brittany insisted, grinning like a happy kid, "I can tell by your skin, it looks much more radiant than last week. And your ears, I mean" she tagged at them, "I know how ears look like after sex."
Sebastian self-consciously covered his ears. His stomach twirled. Oh, boy. What the what?
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Brit, but I haven't been that lucky lately" he smirked, then sat down again to go back to work. If only Brittany could take a hint…
"Yeah, yeah" Brittany said in a suspicious tone and patted his head. "You'll tell me all about her sooner or later. Or not. I'm a psychic, so I don't really need you to. I can see her."
Sebastian snorted. "Sure."
He started tapping the keyboard to make himself look busy, but Brittany wasn't leaving yet. The girl was suddenly smelling his crown.
"Or him" she pointed out, then smelled once again and finally left.
Sebastian scratched his crown. Did he smell like Kurt's sheets? Kurt's cologne? Fuck.
To Kurt: My place this time.
/
"But it's Friday night" Quinn answered, even though Kurt hadn't asked anything.
And how on Earth he had ended up hanging out with Quinn on a Friday night, he had no idea. I mean, they had always been sort of friends. At the very least, they had never hated each other, and that was something when it came to the glee club. But hanging out? On a Friday night? That was remarkable.
And the reason they were hanging out was even more remarkable. Quinn had volunteered herself to help Kurt with the whole Sebastian ordeal. Of course, Kurt had been cautious as to how much he told the girl. But it wasn't really necessary. Quinn wasn't as gossip as the other glee girls. She wasn't interested in the details because she was perceptive enough to get to the thick of things with the basics.
And Sebastian she had figured out quite quickly. That much Kurt would give her. So if the girl said Kurt's plan had sucked so far, then Kurt would at least listen to her.
"He's not even asking" Quinn snorted, pointing at his cell phone. "Just how sad he thinks you are? He texts you at six in the afternoon! As if you didn't have any plans already!"
"But I don't have any plans-" Kurt defended, embarrassed.
"Well, you're with me! And besides, that's not the point!" She looked furious now, which Kurt imagined he should take as a compliment, "The point is- he thinks you're always available, always at his disposal, Kurt!"
"Well, I'm in high school, Quinn. In Lima. How could I not be available?" He joked, because he found Quinn's outrage a little over the top.
"Kurt, honey, you don't get it" she paced the room, impatiently. "He knows you're a senior. You should at least try and pretend that you've got some things going on. Otherwise, how much of a challenge are you?"
"Ugh, I don't like these things at all!" Kurt protested, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm not that kind of person! I don't do the games and the intrigues, playing hard to get… If I like someone, why should I try to hide it?"
"Because you're way passed that point. Things get tricky when you're actually seeing someone" the blonde explained, "if your plan is just being completely available to him, then I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but you're bound to lose."
"Sorry my ass" Kurt narrowed his eyes at her, "but I guess you've got a point. I don't know. What would you do, then? I already ignored him for two days. He texted me, you saw it!"
"Because he's horny, or bored, but not because he needs you" she pointed out.
"You don't know that" Kurt defended, feeling somewhat offended. "Could you just stop making assumptions about him? Let's stick to the planning, please" he sighed, tired of it all already.
"All right" Quinn conceded, and didn't look a bit offended herself, which was something Kurt appreciated about her, because he wasn't about to apologize. "First, you wait. Never text back right away anyone, not even your mom" then realized what she had just said, and cleared her throat, "I mean, your dad, or whatever."
She got up and peeked at Kurt's wardrobe, which only made Kurt snorted. It was one thing throwing in some dating advice, and a whole other picking up his outfit. She did not have that much fashion authority, Quinn Fabray or not.
"Not only you'd seem lame, and desperate for his time, but also controllable. Just because you have a cell phone, doesn't mean you've got to be at reach all the time, you follow me?"
"That might be the first reasonable thing I've heard you say today" Kurt said, which was met with a glare from the girl. "I mean it, it's a very good point."
"Of course it's a good point" she rolled her eyes, as if she just never caught a break. "So after you wait at least one hour, then you play hard to get- yeah, I know, you hate it, but it's the oldest trick on the book and it always works for a reason: we are all that simple."
"Quinn, it's not that you're wrong" Kurt started, because he was aware how simple people were, not him, "but how could I possibly do that when I've already played the easiest to get?" He chuckled, "I mean, like no effort at all."
"That's a very good question, Kurt" she told him excitedly, in a only slightly condescending tone, "'cause that's when you realize your strategy sucked, but it didn't suck that much that it's irreparable. Let's be real, some severe damage has been done, but we can get you back on the race, fear not."
"You should write a book, you know" Kurt chuckled, "I mean, I would buy it, if only to ignore it completely right after..."
"Kurt, you've got to at least try" Quinn insisted, "I'm aware dignity is born, not made, but you can always try."
"I've got dignity!" Kurt argued this time, because the girl wasn't any subtle.
"Great, if you do have any, then stop for one second and think about the way he sees you: easy, predictable, enamored… Is that fair to you?" She asked, and damn Quinn's cold judgment, because she knew her way to anyone's sore spots.
"No" Kurt muttered, annoyed. "It's not like I'm in love with him, you know? Just… pretty aware he's the most fascinating thing that'll ever happen to me" he admitted with frustration. "But I'll live."
"Ugh" Quinn snapped her fingers, "wake up, Kurt. The sooner your fantasy bubble breaks, the better. I told you before: he's not a fascinating thing you need to decipher. He's just some guy going through a hard time."
"And I heard you perfectly fine the first time!" Kurt complained, "Geez, cut to the chase, what am I doing tonight, about this?" He raised his cell phone, impatiently.
"Okay, okay" the girl exhaled, then adopted a concentrated gesture, "tell him you've already got plans for tonight. What a pity."
"I'm not doing that" Kurt chuckled, nervously. "I wanna see him."
"And you will. Let's just see how he reacts, shall we? Don't you wanna see him beg for your time?" Quinn smirked, and damn her, because she managed to get under Kurt's skin. "Keep it vague, though. Don't say you're going to the cinema, for Christ's sake."
To Sebastian: Sorry, got plans tonight! Raincheck?
Kurt could not believe what he had just done. He had rejected Sebastian! Oh, dear. And yet it didn't feel as terrible as he had thought. In fact, it felt ten times better than being aware you didn't have the upper hand.
Sebastian, who obviously didn't have Quinn's book on dates, took less than a minute to text back.
"That's 'cause he can" Quinn explained him, which of course made Kurt furious.
From Sebastian: Pretty sure my plans are cooler. Ditch them. See you in 30'' where you first chased me like the petit lovebird you are.
Quinn actually laughed at the text.
"Great. Now you both know how pathetic I am" Kurt sighed, more sad than annoyed. If Sebastian's text proved anything, was that Quinn was freaking right. The man thought Kurt was completely at his disposal. Well, that needed to change.
"Let me" Quinn grabbed his phone, and Kurt let her.
To Sebastian: Your plans tend to be pretty basic, normally involve just a bed. Mine involve party and fabulous outfits. See if you can top that ;)
"Oh my GOD!" Kurt exclaimed, so nervous he couldn't handle it. "You did not!" He giggled, stupidly. "That's like the best comeback ever. We should frame it!"
"We can actually sit and wait, 'cause I'm pretty sure it's gonna take him a while to come up with something" Quinn smiled, full of herself. She deserved it, though. "Now, where should we go tonight?" She murmured, then went through Kurt's outfits once again and grabbed a few items.
"Beg you pardon?" Kurt asked, confused.
"Us" she said, and much to Kurt's surprise, she was actually trying on one of Kurt's shirts over her own clothes, "we should go somewhere."
Kurt had to laugh, because that had to be a joke. "What do you mean us? I'm going to Sebastian's, you do whatever you want."
Quinn arched an eyebrow at him, but apparently decided to ignore Kurt. "I've heard of this party uptown, it's supposed to be a big deal. The trans kids shelter's throwing this ball, to raise awareness or something, and there's going to be some big talk about queer theories, and like a movie themed quest, with 70s music, and whatnot. Blaine seemed pretty optimistic that it would be one for the ages and I-"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kurt cut her, because he just couldn't take it. "Please, don't tell me you just made me ditch Sebastian so I could go with you to some weird, queer party, Quinn Fabray!"
"Hey, I didn't make you do anything" the blonde defended, but she wasn't paying him much attention, really. She was looking at Kurt's ties now.
"No no no no, you said I was seeing Sebastian tonight. I don't care what you do, but fix this and make it happen! You can call Blaine and go with him, if that's what you're suddenly into" he scoffed, moodily.
"I'm not into anything" Quinn stated, "and that's just it, if you know what I mean" she said more to herself than to Kurt. "Come on, Kurt" she turned to look at him, with an intrigued look, "don't tell me you don't want to go to a thing like that. This is Lima. I'm never even slightly excited about anything that happens here. This sounds big."
"This sounds like a room with ten weirdos with bad hairdos" Kurt snorted.
"I can't believe that you, of all people, choose to be that judgmental" Quinn argued, frowning. "You heard queer and that's what you imagine, really? Shouldn't you know better than that?"
Kurt was about to bite back when his phone buzzed. Dear Gaga, he didn't even want to know. Would Sebastian tell him to got to hell?
From Finn: Kurt where r u, i'm stuck at the gay party w Blaine and Rachel, please come!
"Unbelievable" Kurt muttered, "what is it with this party?"
"Kurt!"
There was a slam of the door and Brittany was suddenly jumping on his step-brother. "I need major, major fashion advice!" the girl said, taking him by the hand, "oh hi Quinn" she waved, then picked up on what Quinn was doing, "that's- that's genius!" the blonde exclaimed, then went to Kurt's wardrobe directly and went through the outfits without even asking for permission.
"Hey!" Kurt protested, "you two, hands where I can see 'em!"
Quinn and Brittany gave him a pointed look, then just looked at each other and laughed.
"You're going out, Brittany?" Quinn asked her, plainly ignoring Kurt.
"Affirmative. The gay party. Santana there" Brittany said between breaths. She seemed so nervous it made Kurt anxious.
"She still hasn't apologized, Brit" Kurt reminded her.
"Interesting" Quinn gave him a knowing look, "no wonder she's friends with Sebastian."
Kurt glared at her and tried to murder the girl, but thankfully Brittany seemed too lost on her concerns to even pay attention.
"I know" Brittany admitted, tiredly, "but waiting is so exhausting. I kind of don't remember what we were fighting about anymore."
"Problem solved, then" Quinn said, sarcastically.
"You think?" Brittany asked, delighted. "Yeah, I guess fights should expire at some point. Anyway, I gotta get there before Sebastian leaves for his hot date, 'cause then Santana will be there on her own, and it won't be long until she's found someone else to keep her entertained."
"Sebastian?" Kurt found himself asking. "Hot date?"
He wanted to die. There had been like, what, fifteen minutes? The man had replaced him already? Kurt damned himself. That was what happened when you listened to Quinn Fabray!
"Well look at that" Quinn gave him a confidential smirk that Kurt didn't understand.
"Yeah, he's seeing someone. Personally, I'm glad, because I like him, but I wasn't about to share Santana with him" Brittany explained, then carelessly took off her top and tried on one of Kurt's shirts. "With you, maybe" she said looking at Quinn, "but with Sebastian..."
Quinn seemed to find it funny, "Why? Is he an arrogant asshole?"
"Who, Sebastian?" Brittany asked, chuckling. "But he's such a monkey! Oh no, of course not. He's the best."
Quinn frowned, obviously not pleased with the blonde's answer, but Kurt loved it.
"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about him leaving for his hot date" Quinn said without hiding her disdain, "something tells me his hot date has even hotter plans" she winked at Kurt.
Kurt frowned. Wait, what? Was he… Was Quinn implying…? Was he Sebastian's hot date?! His phone buzzed.
From Sebastian: What an annoying little prick you are. Fine. I'm partying myself. See if I care.
"Oh, he's mad" Kurt murmured, nervously. Yikes, he didn't like harsh Sebastian that much.
Quinn, on the other hand, was beaming. "How does that party sound now, Kurt?"
"You're coming to the party?!" Brittany asked, excited, trying on some leotards now.
Kurt sighed, defeated. "I guess we are."
/
As Sebastian had predicted, Santana was a hell of a mess today. She had raised countless shots to toast to her evil abuela, and Sebastian had politely accompanied her at first.
But this was too much. This party she had insisted on going was just too much. It seemed like the kind of place Kurt would go, to be honest. There were colors and glitter and unicorns everywhere, and people on strange outfits on every corner. But that might be because Santana and he hadn't even made it to the first floor. They were at the "bar", at the basement, and the bartender was giving them the eye, which meant this wasn't the kind of party where one got drunk.
Upstairs there were a few fund raisings and two talks, and a cine-forum as well, but of course Santana was not interested in any of those. And neither was Sebastian. Actually, he just didn't understand why they were even interested in the basement.
"Santana, why don't we just go to a bar?" He protested. Santana was singing her heart out on a rendition of Noelia, a Spanish song he had never heard before (thank heavens). And everybody was looking at them like they were killing puppies or something.
To make things worse, Santana started to feel nauseous and raged towards the bathroom.
"Hey, man" the bartender told him, with an uncomfortable expression. "This is not that kind of place. This is supposed to be for the kids, you know? For the trans kids of Lima. Take your girl to a bar before this place gets too crowded."
"If only she was my girl" Sebastian murmured, annoyed, then it'd make sense why I put up with her crap.
Still, he was aware he needed to cut Santana some slack today. She had not had it easily lately. First Julie, then Brittany and now her abuela all over again. At least things were looking better for him.
Or weren't they? Some guts the kid had, turning him down like that. Not that Sebastian worried too much, but still. He called the shots, didn't he? Did Kurt think he was fooling anybody?
A short guy, with incredibly gelled hair, bumped against his shoulder then.
"Oh, sorry!" The brunet said, then stepped on his own foot and almost lost his balance. He looked severely wasted, but he also looked no older than nineteen.
"For the kids, huh?" Sebastian asked the bartender, "you wanna help the kids? Don't serve any alcohol to minors, for starters."
The short, brunet guy gave Sebastian a really confused look.
"Hey, who the hell poured this kid a drink? Ask for the IDs, you guys! Come on!" The bartender called off his crew, angrily.
"Oh- no- no-, no one served me" the kid raised his hands, defenseless, "I just got here. Everybody chill."
"Well, they definitely served you elsewhere" Sebastian gave him a frown, "and you seem like a light-weight. Take it easy, won't you? You're just a kid and you don't want to embarrass yourself yet, do you?"
Santana chose that very moment to reappear, looking like hell and smelling like vomit.
"I just vomitted my stomach, my kidneys, and if I had more more than two, I'd puke them as well" she said, carelessly, then called the bartender, "some tequila here for the children in need of tequila!"
"See what I was talking about?" Sebastian murmured to the kid, feeling utterly embarrassed himself. "Hey, Santana- let's get out of here, I heard they ran out of cumbia songs, why don't we go to Breadsticks, aren't you hungry?"
"Nah, not really. Besides, there's food upstairs. And Brittany's not here yet. You sure you told her I was going to be here with your lame ass?"
"Brittany?" The brunet, short kid asked, who by the way still stood there. "And you're Santana?"
Santana gave him a cold, disgusted glare. "Who the hell are you?"
The kid's gesture turned out scared, and Sebastian couldn't help a chuckle.
"Don't take it personally, kid. That's how she says hi."
"Right. I'm Blaine Anderson. And I just saw Brittany upstairs. I go to school with her brother, Kurt. We're friends. I guess" he babbled. Gosh, he looked sweaty, Sebastian noticed, and the purple glitter on his forehead was melting down to his temples. "I mean, he was my boyfriend, not long ago."
Sebastian's stomach jumped. No way. So this was Kurt's one guy. Not bad. He looked handsome, Sebastian guessed, just a little bit too uninteresting to him.
Also, did that mean Kurt was here? Was this the party Kurt had ditched him for?
Santana grabbed Sebastian's arm, violently. "The hell we're doing here! Let's go upstairs!"
"Wait!" Sebastian warned her, "there are actual kids up there, San. You need to behave yourself."
Santana made a disgusted face and slapped his arm. "You behave yourself, you asshole. I'm perfectly fine" she scoffed, then thought it better and grabbed a lipstick from her purse. "Be right back."
She disappeared for the bathroom, and Sebastian noticed that Blaine guy was still standing there.
"Kid, no one's gonna buy you a drink" Sebastian chuckled.
"Oh" Blaine blushed, but came a little bit closer to Sebastian, "not even you?" he asked, flirty but timid at the same time.
"Whoa- this is freakish" Sebastian jumped on his seat, thinking of Kurt, unsettled. "So, uh- are you alone here? Brittany and his brother are also upstairs…?"
"Yeah, they are" Blaine answered, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian. "I can take you there, if you want, but I think the movie quest is about to start."
"So what?" Sebastian asked, confused.
"You know Kurt?" Blaine asked back, amused. Sebastian frowned, because he really didn't. "He loves those. I'm just hiding here until they're done."
Of course he does, Sebastian thought to himself. Kurt looked like the kind of person that loved silly things like those.
Sebastian felt a tight, harsh hold on his arm and was pulled towards the stairs. Santana was raging upstairs, and somehow she had managed to smell nicely again, and look slightly prettier. I mean, she still looked wasted as fuck.
"There she is" she mumbled, but appeared to have lost her courage as soon as she spotted Brittany. She turned to face Sebastian. "Okay, now what?!" She asked him, desperate.
"San, you're sweating" Sebastian noticed, amused. "I've never seen you lose your cool like this before" he chuckled. God it felt nice seeing Santana in pain.
The latina girl slapped his forearm. "Help me, bastard!"
"All right, all right. But you're not gonna like it" he warned her.
"What do you mean I'm not gonna-"
"HEY BRITTANY!" Sebastian screamed, simply.
Santana looked outraged, but she didn't say a thing, because Brittany was already jumping her way to them.
"Hey, Sebastian!" The girl hugged him really tight, like they hadn't seen each other in ages, when it hadn't been more than hours. "Hey, San" Brittany grinned, then hesitated for a minute and kissed her on the cheek. "Was that an appropriate place for two people who are not talking to each other?" She asked Sebastian, confused.
Sebastian snorted, "I'd say so."
Santana had gone pale. "What are you- hu. What are you doing here, Brit?" She asked, trying to seem casual about it.
Brittany gave her a puzzled look. "What am I doing here…? Sebastian told me you wanted me here, so I came" she explained, flashing her teeth on a bright smile.
"Sebastian!" Santana scolded him. "That is not what I asked you to do, you useless motherf-"
"Why? You didn't want me here? Are you not happy that I'm here?" The blonde asked, at the edge of tears.
Sebastian took that as his cue to leave. Enough of the nonsense. Now he only needed to find Kurt. But wait. What was he supposed to do, then? He was on his own. Kurt would probably be with his friends. He had no social leverage whatsoever.
"You didn't find him?" That Blaine guy was next to him once again.
"Find who?" Sebastian asked, disoriented.
"Kurt. He's right there" he pointed at a group of kids that were sitting on the floor while attentively listening to a woman talk. The woman looked like an old hippie. And she was… wait, was she smoking?
"I wasn't looking for him" Sebastian defended, "I was- well, I was just- looking around."
Blaine shrugged, then left him standing there and joined Kurt's group.
"Now we choose our partners- this should work better if you couple up, kids. Quickly, pair up" the hippie woman said, and Sebastian hurried before it was too late.
"I'm with Ku-" a blonde girl was starting to say when Sebastian grabbed Kurt's hand sort of abruptly.
"Taken. Sorry" he told the blonde. Kurt looked at him then with really wide eyes.
"Sebastian? What-" Kurt looked at their entangled hands, "what are you doing here?"
"Sebastian" a freakishly tall guy stated, going a little pale.
"Sebastian who?" a really petite girl asked, examining Sebastian from head to toes.
Only the blonde girl who he had stolen Kurt from didn't look surprised. She was giving him a questioning and judging look instead.
"Sebastian is- uh- Brittany's friend" Kurt said, awkwardly. "Yeah, he's- always crashing at my place" he explained, which wasn't a lie, but made Sebastian's stomach twirl, "so we've met for a while. Hey" he punched Sebastian playfully on the ribs, then let go of his hand, "how are you doing, Seb? My sister said you were joining us."
"Yeah, took me a while to find you" Sebastian smirked, "I was looking for some fabulous outfits; got the wrong directions, I guess" he looked at Kurt's glitter pants, amused.
Kurt folded his arms, annoyed already, "The theme's supposed to be the 70s, you knew that, chipmunk?"
Sebastian chuckled, then threw an arm around the kid, "I'm messing with you, petit."
Kurt blushed, and the rest of his friends kept observing them, to make things more awkward.
The old hippie woman had paired up everyone already and was screaming: "Don't forget to pick a card!"
"Let's go" Sebastian grabbed Kurt's hand once again and took them away from there, not without picking a card first, thanks to Kurt's complaints.
The rest of the kids paired up as well: the two girls made one team, and the tall guy with Blaine made another. Sebastian took Kurt behind the curtains so they could say 'hi' to each other in a proper way.
He grabbed Kurt by the waist and kissed him, warm but calmly, and felt himself recharge. It honestly worked like a fix.
"Hi" Sebastian whispered over Kurt's eyelids, planting another kiss on his forehead. "So this is what you ditched me for?"
Kurt looked conflicted, but also happy. Come on! Of course he looked happy to see Sebastian. It was only natural, Sebastian figured.
"Uh-hu" Kurt nodded, but went straight for another kiss right after. "How stupid of me."
"Indeed" Sebastian nuzzled down his neck, kissing it softly. Then went a little higher and kissed Kurt's cheek. "It's a good thing we've got such tacky friends, isn't it."
"Yeah" Kurt agreed, not even able to open his eyes now that Sebastian was nibbling on his neck again. And back at his lips. And on to his earlobe. "Thank God."
"And yet you seemed to have some complaints about my plans and our bed time..." Sebastian clicked his tongue, playfully calling him out.
"Again, how very, very stupid of me" Kurt breathed out, sinking his fingers on Sebastian's hair, delicately.
"Yeah, we should have you checked" Sebastian played along, then let his skin be kissed by Kurt's soft lips, all over his clavicles, "'cause see, there's this one bed, asking me so desperately for an introduction to you..."
Kurt smiled against Sebastian's neck now, his hands stroking his torso so gently it was heaven. "Well, why should I be so rude. I must meet that bed."
Sebastian chuckled, blissfully. Then squeezed the kid closer and hid his nose on Kurt's crook. It smelled so good…
"This is how we're saying 'hi' from now on" he suggested.
"I'm on board" Kurt smiled, pulling away a little just to smile at him with his eyes as well.
It was a weird feeling, having Kurt giving him that smile and that look. It made Sebastian want to be nicer to him, for some reason. Not that he was actually bad or anything, but maybe… maybe he hadn't had the best intentions at heart with Kurt so far.
"You wanna do this?" Sebastian fished out the card from his pocket and showed it to Kurt.
Kurt's face lightened up. Yeah, Blaine hadn't lied to him. Kurt loved those silly movie quests. And he obviously didn't know much about the kid yet.
"Do you wanna do that?" Kurt chuckled, suspiciously.
"What are you talking about? These movie quests? They rock" Sebastian chuckled. "Let's go win this thing."
"There's no prize" Kurt pointed out, amused, "you know that, right?"
"Mm. Maybe not for those suckers" Sebastian whispered while he squeezed Kurt's ass.