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Fic: Gold
Author: CJ.
Ship: Kurbastian
Summary: Kurt moved from Ohio to New York to search for his dreams. He never envisioned it going this direction. When Sebastian Smythe walks into a New York strip club to see Kurt Hummel strutting his stuff, well, there are questions that simply cannot not be asked.
Part 1/2/3
A/N: NO THIS IS NOT HOW IT ENDS IM NOT THAT EVIL!
So he waited. He sent a text to Bradley, a lie, that he had run into someone in the bathroom and probably wouldn’t be home til late. He sat down on the chair Kurt had vacated and waited, flicking idly through his facebook until he heard the click of the heeled boots Kurt had worn, and he looked up to meet angry glasz eyes.
“What the fuck are you still doing here, Sebastian?” Kurt rolled his eyes, pulling money out of his attire, folding it out on the table, ignoring, aside from his question, Sebastian’s presence altogether.
“I don’t get it, Hummel.” He replied, “I don’t get how someone who was destined for a future”— His ego hated him for saying it—“ so big suddenly finds himself stripping just to make ends meet.”
“Why is it any of your business at all, Sebastian?” Kurt turned towards him, “We weren’t friends, remember? You weren’t like, there my first year of college patting my back and spending time with me. I haven’t seen you since Regionals of my Senior year of high school, and you barge in here expecting me to just explain everything to you? Why the fuck do you even care?” Kurt hadn’t had a good blow up in a while. It felt good to yell, especially since, in his opinion, it was completely warranted. He rolled his eyes, “And I’ll repeat, what the fuck are you still doing here?”
“I care because…” Sebastian swallowed, with difficulty, his supersized pride, “I owe you. You could have used the tape, turned me over to the administration, and my high school career could have been over, but you didn’t. You did me a kindness, Kurt, and I owe you one in return. So…Let me try to understand. Come on, I’ll cover whatever else you would have made tonight, let’s go get some food, and maybe you can help me to understand.” Who was this stranger and what the hell had he done with Sebastian Smythe?
Kurt chewed on his lip, “This is about the tape? Senior year? That’s why you’re here, interrupting my counting my money, which, after waxing, is the most important part of my job?” Kurt scoffed. “You can go, Sebastian, I absolve you of your guilt. Get the fuck out of my dressing room.”
Sebastian scoffed, “You must really be ashamed of this, huh? Of the reason you’re doing this? Because otherwise, why are you trying to get me to leave so fucking badly?” He stood, still standing a few inches taller than Kurt.
“Maybe because life has moved on, we’re both grown men now, and despite your pea sized brain, you should be able to figure out that I’m just telling you to FUCK. OFF.” Kurt pushed Sebastian away from him, turning to the mirror.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, but finally, left without argument.
