I recently posted some of my one shots to my AO3 account and so far I have had three comments on the same one asking for a sequel. And I want to do one for it because I did leave it open for one and it was so much fun writing it. It was the first time I have ever written from Sebastian’s point of view and I want to challenge myself to do it again.
The downside is that I am drawing a complete blank. I need some inspiration/prompts to get this thing going because I really want to expand this little fic into a series perhaps.
So if anyone has any prompts/ideas they would like to see in a sequel to Death Before Decaf, please send them to me and I will try to work on them this week.
No spoilers ahead, just an apology and a little rambling to get it off my chest.
To the people who will read my OWABB fic... I’m so sorry!
I am finishing up the editing this morning so that it will be ready to post later tonight in preparation for my submission to the Mods tomorrow. I won’t say much because I don’t want to break the rules about talking about the fic’s plot points themselves. But my twinsie and beta, totoropirate said she teared up during one part and while I knew it was an emotional section, I don’t think I fully understood what I was doing at the time.
I wrote this fic is spurts and jumped around in the story since I fully outlined this fic. When it came to this chapter, I always had the option when I thought it was getting too angsty to go somewhere else in the fic and write something lighter.
Anyone who has read my other little pieces of fic knows that I am not angsty when I write. I like fluff and sarcasm and smut. I leave the angst to my twin. So for her to say that I wrote something like that, I simply brushed it off but apologized for ‘hurting her heart.’
Now, I am approximately halfway through the angsty section of the fic and I feel like I owe everyone an apology before you even read it! I have felt tears burn in the top of my nose and I keep trying to find something to distract myself with (this post) so that I can take a break from the emotions I keep getting hit with.
I am not trying to offer up a humble brag by any means, but I truly want to share a kind hearted warning and apology that my new fic can cause a ‘serious case of the feels’ as they say.
I hope you all like it and don’t set about bringing your pitchforks and torches to my virtual doorstep. My ask is always open if you want to discuss or ask some questions about the fic after it’s submitted tomorrow (July 11) at 2pm before you dive in.
I’m making progress on my OWAB fic finally this week. I haven’t had the chance to sit down to write in over 5 days which is killing me because I have the whole story fully planned out except the last two-three chapters. Thankfully I have a notebook with every chapter/scene broken down to motivate me to finish.
Chapter 1- complete
Chapter 2- one more scene
Chapter 3- complete
Chapter 4- half a scene left, most of which will be moved verbatim from my notebook.
Chapter 5- nothing, got to start this soon.
Chapter 6- 1/3 complete but more that is easily brought over from the notebook.
Chapter 7- one scene left.
Chapter 8- not started
Chapter 9- 3.5 scenes left, one of which is smut so it will go by quickly.
Chapter 10-12 not planned yet due to needing to conference with my beta.
So far it’s looking like I might be on track to finish this fic by the end of the month and then having another month to edit and beta the hell out of it.
I saw an AU prompt list and the one below screamed Westallen friendship to me. I hope you enjoy! And a special thank you to totoropirate for reading it and encouraging me to post my first attempt at fic for The Flash.
"This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket" AU
Rating: PG (for one small instance of very mild language)
Word Count: 490
This is Westallen friendship and Iris/Eddie is mentioned briefly.
This wasn't happening. It just couldn't.
Iris sighed, giving up, and sat down in the middle of the cereal aisle of her favorite grocery store. The only grocery store that sold her favorite type of pop-tarts.
Was it pathetic? Yep. Did she care? Absolutely not.
Eddie had to cancel their lunch date due work and Iris knew that he wouldn't blow her off if it wasn't necessary.
To add on top of that, her new editor decided she hadn't been pulling her weight and getting enough information about The Flash for her to keep her position. If she didn't get something soon, she was going to end up back at Jitters. And while it wasn't the worst job she had ever had, it wasn't a prized internship at Central City Picture News.
But the cherry on top of today's list of epic worries and let-downs, was when she left work to find that someone has sideswiped her car and broke one of her side mirrors clean off.
Pop-tarts weren't normally worthy of crying over, but today... Dammit, Iris really needed the comfort and though sitting on a dirty grocery store floor and acting a little petulant wasn't her first choice, it was helping her a little.
A throat cleared above her and Iris swiped at the traitorous tears that had leaked out of her eyes and down her cheeks.
"I know. I shouldn't be down on the floor." Iris sighed and made to use her hands to help her stand back up. "It's just been a crappy day and I needed a minute to-"
A hand was held out right in front of her offering help. She looked higher to see the face of the owner of the hand.
"Barry!"
He was standing there with own hand still outstretched and another holding the handle to a bright yellow shopping basket.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, Joe called. He said that your car got hit and I know Eddie had to cancel today." Iris watched as he floundered adorably as he tried to not mention what he knew to be a very bad day. "Plus I know you've been stressed trying to get a good article to turn in... So I figured I would surprise you."
Barry reached into his basket and pulled out a bright blue box and Iris couldn't help but smile.
"I know they're your favorite pick-me-up, so I thought I would try and save you a trip." Barry shrugged his shoulders. "Looks like great minds think alike."
He handed her the box and she gratefully took it and smiled.
"Yeah, but you Barry, are in a league all your own. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Iris."
"Come on. Let's go to Dad's and we can devour these puppies with some ice-cold milk."
Barry held out his arms to escort her to the check out and Iris thought that today was definitely starting to look a little brighter.
Warnings: Situations resembling a Dominant/submissive relationship in regards to powerplay, slight breathplay, infidelity if you squint really hard (Kurt and Blaine are together but nothing really happens).
Word count: 1617
Summary: Kurt is tired of Sebastian's antics and ends up learning more about his rival than he ever needed to know while Sebastian realizes he was wrong in more ways than one. AU from where the "I Want You Back" performance would have aired.
AN: I have never written anything like this before. I have written smut but this isn't really smut. This came about from rewatching the "I Want You Back" scene and for some reason only just noticing Kurt wearing leather gloves (don't ask). I then rambled about a loose plot bunny to crazykattlady, huntingmyths, and totoropirate in a hangout and was yelled at to "Write the Thing!" Please enjoy!
Got Your Tongue?
Kurt walked back through the halls of Dalton alone as his wiggled his fingers deeper into his supple, black leather gloves. He had convinced Blaine to ride back in Rachel’s car with her, Artie, and Santana under the guise that he needed to check in with the records department to make sure all of his previous credits had transferred back to McKinley. All in all, it was a great excuse. Blaine knew how badly Kurt wanted to make sure that he got the hell out of McKinley and Lima too. He simply kissed Kurt on the cheek and climbed in the backseat to continue talking to Santana about set lists and strategies that would help them beat his former choir-mates.
The majority of the Warblers had left the Senior Commons by the time that Kurt had made it back. Sebastian was holding court with a few underclassmen that Kurt didn’t remember from his small stint with the group.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Kurt interrupted their conversation not caring one bit if he came off as rude. “I need to speak with your captain for a moment. Alone.”
The icy tone of his voice shocked the remaining Warblers. Kurt noticed that even though Sebastian had cockily stuffed his hands in his pockets and tried to appear nonchalant, he swallowed hard and nervously at Kurt’s tone. The others seemed to sense the seriousness of the situation and quickly grabbed their bags and left the room while closing the double doors behind them. Kurt spared a quick glance at the now closed doors and noted that they had been set to lock upon shutting.
He nodded to himself as he crossed the room silently to the windows.
“You know, if I had to peg someone to come back and ‘give me a talking to’, I would have guessed Ricky Martin’s female stunt double. Not you.”
Kurt didn’t respond. He simply lifted his arms and pulled the corded curtain tie loose and let the first panel straighten fully to the floor. The room darkened a touch at the loss of light as he pulled the second one to completely cover the first window.
“It is such a waste of energy trying to heat a room in winter when all this glass is exposed. But I doubt you patronizing, rich boys think about things like that, do you?” Kurt mused as he reached the center window and pulled the two cords at the same time.
He could feel Sebastian’s eyes on him but didn’t hurry to turn to meet his stare. The air of confidence he was exuding was sure to make his competition at unease which was Kurt’s main ploy. When Kurt heard Sebastian making his way to the last window he knew the other boy’s curiosity was getting the better of him.
Kurt turned to walk to the last window to find Sebastian leaning against the built-in bookcases surrounding the fireplace that was still ablaze.
“I always liked this room for my study sessions.” Kurt watched Sebastian’s brow furrow in question. “Oh, I see that little tidbit never made its way into your conversations with my boyfriend, did it? Blaine and I met here. I attended Dalton for a short while. I was even a Warbler as well. Funny how quickly some people are content to forget that.”
“Obviously you didn’t leave a big enough impression.” Sebastian seemed to think that his quip would hurt Kurt’s ego and knock the confidence he had never seen before down a notch.
“I can assure you,” Kurt started as he deftly pulled the cord to block out the last window completely. “I know how to leave an impression.”
Kurt looked down again unzipped his coat from where it was closed on the right side and unbuttoned the catches that kept it closed smoothly. He shrugged it off of his shoulders and faced Sebastian while tugging his gloves and flexing his fingers to make the leather creak against itself. When he looked up again, Sebastian had dropped all his pretenses of being an aloof, confident playboy.
Kurt noticed that Sebastian had loosened his necktie and undone his top buttons of the crisp uniform shirt he wore effortlessly. But more than that, Sebastian held his hands loose at his sides for once. It was the first time that Kurt had seen them empty and in a stoic stance; they were usually in his pockets, or clutching a drink, be it coffee or a vodka tonic, or doing both. Sebastian’s body always took on a defensive bearing when around Kurt even if his words were anything but.
As Kurt approached Sebastian, he saw the other boy try to take another step back and stumbled against the molding at the bottom of the bookcase, forgetting he was already back as far as he could get.
“You aren’t intimidated by little ol’ me are you Sebastian?” Kurt made a tutting noise while closing that last of the distance. He could smell the light scent of tea tree and a touch of citrus that came off of Sebastian’s skin.
“Not in your wildest dreams, Little Debbie.” Sebastian’s insult was witty and stunned Kurt momentarily with the sharpness of his words but his actual voice belied his confidence and Kurt swooped in for the kill.
He raised his hand and tugged gently on the loosened knot of Sebastian’s tie and thrilled when the other’s breath hitched on his next intake of air. He hooked his fingers between the fabrics of the shirt and tie and tugged on the tie gently to force Sebastian to look down into his eyes instead of straight ahead where they were trying to look past him.
Sebastian’s eyes were clouded with barely restrained need. Kurt noticed Sebastian’s pulse racing while watching the veins in his neck throb at a quickened pace.
“Interesting, Mister Smythe.” Kurt said with a little tease at his observations.
“I bet there are several things you would find interesting,” Sebastian snapped back; his eyes momentarily clearing. “You have lived in this backwater state for the length of your entirely boring life. I would even bet you would find the opening of a new Wal-Mart exciting.”
“Oh, now that was not nice at all.” Kurt flicked his fingers free of the tie quickly and pressed his leather-clad hand just under Sebastian’s Adam’s apple. “I think you need to be quiet and just listen for a few minutes. Do you think you can manage that?”
Kurt watched Sebastian’s eyes glaze over again before rolling back and closing. Sebastian’s body also sagged against the shelves behind him as if in relief.
“I need to hear words Sebastian. Answer me. Now.” Kurt felt Sebastian’s throat work to swallow under his hand and a rush of hot want struck him unexpectedly.
“Yes, sir.”
Goosebumps started to appear at the base of Kurt’s neck near his hairline and swiftly traveled down the length of his spine. The sensation along with hearing the supplication in Sebastian’s voice tore through him. Feeling powerful and needed turned on Kurt like nothing he had experienced before. The rush of being able to control something as simple as someone else’s ability to breathe made him tighten the fairly loose hold he had on Sebastian’s throat.
When Sebastian’s body relaxed further into a slump, Kurt slid up onto his tiptoes to whisper directly into his ear.
“I will not stand for your games any longer. You will stop being petulant. You will stop plotting against New Directions. And you will stop trying to weasel Blaine away from me. Am I being perfectly clear?”
Kurt pulled his lips away so that he could watch Sebastian’s reaction to his demands. Sebastian maintained his docile stance and facial expression.
“You may speak now, Sebastian.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.” Sebastian said with a wispy voice due to Kurt’s hand. He slowly rolled his head forward from where he had rested it on the bookcase pinning Kurt’s hand more firmly in place.
“Lift your head Sebastian and look at me.” When the action followed, Kurt continued. “Now that we understand each other, I expect you to be a good boy and keep your word. You will not like it if I have to come back here to remind you.”
Kurt gradually released his hold on Sebastian’s neck while talking to him. By the time he finished, he was gently rubbing him thumb in the shallow ‘v’ of Sebastian’s clavicle. He risked a glance down towards Sebastian’s crotch and noticed a larger than normal budge. Kurt took one more chance at pushing his luck and dominance into Sebastian.
This time when he lifted onto his toes to whisper in Sebastian’s ear, he leaned his whole body into Sebastian’s to press against him.
“Be a good boy for me.”
Kurt retreated and was halfway towards the doors before he glanced back over his shoulder to see Sebastian start to shake himself out of his temporary daze. He slipped out of the doors and walked towards his car without sparing another thought to the Warbler struggling to regain his wits and trying to figure out how he had pegged Kurt Hummel so wrongly.
*
Later that night, Sebastian wore a leather glove while stroking his hardened cock. He recalled the light voice in his ear telling him to be a good boy as he came. And after his cleaned himself up, he began to plot and plan a way to get Kurt to wrap his hands around any part of his body again.
Rating: PG/Everyone (some mildly suggestive innuendos, nothing too bad)
Word count: 1558
Summary: anonymous prompted: Famous!Sebastian meets Kurt at the Spotlight Diner. Sebastian stops for a late lunch after a morning full of press stops for his new movie and becomes intrigued by his server. Never met before AU.
Notes: Here is a picture of the sign that inspired the title. Sebastian is 23 and Kurt is 20 in this fic. Also, if anyone has any more prompts for me, my ask box is open!
Sebastian paced back and forth in front of the floor to ceiling windows that surrounded the living area of his hotel suite. He listened as his agent and friend, Trent, went through Sebastian’s schedule for the day before he cut him off.
Trent looked up from the huge binder-like calendar he kept for listing appointments down to the minute.
“Yes, I did Mister Bossypants. Just because I didn’t say ‘11:35 eat a turkey sandwich’, doesn’t mean I didn’t leave breaks for nourishment.” Trent rolled his eyes so hard Sebastian thought he might sprain them. “Besides, we both know you get nervous and jumpy when talking to the press for extended periods of time. So I’ll have light snacks in my bag and when we are done for the day, I’ll take you out for a nice, greasy burger. How does that sound?”
“As long as you’re paying, I don’t care.” Sebastian volleyed and turned to resume pacing out his nerves by wearing a path in the lush cream carpet.
“I’m your agent. You pay me, so it’s your money anyway Smartass.”
When Sebastian turned to glare at his friend come agent, Trent’s head was already back down and a very un-Trent-like smirk played along his lips.
*
“I swear to every god that has ever been worshipped on this Earth, if you book me on that show again Trent, I will freeze all your underwear into three foot thick bricks of ice and put itching powder in your sheets.” Sebastian fumed under his breath on his way to their waiting Navigator to the next stop for the day. When the door had closed behind them he began to mumble and mimic the interviewer in a high pitched and overly girly voice.
“‘Sebastian this is such a different look for you in this movie. Was it hard to play a character that is so much older than you?’ I mean, seriously? How old does she think I am? Does no one do their homework before these things? I’m twenty three! Not twelve.”
“Alright, ease up there tiger. She was just reading from her cards. The likelihood that she prepped the interview herself was slim to none. That’s what interns are for.”
“Fine.” Sebastian barely succeeded in not crossing his arms in a petulant rage like a 5 year old. “What do we have next?”
“XM Radio interview.”
“Oh thank God! Those guys are easy to deal with and never take callers during the interviews.”
Sebastian didn’t notice Trent roll his eyes and mutter his own ‘thank God’ while he focused on his phone and pulled a granola bar out of his messenger bag to toss on Sebastian’s lap.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
*
After two more interviews, the Navigator pulled along the front of a small diner with windows covered in neon. One of them proclaimed ‘Death before Decaf’ and Sebastian chuckled before nudging Trent to look at the sign as well.
“Obviously you have found your people Smythe.”
Sebastian didn’t rise to the bait but found himself exiting the backseat as fast as possible at the thought of strong coffee and something greasy and covered in cheese. Trent was shaking his head at him as he followed.
As soon as Sebastian opened the door he could feel the caffeine already starting to infuse his tired mind and body through just smelling the coffee. The tables were a cheaply laminated bright red with ribbed metal trim. The black and white checkered floor is a little dingy from wear, but looking at the ‘OPEN 24 HOURS’ sign Sebastian could see why the place was a little rundown.
You can’t actually make a ton of repairs or remodel when you are open for customers all day, Sebastian told himself.
The server that came to greet them upon entering was cheerful and polite and seemed to not notice who Sebastian was. Or if she did, she didn’t freak out and act like a complete fangirl. She took them to a small, two-seater booth near the corner of the dinner and they slid into the red vinyl covered seats. Then she placed two menus down along with their napkin-rolled silverware.
“Can I get you guys some water or coffee while you look through the menu?”
“Coffee.” Trent and Sebastian both desperately answered causing the server to giggle a little before assuring that it would be brought right out.
Sebastian kept his eyes down and read through the menu. He took note of the usual diner-esque food: burgers, breakfast all day, a wide variety of shakes and dessert items. The names however made him snicker quite a few times.
“Rocky Horror Rueben?” Sebastian was hoping that Trent was seeing the same thing he was.
“Patty Simcox’ Patty Melt.” Trent was definitely as amused as he was.
They traded menu item names back and forth looking for the most outrageous until a deft hand slid two mugs onto the table from an out of sight tray. Sebastian didn’t pay much attention to who was actually pouring the coffee into his mug but when he heard the lilting voice with a slightly masculine tone, he raised he gaze.
“Yeah, I don’t know what Gunther was thinking when he came up with some of those names.” The server who wore a name tag that read ‘Kurt’ said while finishing pouring Trent’s mug full of coffee. “I’m Kurt. Welcome to the Spotlight Diner. Our specials today are the Beauty and the Feast, which is a huge mix and match breakfast platter and the loaded Billie Flynn cheese fries.”
Sebastian was stuck momentarily silent while he watched the guy’s mouth form around the words with a warm, inviting smile on his face. In the background of his mind he heard Trent ordering something and didn’t snap out of his staring until he felt a sharp pain in his shin.
“Are you the beauty that comes with the feast? Or does that cost extra?”
The warm and inviting smile that Kurt had once been showing them dimmed a little at Sebastian’s unintentional suggestion.
“If you implying that I can be bought? No, I am not on the menu.” Kurt quirked his smile up a touch. “But if I was, I would be very expensive and worthy every penny. Now, what are you having?”
“Can I get the Rueben with turkey, please?” Sebastian smiled widely now that he was sure he hadn’t closed any doors with this particularly nice male specimen.
“Absolutely.” Kurt kept a playful smile on his face. “Did you want fries, onion rings, sweet potato mash or garlic mash with that?”
“Fries.”
“Alright guys. I’ll have that ready for you soon.”
Sebastian watched Kurt leave the table and cross all the way behind the high-top counter to hook their meal ticket onto the line at the kitchen window. When he turned back to look a Trent, he saw his friend shaking his head slowly. Sebastian grinned wider and nodded slowly in return.
“No.” Trent said firmly then proceeded to whine when Sebastian didn’t drop his stare. “Come on.”
“Trent, old buddy, old pal… How long are we in New York?” Sebastian batted his eyelashes trying to appear as the picture of innocence.
“Not long enough for what you’re thinking. You and I have a flight back to LA tonight. In about,” Trent shook his left arm and looked down at his watch. “Five hours. Part of which, you have to spend repacking and getting to the airport. So the answer is no.”
Sebastian fell back in his seat and racked his brain trying to think of a plan to get himself to either stay in New York longer or how to get back sooner. Either way, he knew Kurt would be worth it. Not a lot of people would be willing to stand up to him, even fewer would dare to snap back at him. He was intrigued. Trent’s sigh brought him out of his musings.
“Listen, Seb. You have a small project lined up when you get back that shouldn’t take long. And after that, your next film is supposed to film here in New York anyway. It’s supposed to start filming in a month. I know you aren’t going to drop this, so if you can get his number… You just have to wait until then. Alright?”
“Alright.”
They ate quickly and greedily when Kurt brought their food out to them. He kept their mugs full of hot coffee and when they declined dessert (though Sebastian made another grasp at an innuendo for Kurt being his happy ending to the meal), he brought their check to them.
Next to the total due line there was a number scribbled down next to a smiley face. Sebastian reached into his wallet to pull out enough cash to cover the whole bill plus tip ignoring Trent’s raised eyebrows.
“Things are looking up, my dear Trent.” Sebastian smiled and whistled a cheerful tune as they left the diner while pocketing Kurt’s number. He knew that he wouldn’t wait long to text the man; he just hoped that Kurt would still be available in a month’s time when Sebastian was back in New York.
teardropfires responded to my call for prompts asking for a sequel to Trouble Lurking (T, FFN, AO3). I asked for a little bit more detail for what she wanted to see and got this response: Hmm, I'd like to see them reacting to finding out that they've been discovered. Maybe they thought they were ready to be public but their friends aren't exactly supportive? OR maybe a prequel, how they started dating?
So here is the prequel to Trouble Lurking. This is the car that Sebastian has. And the two songs mentioned while Kurt is driving are Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd and You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC.
Classic Rock and Locked Cars
Rated: K/Everyone
Word count: 1598
Summary: Kurt takes a AAA call to unlock a car at the Lima Bean and meets someone new. Prequel to Trouble Lurking.
It had been a long day at the garage already and it was only 2:30. Kurt sighed as he focused back on the shelves in front of him and the inventory clipboard in his hands. He checked and double checked all the part numbers and logged them in the appropriate columns on his papers.
Kurt walked back out into the main bays of the garage and the sound of 80’s rock poured out of the tinny speakers of an old boom box radio. The thing was probably as old as Kurt himself, but he knew his dad didn’t need anything newer or fancier around all the tools and grease of the shop.
“You done already, kiddo?” Burt looked up from under the hood of a massive, rusty pick-up truck.
“No. And it will probably take me another two days to account for everything before I put it into the computers.” Kurt gave his dad a hard look. “Next time you guys use a part, just leave the empty box in a crate or something by the office door and I will update the inventory stock on the computer once a week. It will save us all a massive headache in the future.”
Kurt watched as Burt raised his brows in indignation while one of his other mechanics snickered in the background. He responded to his father’s look with a matching one of his own as if to say, “See, even your employees know this is a good idea too.”
“Alright, alright. You win. I’ll get one of those plastic milk crate bins to put by the door and you can catalog to your heart’s content.” Kurt nodded at his father’s somewhat condescending yet loving tone. “And while you’re taking a break, can you look at the triple-A ticker and see if anything has come up? I haven’t checked in over an hour. This rust bucket needs some extra attention.”
Kurt nodded at Burt, but he had already turned back to ‘the rust bucket’. The ticker had a few calls listed but all had been answered by other places while the rest of the garage had been busy. When Kurt was about to return back to his boring day a new request popped up.
*Assistance need to unlock a ’67 Mustang, tag number 254-NEK at 1839 Humphrey Ave.*
“A request just came in to unlock a car at the Lima Bean, Dad. Want me to answer it?”
“Only if you want to go do it. But you have to take the tow truck.”
Kurt grimaced at the thought of driving the oversized truck into the small Lima Bean parking lot, but he was desperate to get away from part numbers for a few minutes. That and the promise of an iced mocha for a pick-me-up outweighed it.
He quickly hit the answer call button and grabbed the truck keys from the peg board behind the counter.
“You guys want anything from the bean while I’m there?” Kurt shouted to the guys of the cacophony of compression drills and metal clanking.
Burt popped his head up once again with a raised eyebrow. He looked Kurt straight in the eye and then nodded in the direct of the shop’s old and dilapidated Mr. Coffee pot. Kurt huffed his breath out through his nose sharply.
Of course, the guys here would prefer gruel from a 10 year or machine than a nice fresh expresso. Kurt shook his head and strode out to climb into the tow truck.
Kurt was glad that he had left his normal layers off today since the truck didn’t have a good air conditioning system. He manually rolled down the windows on both sides before starting the loud diesel engine and heading to the Lima Bean.
The wind blowing through the cabin ruffled and pushed up the sleeves of his old, heather grey Hummel Tires t-shirt. He reached over to turn the radio up and realized quickly that the last person to drive had left it on a classic rock station. It was better than nothing, and considering it would distract him too much to search through stations turning the ancient radio knobs, he left it alone.
The song had a melancholy guitar line and lyrics, but the words struck a chord with Kurt, despite the heteronormative pronouns. Slowly the beat picked up speed and Kurt found himself bobbing his head faster and thumping his fingers along the top of the cab where it rested out of the open window. By the end of the song, Kurt had devolved to playing air drums against the steering wheel.
The DJ came on at the end of the song to announce the next song in their “50 minute, commercial free, block of classic rock” and Kurt rolled his eyes at the intensity with which the man obviously enjoyed his job. The next song that came on reminded Kurt of something he had hear Finn and Puck blasting out of Puck’s truck at some point while sing/screaming at the top of their lungs. Kurt blushed at some of the lyrics but figured they were right up Puck’s alley if all his boasting about his pool boy perks were true.
Kurt pulled into the Lima Bean parking lot and pulled into the open spot along the driver side of the Mustang he was going to unlock. He turned down the radio slightly before shutting off the engine and hopped out to access the tool box hidden in the side of the truck to fish out the car snake. He unfolded the simple piece of metal and started to walk around the back of the truck to the car.
A low whistle greeted his ears and he jerked his head up. The owner of the car had apparently been sitting down in the shade of the passenger side and stood up after Kurt pulled in. The boy trailed his eyes up and down Kurt’s body and when they finally rested back on Kurt’s face, Kurt quirked an eyebrow and put on his best bitch face.
“Are you done?” Kurt asked when the other didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t know a mechanic could be this hot. Plus you came with your own seductive theme music. Can you blame me?”
Kurt threw his head back and laughed.
“Is that the best line you got?”
“Sorry. I was temporarily struck dumb by your inherent sex appeal and gorgeous eyes. Is that better?”
“Eh, it was alright. I’m Kurt.”
He moved the snake to his left hand and held his right out to shake the other boy’s hand.
“Sebastian.”
When Sebastian lingered with the handshake, Kurt blushed and started to withdraw for them.
“Well, I’m just gonna pop your lock for you and you can get outta here.”
Kurt approached the driver’s window and slid the thin metal between the glass and the gasket. He poked his tongue out in concentration while he waited to feel the small notch catch on the lock release. When he risked a glance at Sebastian, he saw the other boy swallow hard.
Within five seconds, the lock on the inside of the car popped up and Kurt wiggled the snake loose and pulled it out of the door.
“Wow. You managed to do that without the alarm going off.”
“If you know what you’re doing, the alarm won’t be triggered from the door being unlocked through a key mechanism. And what I did was just mimic it from inside the car door instead of the outer lock. Pretty simple.”
“Yeah, pretty simple.” Sebastian said lowly to himself while still to some extent amazed and staring at his door dumbfounded.
“I just need your triple A membership number to report the job so…” Kurt suggested to gain Sebastian’s attention.
“Right.”
Sebastian opened his car, sat in the driver seat, and reached over to the glove box to hand Kurt his paperwork. Kurt took it over to the truck and hopped back in to fill out the claim slip and brought it all back over to Sebastian who was now spinning his key chain around on his index finger.
“Here you go. I just need you to sign the claim slip and you are free to go.” Kurt watched as the other boy scribbled two loopy lines on the signature line. “Maybe you should stop by a hardware store and get another key made to have in your wallet in case this happens again.”
“Ah. But see… If I do that, I can’t have you come rescue me again.”
“You’re getting better.” Kurt said with a small smile. “But you could just ask me out, you know.”
“Would you like to get coffee with me sometime?” Sebastian asked instantly.
“How about now?” Kurt offered.
Sebastian nodded and moved to walk with Kurt across the lot. When he got to the door, he held it open for Kurt. And when they placed their orders, he paid.
Kurt didn’t return to the garage for another hour and that was only because his dad called him to tell Kurt they needed the tow truck back for a job. He didn’t mind though, because Sebastian would be picking him up in a couple of hours for a movie date later anyway.
So I goofed up. I had a prompt sitting in my askbox for 13 years and today while I was trying to get my mojo going for another story I decided to write the drabble for it. So I wrote ~200 words for 'Kurtbastian soulmate au' and when I looked back at the prompt it said 'soulbond'. Sorry that it took so long Anonymous, but I hope you like it anyway. It's not what was probably expected but enjoy.
Title: Do You Believe?
Rating: PG
Word count: 239
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“Do you believe in soulmates?” Kurt asked as he traced a random pattern along the freckles and moles of Sebastian’s chest.
“You mean like two people pre-destined to end up together, regardless of their input?” When he felt Kurt nod his head against his shoulder, Sebastian continued. “No.”
Kurt stilled his hand and lifted his head to look Sebastian in the eyes. Sebastian trailed his hand along Kurt’s spine.
“What?”
“Nothing really,” Kurt assured. “I was just so used to hearing that with Blaine. I don’t know if I ever believed it though.”
“Why not?”
“Well, it’s like you said. You don’t get a choice that way.” Kurt shrugged his shoulders as best as he could while laying on his side. “I mean, I don’t believe in God or heaven and hell, why would I believe in fate and destiny?”
“Hm. I definitely agree. I don’t even like it when someone orders my lunch for me. I don’t not want a say in how I get to live my life.” Sebastian said.
“Well,” Kurt started to tease. “You seem to like it when I boss you around in bed.”
“That is completely different and you know it!” Sebastian exclaimed while rolling over to pin Kurt to the bed underneath them.
“I know.” Kurt leaned up to kiss Sebastian and as he laid his head back down, Sebastian’s followed his to keep their lips together for as long as possible.
