Summary: Set after The Break-Up. Blaine expects that he'll be able to win Kurt back easily. What he doesn't expect is for Kurt to already be with someone else.
Warnings: AU where Sebastian is Kurt's year and goes to NYU because why the fuck not?
Author's Note: Based off of this post.
Kurt wraps his arms around Sebastian and nips at his lower lip. "Handcuffs or not?"
"Who gets to use them?" Sebastian asks. He groans as their cocks slide together and reaches up, tugging through Kurt's hair.
"Well, I do of course."
"That's no fair."
"You always complain beforehand, and the moment I have you pinned down, you're begging for more." Kurt smirks, and Sebastian scowls up at him.
"The power's gone to your head."
"Look who's talking, Smythe." Kurt kisses down Sebastian's neck, stopping to suck at his collar. His tongue runs along the skin before he bites down, and Sebastian groans, continuing to rock against him.
Kurt pulls back after a moment and grins at the hickey he's left. "Mine," Kurt says before kissing Sebastian again.
There's the sound of muted voices behind the door before it opens, and Kurt and Sebastian pull apart, reaching for blankets with which to cover themselves. "Jesus, Rach, you knew we were --"
Kurt cuts off as he sees Blaine standing at the door, Rachel behind him. "I tried to stop him," Rachel says weakly.
"Are you really going to give me that?" Kurt asks.
"What happened to us?" He sounds angry, and Kurt rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.
"There is no us."
"I thought we were going to work this out. We were supposed to --"
"Do a lot of things before you cheated on me. I have zero obligations to you," Kurt says.
"I'd be careful what you say, Anderdwarf," Sebastian muttered.
"So, what, you wait until I leave and then hook up with the first guy to give you attention?" Blaine asks. The words sound harsh coming out of his mouth, and he must realize it too because he quickly adds, "I didn't mean..."
"You meant exactly that," Kurt says. He grits his teeth, and Sebastian glares at Blaine before wrapping an arm possessively around Kurt.
"He owes you nothing," Sebastian says, "so, you can fuck off and go back to the other losers at the dump you call a school."
Blaine glares at Sebastian, and Rachel steps forward, clearing her throat. "Let's give them some room to get dressed and wait in the living room. She grabs Blaine's arm and yanks him, giving him no room to argue before closing their door.
Kurt turns to Sebastian and buries his head against his chest. "I hate him."
"I know," Sebastian says. He presses kiss to Kurt's lips and smiles. "You can use the handcuffs on me later to cheer yourself up."
"Well, I was going to anyway." Kurt sighs, but his lips tug up into a small smile as he gets up. He picks his clothes up from the ground and puts them on before turning to face Sebastian. Sebastian tugs his shirt on as well and nods.
They walk out, and Sebastian moves to the edge of the room. He leans against the wall and stares at Blaine, looking unimpressed. Kurt sits on the chair opposite the couch where Blaine sits.
"I just thought if I came back and apologized, we could go back to how things were..." Blaine says after a moment. He looks up at Kurt and frowns. "I didn't think you'd have a boyfriend."
"Sebastian and I aren't dating for your information," Kurt says. "And you cheated. If I'm ever going to forgive you, I need time. I don't know if things can go back to how they were."
"I'm going to make coffee," Rachel says. "Does anyone want one?" She doesn't wait for a response before getting up.
"I'll help," Sebastian says. Kurt knows he's never been particularly comfortable in these situations, and he waits until they're alone in the room before continuing.
"You can't just waltz in here. What'd you expect? That I'd be heartbroken and just waiting for you to show up?"
Blaine's silence is just as good as a yes. Kurt snorts and rolls his eyes. "Of course you did."
"I love you," Blaine says as if that's an excuse for everything.
"Don't." Kurt shakes his head. "You can stay for coffee, but then leave."
"I'm lost without you. I need you, Kurt. I know I fucked up, but you have to give me another chance," Blaine says, and Kurt stands up. He moves to pace the room and shakes his head wildly.
"I don't have to do anything." Kurt clenches his jaw. "And what about what happened with Chandler? I sent a few flirty texts, and you wanted to break up with me. You sang a song in front of the entire glee club!" He threw his hands out and shook his head.
Blaine looks down at his lap for a moment before speaking, "But why Sebastian? He almost blinded you If I hadn't saved you from that..."
"Saved me?" Kurt moves to the other side of the room and leans against the wall. "I didn't ask you to push me out of the way. And you didn't save me. He was aiming for my clothes."
"So, I thought you hated him?" Blaine asks, his voice raising. "I just don't understand. He's an asshole"
"You didn't mind him so much when he was flirting with you," Kurt says. "Besides, at least he wouldn't cheat on me."
"You know, I think I can skip that coffee," Blaine says, and he gets up, moving towards the door.
"You had your chance," Kurt calls after him.
Blaine doesn't turn around. He opens the door and slams it shut behind him. Kurt walks over to the couch and falls back on it. He feels sore and tired. There's nothing he regrets, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.
Kurt hears hushed whispers as Sebastian and Rachel walk into the room, and, after a moment, he feels hands on his shoulders, squeezing and massaging them. "Ignore him. He's an asshole," Sebastian says.
"I thought you liked him," Kurt says. He leans back into Sebastian's touch, and Rachel sits down next to him.
"We still have some of that cheesecake ice cream," she says.
Summary: Ten years down the road, Sebastian's a photographer. Kurt's a porn star and an escort. Sebastian runs into him when Kurt signs up to do a shoot.
Warnings: Mentions to Blaine cheating
Author's Note: So, this turned out a bit differently than I expected, but there you have it. Unbeta'd.
Sebastian lifts the strap of his camera case higher up on his shoulder as he walks into the studio. After taking his phone out of his pocket, he checks his schedule. The person signed up without a name, just initials – KEH. Not that Sebastian blames him. Most people who do nude shoots are porn stars or need it for private reasons.
The shoot is private, and he walks through the main hall before entering the main room. The model is behind the privacy screen. Sebastian sets his camera case down on the table. The room is already set up how the model wants it.
“I’ll be out in a moment,” the model calls, and Sebastian furrows his brow because he can’t place the voice, but it’s so familiar.
“Take your time,” Sebastian calls back. He checks his watch. It’s his last shoot of the day, and he can’t help but wonder if he’ll be hot. Sebastian takes his camera out of the bag just as the model steps out.
It almost slips out of his hands when he sees Kurt.
“What the hell, Hummel?” It’s hard not to look down, so Sebastian tries to fix his eyes on Kurt’s.
“What are you doing here?” Kurt asks, and his shoulders bend in as he covers himself.
“I’m the photographer.”
“I can see that, but – Shit.” Kurt squeezes his brow. “I’m not doing this with you. Hire someone else.”
“Like I want to see you like this anyway.” Despite himself, Sebastian lets his eyes trail down. He can’t remember Kurt ever looking like that. He’s toned, and his eyes trail down. He’s moved his hand slightly, so it covers just his thigh.
“Get your filthy eyes off of me.”
“Excuse me. My eyes are gorgeous.”
“You’re still an asshole, then,” Kurt says, moving behind the privacy screen again. “How soon can someone come here?”
“Well, we’re closing soon for the day, and we’re booked, so a week.”
“You have to have someone today,” Kurt says, and Sebastian raises his eyebrows.
“Well, tough luck, Hummel.”
“Fine, okay, I have to have it by tomorrow or Rick will kill me.” Kurt steps out again, and Sebastian feels bad for a moment. Kurt looks defeated.
“Who’s Rick?”
“My boss,” Kurt says, and he runs a hand through his hair before walking up to the mirror. He faces away from Sebastian, and Sebastian furrows his brow.
“Your boss?”
“I’m a porn star. Also an escort. The photos are for a client.” He’s so blunt with it that it surprises Sebastian. He tries to imagine Kurt doing anything porn-related. Granted, he looks more the part than he did in high-school ten years ago.
“What happened to Broadway?” Sebastian asks.
“Well, it didn’t work out, and I needed to start paying rent and everything somehow. Why do you even care?” Kurt turns around and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s fixed his hair to look messier, and Sebastian stares for a moment before shaking his head. It’s weird knowing he’s staring at Kurt.
“I don’t,” he says and clears his throat. “I’m sure the hobbit’s thrilled?”
“He doesn’t know.” Kurt’s face hardens for a moment.
“You’re not telling him? Jesus, what happened to you Hummel?” Sebastian turns his camera on.
“I haven’t talked to him in a long time,” Kurt says. “Can we just start taking pictures?”
“Wait, why not? I thought you were crazy about him.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Kurt crosses his arms over his chest. “Pictures.”
“What, did he realize he could have better and left you for a real man, or –”
“He cheated on me, okay?” Kurt’s eyes water and Sebastian feels his throat close up with guilt.
He swallows and glances down at the ground. “I’m sorry.”
“Is Sebastian Smythe apologizing to me?” Kurt smiles, and Sebastian eases up.
“Don’t count on it ever happening again,” Sebastian says. He lifts his camera up. “Though he is a dick. I hope you know that.”
“Trust me. I do.”
Kurt immediately positions himself spread out, and his hand reaches down to his cock. “What the hell are you doing?” Sebastian asks, his voice higher than he expects, and Kurt jumps.
“What does it look like?”
“You just… went at it.”
“Is there a problem?”
Sebastian shakes his head and lifts his camera again. He looks through the viewfinder. Kurt strokes himself a few more times, and Sebastian suddenly feels hot. Ten years ago, Sebastian would have wrinkled his nose in disgust at the thought of seeing Kurt naked, but now…
He takes a few shots before moving angles and zooming in a bit. Kurt’s face is probably all for show, but he bites his lips and thrusts up into his hand. Sebastian is sure that his face is red and is glad he has the camera to hide behind. By the time Kurt’s fully hard, Sebastian’s jeans are uncomfortable.
Kurt Hummel is giving him a boner.
But he’s almost positive any guy who was decently attractive and fucking their hand would do the same. At least, he uses the thought to reassure himself.
Sebastian barely suppresses a whimper when Kurt runs his finger over his slit and smears the precum. He’s flushed up against his stomach, and Sebastian notices everything, from his eyes closing to his other hand flexing to his hips moving up. He wants to get out of his jeans and move forward, and push Kurt’s hand out of the way.
The fact that he wants to do anything with Kurt makes his stomach twist, and he bites the inside of his cheek. Shifting down and closer, he can see more details. He’s close enough that he can hear Kurt’s labored breathing, and he takes a few shots just of Kurt’s cock.
When Kurt comes on his hand and stomach, he lies there for a few more moments, letting Sebastian take a few more pictures before shifting up. Sebastian’s hands are shaking, and he quickly turns around towards the table, turning his camera off and setting it down by it bag. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm down because – dammit – there’s no way he’s letting Kurt see his boner, but Kurt interrupts him.
“Can you grab me a towel and wet it, please?” Kurt asks.
Sebastian nods and moves over to the side of the room where the towels are. He picks one up and goes over to the sink, wetting it. When he steps over to Kurt, he still feels hot. If Kurt notices his boner, he doesn’t say anything. He just takes the towel and dabs himself clean before getting up.
“Just send them to me as soon as you can tonight,” Kurt says as he moves over to the privacy curtain.
“Usually touching up takes two or three days.”
“I need them by tonight.” He sounds so tired that Sebastian can’t find it in himself to protest.
“You’re high-maintenance, princess.”
“Asshole,” Kurt mutters.
KSKSKSK
Sebastian works until one in the morning to get the pictures sorted out. Before he goes to bed, he jerks off. He tries to think of someone else, but it doesn’t work. Kurt Hummel takes the star role in his head. Sebastian’s convinced if the shoot hadn’t been that… intimate it would be different.
He dreams of Kurt as well, and the next morning he vows to find Kurt’s porn. It becomes a mission to him. Rick is a dead end. As are Kurt Hummel, Hummel, KEH, KH, and gay face. The last one is a desperate attempt.
Every day he tries a little. It’s frustrating each day shutting his laptop to nothing. He even tries to Google Kurt’s tattoo, but it also leads to nothing. He doesn’t understand the obsession exactly, but he can’t let it go. It’s confusing. He supposes it just will help if he sees that Kurt isn’t good at anything. Then, he’ll be able to move on.
It’s exactly three months later that Sebastian finds Kurt. New York has a lot of escort sites, but Sebastian finally finds his. The picture is one that Sebastian took, and Sebastian’s breath catches in his throat. He looks at the information underneath. The name given is Porcelain, and that’s something.
“Porcelain male porn star” is a start. It takes him a little while before he can find Kurt, but, once he does, Sebastian hesitates. He feels almost invasive, but, then again, he’s already seen Kurt jack off.
Clicking it may be the worst decision of his life. Or best depending on perspective. Kurt tops, and Sebastian can’t help but feel like the bottom isn’t deserving. It’s ridiculous, of course. He recognizes Kurt’s expressions, and he knows that the noises have to be faked, but Kurt’s fantastic at them. He whimpers and moans as the thrusts into the other boy, and it doesn’t take long before Sebastian has his cock in his hand. He comes before Kurt even does, and he waits until the video is done to clean himself off.
“Well, shit.”
Sebastian forces himself to forget it. He’s already crossed all lines, and he almost feels guilty. The fact that it’s Kurt Hummel keeps on running through his head, and he wants to feel disgusted. He wonders if he can make himself feel disgusted. It doesn’t work.
It takes a lot of effort not to go back to the site and find Kurt again. The first month and a half are torture. The next two are a little less so. By the time he’s eight months away, Kurt Hummel is in the back of his mind.
But as fate would have it, Kurt books another shoot. He doesn’t book it with Sebastian, of course. At least, they don’t come to him, but Josh happens to mention it. “I just have some appointment with this guy tomorrow. Nude shoot.” He shrugs.
“Oh, who?” Sebastian asks, his curiosity piqued. They haven’t had one in a while, and he can’t help but wonder if…
“Some KEH. I dunno. Just initials.”
“I’ll take it,” Sebastian says immediately.
“Take it?”
“You can have the full pay and all.”
“What’s the deal?” Josh asks, tilting his head. “I mean, not that I particularly care either way. Is this some creepy gay thing?”
“No, this isn’t some creepy gay thing. It turns out he’s some guy who I knew from Ohio. I had him last time, but he was in a rush, and we didn’t exchange numbers, and I couldn’t find him on Facebook.” It’s a lie, but Sebastian doesn’t care at this point.
“Okay…” Josh frowns. “If you say so.”
KSKSKSKS
Kurt is ready for the shoot by the time Sebastian walks in, five minutes late. He’s also angry.
“I told them anyone but you, dammit. Anyone but you. Are they deaf?” He clenches his jaw. “I need this by Wednesday, and there aren’t any more openings.”
“You really need to work on your time management, babe,” Sebastian says, the nickname just slipping out.
“Well, Rick doesn’t exactly give me huge much time to plan these out.” He kicks the couch that’s there as a prop. “Fuck. Fuck them. Fuck you.”
“Well, Josh originally had you, but he happened to mention it to me, and…”
“I hate you,” Kurt says, and he sits down on the couch, burying his face in his hands.
“I’m sorry. I just… wanted to see you again.”
Kurt goes quiet. He takes a little time before looking up at him, but, when he does, Sebastian can tell he’s a little less mad. “I thought you said you weren’t going to apologize again.”
“I suppose I can make one more exception.” He bites his lip before adding, “I found your porn.”
“Of course you did.” Kurt sighs. “Of course.
“I had to search through quite a bit to do so.”
“I’m sure your poor hand will never forgive you.” Kurt rolls his eyes.
“Porcelain, though, really?”
“Coach Sylvester used to call me that, and I thought it’d be funny if I just… used it against her or – I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “It was five years ago.”
Sebastian stares. “You’ve been doing this for five years?”
“Did I fucking look like an amateur in the video you watched?” Kurt asks. The swearing surprises Sebastian, but he shakes his head.
“Not at all.” He steps forward, and when Kurt doesn’t show too much objection, he sits down next to him.
“Why did you come here?”
“Would you believe me if I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you after last time?”
Kurt smiles; it’s tired, but it’s something. “You couldn’t get rid of that boner all night long after the last shoot, could you?”
“I never pegged you as a top,” Sebastian just says.
“And I never pegged you as a bottom.”
“I never said that –“
Kurt just grins and moves forward, pressing his lips to Sebastian’s. Sebastian moans, and Kurt pushes him down.
“Strip,” Kurt says. “I’m going to grab the lube and a condom.”
“Came prepared?” Sebastian teases.
“Habit.”
Sebastian quickly gets rid of his clothes, and by the time Kurt comes back, he tugs him down on top. “Blow me.”
“Like you’re one to be giving orders,” Kurt says, arching his eyebrows.
“Just you were so good at it in the other video, and –“
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Have you become a fan of my work in the past few months, Sebastian?”
“Shut up.”
Kurt winks before kissing down Sebastian’s chest. He wastes no time before wrapping his hand around the base of Sebastian’s cock. He licks along the underside before sinking down on it. Sebastian reaches down, his fingers tangling in Kurt’s hair as Kurt takes him down all the way.
Sebastian’s slept with many guys before, but none can do what Kurt can do. He hollows out his cheeks and bobs up and down, taking Sebastian all the way each time and humming. The vibrations send him closer to the edge, and he looks down to see Kurt staring up at him. He’s hot and tense.
Every part of him wants more, and he bites his lip and barely manages to choke out, “Finger me.” Kurt chuckles, and Sebastian whimpers, closing his eyes. He can hear Kurt squeezing some lube onto his fingers, and when he’s ready and lines up two fingers, Sebastian pushes down on him. He groans and thrusts his hips up.
Kurt’s wet and all around him, and the fingers burn, but he gets used to them quickly. As Kurt curls them, his stomach tightens, and his nails run along Kurt’s scalp.
Kurt suddenly pulls back, and Sebastian’s hips thrust up into nothing.
“Oh, no,” Kurt says. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to come when I’m ready, not when you want to.” His voice is low, and Sebastian just nods forgoing any attempt to maintain his dignity. After all, he’s pretty sure he lost that a while ago.
Kurt pushes another finger in and stretches him out. Sebastian fucks himself down on them as Kurt speeds up, and when Kurt pulls them out, he looks down to see that Kurt’s been stroking himself. He kisses Sebastian as he pulls on the condom, and he squeezes some more lube onto it before lining up with Sebastian.
“Hook your legs around me,” Kurt says, and Sebastian immediately listens. Kurt looks pleased as he pushes in, and Sebastian’s fingers fail to find any grip in the leather of the couch. Kurt gives him a little to adjust and starts slowly, but it doesn’t take long before Sebastian’s rocking against him. When he tries to reach for his cock, Kurt swats his hand away.
“When I want you to,” is all that Kurt says, and Sebastian whimpers but lets his hand drop. He arches into Kurt and tries to get Kurt deeper, and Kurt moans. It’s somehow better than anything from the video, and Sebastian can feel his stomach tense up.
“I can’t – I can’t hold it,” Sebastian says.
“You can let go,” Kurt just says, and it takes another two thrusts before Sebastian comes. Kurt continues to fuck him through it, and he comes half a minute later with a long moan. Sebastian lets his legs fall, and Kurt leans his head against his chest.
When he pulls out, they both groan from oversensitivity.
“We still need to do the photos,” Kurt says.
“If you want, you can come back to my place afterwards while I work on editing them,” Sebastian says.
“Never took you for a power bottom,” Kurt replies.
“Shut up. And do you want to?”
“Not likely I’m going to shut up about that anytime soon. And maybe.” Something in Kurt’s voice tells Sebastian that’s a yes.
Summary: No one can read Sebastian Smythe like Hunter Clarington can. Set in Season Four -- will probably eventually branch off as an AU.
Warnings: None so far.
Author’s Note: Unbeta'd.
“That doesn’t answer my question. Which song are we even going to do for Sectionals?” Sebastian asks. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at the rest of the Warblers.
“I think we could rock it with One Direction,” Jeff says again, pouting. Nick, beside him, laughs and ruffles his hair.
“Just because you have a crush on Harry Styles…”
“It’s the hair,” Jeff says with a sigh.
Sebastian rolls his eyes and looks at everybody else. “What did we think about Sexy Back?” Sebastian asks.
“If we do something older, we need to do something well-known,” Sebastian says.
“What about Bohemian Rhapsody?” Trent asks. “It’s catchy, everyone knows it, and it can have a fun choreography.”
“Vocal Adrenaline did it for the Regionals too recently,” Sebastian says, pacing the room. The one thing he’ll admit that he’s happy about is that most of the Warblers have forgiven him. It’s taken them time to get there, but it’s nice to know that they trust him again. “Dammit, we’re never going to choose a song. Let’s just practice. We’ll think of something later,” he says, pinching his brow.
They don’t get much further before there’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” Sebastian says, confused. Everyone knows better than to interrupt them during practice. They’ve lost their celebrity status since the slushie incident. Even if they were never turned in, everyone knows about it. Still, it doesn’t mean that the others don’t still respect them. The doors open, and the principal, Dr. Rigby, walks into the room. Next to him is another boy Sebastian’s never seen before.
Sebastian’s eyes fall to him, and he feel his mouth go dry. The boy has his hands in his pockets and strolls in glancing around the room, his eyebrows arched and an unimpressed expression on his face. When he stops, he leans his weight on one foot, and glances from the bookshelves finally over to Sebastian.
Sebastian’s eyes span up his frame; he has a wider frame and broad shoulders, and Sebastian wets his lips. He’s wearing a blazer, and it’s new judging by the fact that there isn’t a single wrinkle in it.
Dr. Rigby clears his throat, and Sebastian’s eyes move over to him. “Yes, sir?” Sebastian asks.
“I’ve been thinking since last year that the Warblers need a new leader,” Dr. Rigby says. “We had quite the reputation, and I’ve noticed a few places have begun to turn down the Warblers’ annual visits, claiming they don’t have room in their schedule or they’re too busy or not doing the event.” It’s true. Sebastian can’t deny that. “And I’ve been spending the past few months looking for someone who I think I can trust to run this group.”
“Sir, we could always reinstate the Warbler council,” Thad says, but he goes quiet as soon as Dr. Rigby looks at him.
“Yes, yes, I considered that, but seeing as all of you were responsible for what happened last year and none of you came to me about it…” Dr. Rigby’s eyes fall to Sebastian, and he frowns. “No matter. That’s in the past.” Something in his voice tells Sebastian that he’s not nearly as willing to forgive as his words say.
“Well, then, what do you propose?” Sebastian asks. “If you don’t want to reinstate the council, I nominate Trent to be the next leader.” Dr. Rigby looks amused by his suggestion and shakes his head.
“That will not be necessary. This is Hunter Clarington. He just came in this morning.” Hunter doesn’t say hello. He just looks over all of them, and his eyes linger on Sebastian. Sebastian’s usually good at reading expressions, but Hunter’s face is blank.
“Why does that concern us?” Sebastian asks. “If he wants to audition, he can –“ Before he can finish, Dr. Rigby cuts him off.
“Hunter will be joining the Warblers as your new Captain.”
“Sir, he hasn’t even tried out,” Trent says, but he shrinks back as soon as Dr. Rigby glares at him.
“He was part of the show choir group at his old school. He went to a military academy in Colorado, and he led his group there to several Regionals championships.”
Hunter clears his throat. “And we placed at Nationals,” Hunter adds. It’s the first time he’s spoken. Sebastian’s eyes narrow, and he frowns. Hunter seems confident, and, when their eyes meet, he smirks. “It’s better than I can say Dalton’s done in year’s judging by my research.”
“Yes, yes,” Dr. Rigby says, frowning. He waves Hunter’s comment away and turns back to the Warblers. “Sebastian, I am sorry, but I don’t think you’re material to lead this group to victory. Hunter, I’ll leave you here to make your introductions, and then Sebastian can show you to your room.”
“I don’t know where his room is,” Sebastian says, frowning.
“You two shall be sharing a room.”
Sebastian stares at Dr. Rigby, but Dr. Rigby just smiles and turns. “Have a good day, gentleman. Your new Captain deserves your respect, so treat him accordingly, or I will hear about it.” With that, Dr. Rigby walks out.
When the door closes behind him, Hunter strolls into the center of the room, closer to the rest of them. “I’m Hunter Clarington, as you all know. Does anybody have any questions?”
“Why do you get to be the new Captain around here?” Thad asks under his breath. “Some of us have been around longer, and –“
“Because I know what I’m doing.” Hunter takes a step forward, and even if he doesn’t close the gap much, everyone goes silent. There’s something intimidating in just the way he looks at them, and Sebastian watches as Thad shrinks down a bit. “Because without me, the Warblers are going to fade into history, and all of you will grow up wishing you’d had at least a semi-capable leader.” At that, he shoots Sebastian a look.
Sebastian feels his cheeks flush, and he clenches his jaw.
“Just because Dr. Rigby appointed you leader doesn’t mean you deserve the job. I may have fucked up last year, but I’m perfectly capable.” Sebastian’s nose flares, and even when Hunter turns to face him and crosses his arms over his chest, Sebastian doesn’t stop standing his ground.
It’s not fair. He’s worked so hard to get to where he is now. He’s fought tooth and nail to get the Warblers to trust him. Anger flares through him, and he stares him down. Hunter just lifts his eyebrows and scoffs.
“Your little tough dog act is cute, Smythe, but you’re not fooling anyone. Now, does anybody else have any questions?”
Sebastian seethes and crosses his arms over his chest. The rest of the Warblers shake their heads, and Hunter nods. “Okay, then we’ll resume practice tomorrow. Smythe, I believe you’re supposed to show me to our room.”
“Room 258 – it’s on the second floor,” Sebastian says.
Hunter makes a tsking sound and shakes his head. “That’s not showing. Besides, if we live together, don’t you think we should get along?” Hunter knows exactly what he’s doing judging by the look on his face, and Sebastian feels the pat on his back. He turns around to see Jeff giving him an apologetic look.
“I’ll catch you later, okay, Seb?” Jeff asks. “Lunch?”
“Yeah, lunch.” Sebastian walks out of the practice room without a word. The only good thing he can see coming out of this is that Hunter’s hot. The image of Hunter breaking and getting down on his knees, begging for more pops out in Sebastian’s mind, and it puts a smile on his face.
“If you were in a military academy,” Sebastian asks, “what are you doing in Dalton?”
“I decided this was a better fit after my father needed to move, and Dr. Rigby got in contact with me.” There are two suitcases and a backpack on the ground, and Hunter leans down, putting on his backpack before grabbing both of them. “I almost said no. Dalton’s lost its standing since you almost blinded this boy.”
Sebastian flushes. “It was an accident.”
“How does one accidentally throw rock salt at someone’s eyes?”
“It was aimed at his boyfriend’s clothes.” Sebastian purses his lips and leads Hunter to the staircase, walking up.
“So, you were jealous. You liked him.”
Sebastian’s never pegged himself as the type who comes off as an open book. He’s always been careful about what he shows or says, and it catches him off-guard that Hunter can tell so much about him after talking to him for a few minutes. “No, I didn’t,” Sebastian lies, and he continues staring straight ahead, down the hall.
“Right.” Hunter chuckles, and Sebastian finally stops in front of their room.
“Room 258 – I know. It was really hard to get here. Good thing you had me as a guide.” He reaches to go unlock it, but Hunter puts a hand over Sebastian’s side. He pins him to the door and looks him up and down.
Sebastian’s breath catches in his throat, and he freezes, noticing just how close Hunter is. He’s close enough for Sebastian to kiss him, and, for a moment, Sebastian thinks that’s exactly what Hunter’s going to do.
“Listen here, Smythe, I saw you looking me up and down. Just so we get it clear before you start your little, perverted fantasies about us – I’m not even remotely bi-curious.” He wets his lips and narrows his eyes.
“So, you’re gay then,” Sebastian teases. Hunter just smirks and reaches down. Sebastian starts to lean forward, but, before he can get anywhere, Hunter turns the key in the lock and opens the door. Sebastian yelps as he falls backwards gracelessly. He struggles to catch himself on the wall and glares at Hunter. Hunter just walks past and into the room.
“In your dreams,” Hunter says. He sets his bags down on his bed and looks at Sebastian. Sebastian runs a hand through his hair, trying to straighten it out, and he narrows his eyes, uncertain what to expect from him. It’s frustrating, not being able to tell what Hunter’s about to do. He tenses at Hunter walks by him, and Hunter smirks.
“Careful, or I might start thinking you have a crush on me too,” Hunter says. “I have to go get my cat.”
“Excuse me?”
“What? Are you deaf? My cat – Mr. Puss – is in the main office, and I have to bring him up here.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m living in a room with a cat,” Sebastian says. “And if Dr. Rigby didn’t have such a big boner for you –“
“Jealous, Smythe?”
“Why the hell would I be jealous, Clarington?” Sebastian asks. He walks into the room and sits down in his desk.
“Someone here has more power than you. And you can’t read me. Must be frustrating.” Sebastian’s not sure how Hunter can tell so much about him, but he just presses his lips together into a thin line.
“Not for long.”
“We’ll see about that.”
With that, Hunter walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. Sebastian waits for a moment to make sure he hasn’t forgotten something before leaning his head on the desk. He shuts his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. He can already tell this year’s going to be a long one.
After a minute, Sebastian straightens himself up. He walks over to the closet and hangs up his blazer. He’s in the process of switching out of his pants into sweatpants when Hunter opens the door. Sebastian glares at him and tugs up his sweatpants. “Aren’t you going to knock?”
“I’m sure half the school’s already seen you naked,” Hunter says, shrugging his shoulders and walking into the room.
“How would you know?”
“Your reputation precedes you.” Hunter sets the carrier down on the bed and opens it. A white cat walks out, and Hunter smirks. “Sebastian, meet Mr. Puss.”
Summary: Kurt/Barry/Sebastian. Kurt and Sebastian are out on a date when Barry runs into them, and Sebastian discovers he has a twin
Warnings: AU, incest, a teeny-tiny bit of slut shaming
Author's Note: As prompted on the Kurtbastian ACITW Facebook page. Yes, the title is a really bad pun. Unbeta'd.
Sebastian rolls his eyes as Kurt leans closer to the the glass of the Cole Haan store. "Look at those shoes," he says, pointing to a pair of brown Oxfords with a neon green sole and shoelaces.
"I'm looking," Sebastian says.
"Please can we go in and just see how much they are."
"You know, sometimes I'm convinced you're dating me for my bank account," Sebastian says, sighing and walking towards the door. Kurt beams at him and stops him just to give him a peck on the lips.
"You've figured out my secret," he teases.
Sebastian scowls as he opens the door for Kurt. "Ladies first," he says. When Kurt gives him a look of mock offense, Sebastian grins.
But he loves him, and he knows that no matter how much they bicker and tease each other, Kurt loves him too. And when Kurt takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, Sebastian smiles.
"Welcome to Cole Haan," the greeter says, smiling at the both of them. The store is crowded with people since it's close to Christmas, but Kurt makes a beeline to the shoes.
"They're on sale," he says, waving his hand at them. "Please, Bas?"
"Define on sale."
"Forty percent off..."
"Which is --"
"Hundred-and-twenty dollars," Kurt says. His eyes go wide, and his lower lip juts out. "I'll let you top tonight."
"I can top whenever I want to. What kind of a bribe is that?"
"Fine. How about --" His nose crinkles as he sighs. "We can have a threesome with whoever you want." Sebastian stares at Kurt for a moment. It's one of the few things Kurt has been insistent on refusing.
"For shoes?"
"I can beat myself up over it later," Kurt says.
Sebastian bites his lip before nodding. "But then we can go do other things after this? Just not shopping. Anything but that. Please."
After they buy the shoes, they decide to walk back to their apartment to drop off the bags of clothing that Kurt bought. They're in the middle of a conversation of what to do afterwards when someone runs into Sebastian.
Sebastian stumbles and nearly falls. "Watch it!" He lifts his head to argue more when he sees the person in question. His eyes go wide, and he looks him up and down.
The boy looks just as surprised. He drops a few of the papers he's carrying, but he doesn't seem to notice until Kurt picks it up for him.
"Can someone explain what's going on?" Kurt asks, looking between the two of them.
"I wish I could," Sebastian says. He doesn't understand how, but the who ran into him looks exactly like him. Granted, Sebastian can't help but think that his hair and sense of fashion is better than the boy's, but, other than that, they're identical.
"This is peculiar," the boy finally says before stretching out his hand. "Barry Allen."
"Sebastian Smythe."
Barry takes the papers from Kurt and smiles. His eyes hover over him for a moment before he looks back at Sebastian. "I have a twin."
"Apparently," Sebastian mumbles before running a hand through his hair. "This is really fucking weird."
Barry nods his head and then jumps. "Shoot! I'm going to be late." He tears off a corner from a sheet of paper and fumbles around before pulling a pen out of his pocket. He scribbles something down before thrusting it at Sebastian. "Call me or text me. I want to find out more. I just --" He looks down at his watch. "I'm going to be late. Darn it!" With that, he runs off, dragging a small suitcase behind him.
Sebastian stares at him as he runs off before turning to Kurt. "Did he say shoot?" He blinks a few times before adding, "Did he say darn it?"
-- --
Sebastian glances at the door. "He's still not here," he says, sighing. "Maybe we both simultaneously hallucinated."
Kurt looks down at his watch and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. He said he'd meet us here."
"Yeah, forty-five minutes ago," Sebastian adds, swirling his straw around his Coke.
As if on cue, the door opens and Barry stumbles in, glancing around before seeing them. He rushes over to the table and slides into the booth. "I'm sorry I'm late. I missed the train. I'm just having really bad luck lately with that." He runs a hand through his hair.
Sebastian nods his head. He's not sure where to start, and it falls quiet before Kurt says something.
"So, where were you born, Barry?"
"New York as far as I know. But who really knows? I mean, I have a twin. The chances of us even running into each other are slim to none, so I'm not really sure how this happened, but I'm not about to complain." He smiles and leans across the table a bit, closer to Sebastian. "You have a mole right under your eye."
Sebastian feels oddly defensive as he reaches up. "And you don't," he says. "So, not identical?"
"No, no, placement of moles, freckles, beauty marks, birth marks --" Barry waves his hand "-- et cetera, are not determined by genetics." His forehead wrinkles as he thinks. His eyes go wide after a moment, and he explains, "I'm -- umm -- I work in forensics, by the way, and I've studied genetics quite a bit."
"You've studied genetics?"
"I already graduated from to college. Forensic Science, though, not genetics."
"If I'm twenty, I'm guessing you are too, though," Sebastian says.
"I went when I was fifteen -- Syracuse University. Graduated last year. I'm interning for the New York City police department right now." He nods his head again and smiles.
Sebastian can tell that Kurt's interested, and his eyes are fixed on Barry. He scowls before saying, "Well, I guess you got the brains, and I got the looks." Sebastian knows he's far from intelligent, but apparently his twin is a genius.
"Technically we both got the looks if we're twins," Barry says, and Kurt bursts out laughing.
"Shut up," Sebastian mutters.
"You're adorable when you're jealous," Kurt says.
Barry shifts in his seat and looks between the two of them. "So, what about you? You're Sebastian's friend, yeah? I haven't heard anything about you." He smiles warmly at Kurt.
"Boyfriend, actually," Kurt says.
"I -- Oh! I should have --" Barry flushes and glances down at the table, suddenly interested in the menu. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. We met for two minutes on the street," Kurt says.
"I'm sorry I ran into you," Barry says, looking up again, apologetically at Sebastian. His gaze goes back to Kurt, and his cheeks go red again.
"Well, to be fair, I probably never would have met you if you didn't," Sebastian admits. Sebastian can tell that Barry doesn't get out much. He can see the skin of his nails is worn down from picking at it, and he keeps on shifting, almost uncomfortably. If Sebastian were into that, he'd almost call it cute.
"Okay, that's true." He flips through the menu before pushing it to the side. "This is still really weird."
"Tell me about it," Sebastian says. He smiles as Kurt leans his head against his shoulder. "I wonder why either of our parents didn't tell us. Or I mean, who are our real parents. I really think I'm going to call mine up tonight and ask them. You?"
The smile slides off of Barry's face, and his shoulders slump forward. "I can't."
"You can't?" Sebastian asks.
"My mom was killed when I was eleven, and my dad was framed for it. He didn't do it." Barry shakes his head. "Life sentence, though. What can you do? And it was a long time ago, anyway."
"I'm sorry." Sebastian feels awkward, like he should reach out. He sets his hand on the table, and Barry looks surprised. He takes it, though, and Sebastian gives it a small squeeze.
"You don't seem like the loving type, no offense," Barry says, looking down at their hands.
"He isn't usually," Kurt replies for Sebastian. "It took us six months of dating before he was completely comfortable holding hands in public. He's a bit ridiculous."
"Am not! I just don't see any reason to be sappy." Sebastian huffs and lets go of Barry's hand. He crosses his arms over his chest, and Kurt grins.
"I love it when he gets like this."
"What's wrong with being affectionate?" Barry asks. "I think holding hands and kissing can be really nice."
"I'm not sure how we're related. You're practically the opposite of me," Sebastian whines. He doesn't like the way that either Barry or Kurt are smiling at each other.
"Well, environment does make up a huge portion of how you grow up," Barry says. He straightens up, and his expression becomes more serious. "The idea of nature or nurture, you know. We were brought up in completely different environments and with different parents."
Kurt lifts his hand up to his face, covering his mouth as he chuckles.
-- -- --
When they leave the restaurant, Barry has to go back home. They walk him to Penn Station before taking the subway back to their apartment. "I liked him," Kurt says, smiling and draping his coat over a chair.
"Still doesn't answer how what happened. I think I’m going to call my parents." Sebastian goes to reach into his pocket, but Kurt stops him.
"You can call your parents tomorrow," Kurt says, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's waist and tugging him closer. He nips at Sebastian's lower lip, and Sebastian grins.
"Tomorrow sounds better." His hands slip under Kurt's shirt, and he runs his nails up it. Kurt groans starts kissing down Sebastian's neck. He bites down at his collar and sucks at it, hard enough to leave a hickey.
Sebastian whimpers and closes his eyes. His hands fall to Kurt's ass, and he squeezes. "Mine," he says, rolling their hips together.
Kurt pulls back a little, and he pushes down on Sebastian's shoulders until Sebastian is on his knees. He runs his fingers through Sebastian's hair, and looks at him.
Sebastian loves Kurt like this -- horny and red-cheeked, needy for more. His lips are parted, and his chest heaves as he breathes heavily. "Are you just going to stare or do something?" Kurt asks, and Sebastian wants to laugh because it sounds like something he'd say.
"I thought you said you'd let me top," Sebastian says.
"In your dreams, Smythe," Kurt bites back.
-- --
They meet up with Barry again in Central Park the next day.
"So, did you talk with your parents?" Barry asks. He slips his hands into his pockets. He's swearing glasses, and Sebastian isn't sure whether Barry can look any nerdier than he does now with them and in his sweater-vest.
"Called them up this morning," Sebastian says. The conversation hadn't lasted very long. His parents had sounded unhappy that he'd figured out their secret if anything.
"And?" Barry asks. "Did you learn anything?"
"They knew you existed, but --"
"They're not our real parents," Barry finishes. He sighs, and his shoulders slump forward. Kurt nudges Sebastian to do something, and Sebastian glares at him.
"Baby," Kurt mouths before letting go of Sebastian's hand and walking over to Barry. He wraps an arm around him, and Barry looks up at him.
"Thanks," Barry says. "It'd just be nice to know who was. I don't think my parents were." He squeezes the bridge of his nose before leaning his head against Kurt's shoulder. "You're comfy."
Sebastian's eyes narrow. Barry's not one for subtlety, it seems. Kurt laughs and presses a kiss to Barry's hair before pulling away.
They make their way to the Bethesda fountain, and Barry leans over, touching the snow that's sitting in the fountain. "You know, this is one of my favorite places in New York," he says.
"Is it?" Sebastian asks.
"I like the statue.”
“The angel?” Sebastian brushes the snow off of the edge of the fountain and sits down next to him. Barry shrugs. He looks over at the two of them and smiles.
“How did you two even get together?”
“It’s a long story that involves me nearly blinding his boyfriend at the time,” Sebastian says.
“You what!” Barry’s eyes go wide, and he looks at Kurt as if expecting to see Kurt deny it. When Kurt just grins, Barry’s mouth opens and closes several times. “Why?”
“Well, I was aiming at Kurt. I wanted to ruin his clothes.”
“He threw a rock salt slushy at them, but Blaine – my ex – pushed me out of the way.”
“To be fair, I wasn’t really too much of an asshole after that,” Sebastian says, pouting at Kurt. Kurt presses a kiss to his lips and moves to sit down between Barry and Sebastian.
“You are still an ass, but – God help me – I love you anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sebastian reaches out and takes Kurt’s hand. He doesn’t fail to notice the way Barry’s eyes follow them, and he looks jealous for almost a moment.
“How did that turn into this? Because you guys don’t exactly look like you hate each other anymore.”
“Well, we met in New York again,” Kurt says. “He went to NYU, and I went to NYADA. We kept on bumping into each other, and eventually we just started spending time together. He helped me get through some rough times after Blaine…” Kurt frowns.
“Blaine cheated on him,” Sebastian finishes. “Asshole.”
“He was lonely,” Kurt mutters.
“Doesn’t excuse it,” Barry says immediately. When Kurt looks up at him, surprised, he pulls back a bit. “Sorry. I just – I don’t think there’s really ever any excuse to cheat.”
“Anyway, enough about my love life. Doesn’t matter. I got myself into another mess with this guy,” Kurt says, prodding at Sebastian’s shoulder. “He’s more afraid of showing emotions than Sherlock Holmes.
Barry smiles at the two of them and folds his hands in his lap. His head tilts back, and he looks up at the sky. After a moment, he turns back at them. “I could really go for some roasted almonds,” he says. When he gets up, Sebastian notices that Kurt stares at his ass.
“I have a better ass than that,” Sebastian grumbles, grabbing Kurt by the hand and tugging him up.
“I don’t know. I think he’s got you beat,” Kurt teases, pressing a kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. Still, Sebastian can’t deny, Barry does have a pretty great ass.
-- --
It seems easy to spend more time with Barry. Even if he’s different from Sebastian, the three of them get along really well. They spend Christmas together, which seems to make Barry happy. When he says that he hasn’t had a real Christmas in years, Sebastian’s heart clenches.
On New Year’s, they talk until four in the morning about their childhoods and end up falling asleep pressed together on the bed. Sebastian wakes up sandwiched between Kurt and Barry. It’s nice to have someone else to hang out with. They have their friends, but Barry’s interesting and different. And anyway, it’s fascinating finding the ways in which they’re different or the same.
When Kurt has to go to Paris for a week for a fashion show, Sebastian calls Barry up. Barry flushes and stumbles as they cuddle, but he doesn’t say much. When Kurt comes back early to find them asleep on the couch, Sebastian’s head on Barry’s chest, he doesn’t stop teasing Sebastian for weeks.
“You were like a little puppy. Soon you’re not even going to need me for cuddles,” Kurt teases.
And, granted, there are times when Barry gets on his nerves – such as the times when he can’t stop talking about some new discovery. Sebastian learns not to watch Fringe with Barry around because all Barry does is point out the problems with the science in it.
But Sebastian likes Barry. He’s oddly comfortable around him, and even if they can’t exactly figure out who their parents are, it doesn’t matter after a while. Barry’s family. And maybe they’re a bit odd – the three of them – but Sebastian doesn’t mind.
-- --
Sebastian stretches out on the bed and lowers his book. "I can't believe his dad was framed for murder," Sebastian says, frowning. “I can’t believe the police didn’t believe him.”
"Yeah, it's crazy. He seems pretty keen on finding out who did it." Kurt follows him to the bed and leans his head on Sebastian's stomach. Can you play with my hair?"
"You sure you're not part cat?" Sebastian asks, though he smiles and obliges.
"Shuddup." Kurt's voice holds no venom, and he nuzzles against Sebastian's hand and closes his eyes as Sebastian's nails run along his scalp. "So, what about your parents? Get any further with them?"
"Nothing beyond what we already found out. I just wonder if we can figure more out. I can't believe they didn't fucking tell me." He sighs and sets his book to the dresser. "Assholes."
"Kinda. What about Barry? Does he want to find out who your real parents are?"
"What do you think?" Sebastian rolls his eyes. "That was a dumb question." Kurt huffs and looks up at Sebastian.
"Poor Barry. He sounds so lonely."
"I swear he's half of what you talk about nowadays." Sebastian taps Kurt's nose and frowns. "You do realize, though, that I did notice you checking him out," he adds, more as an afterthought. “Besides the ass.”
"Huh?"
"You were checking him out."
"I don't know. He has your looks, is smarter than you, cute -- Maybe I like him better." He's teasing, but Sebastian still feels a flair of jealousy.
"Excuse me?" Sebastian stops playing with Kurt's hair and pouts. "Better than me?"
"Yeah, he's pretty great."
"I hate you."
"You were checking him out too," Kurt says, raising his eyebrows.
"What?" Sebastian feels caught, and he knows there's no way to deny it when Kurt gives him his knowing smirk.
"I knew it."
"Oh God. Kurt, it wasn't what it sounds like.” He’s sure he looks like a deer in headlights as he tries to come up with some explanation. “I was just --"
"I don't know. I think it's kind of hot," Kurt says, wetting his lips.
For a moment, all Sebastian can do is stare. Kurt looks smug and pleased that he's managed to make Sebastian go speechless. When Sebastian clears his throat to speak again, Kurt moves up, closer to him and starts kissing down his neck.
"What do you say about that threesome?"
"Oh? So, you aren't afraid I'll leave cute lil' Barry for you?" Kurt asks, palming Sebastian over his pants. Sebastian groans, and his hips arch into Kurt's touch.
"No one knows how to fuck you I like do," Sebastian says.
Kurt just grins. “Prove it.”
Sebastian reaches over, grabbing Kurt by the wrists and pinning his hands over his head. “If you insist.”
-- --
“But the promotion means that I’ll be able to finally get an apartment closer to you guys!” Barry says. “And to work. It’s been a pain to commute.” Barry bobs his head up and down, and Sebastian grins.
“Good. You’ve missed those trains too many times anyway. I’m surprised you aren’t late to work more often.”
“Yeah me too,” Barry says. He walks up the stairs to Highline Park and stuffs his free hand in his pocket. “Am I still meeting your parents when they come visit?”
“If you want to,” Sebastian says.
It doesn’t take much to realize that Barry’s nervous. He stares down at his feet and bites his lip. Kurt moves closer to him. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder, he gives Barry a small hug. “They’ll love you; I’m sure,” Kurt says.
“I hope.” He leans against Kurt, and Kurt ruffles his hair before letting go. He gives Sebastian a look, and Sebastian can tell Kurt wants him to bring up the subject of a threesome.
It’s not that Sebastian’s shy – he’s far from it – but he’s afraid of what Barry might say if he doesn’t agree. Some part of him is sure that Barry will be okay with it, but Sebastian can’t help but worry. The thought of losing Barry makes his stomach churn.
It isn't until Barry's eyes stay on Kurt long enough that he manages to trip over a brick and spill his hot chocolate on him that Sebastian changes his mind.
Kurt rushes over to help him, and Barry groans. "I can't believe I did this. I'm such an idiot."
"You're not. It's cute," Kurt says, smiling at him. Barry's eyes go wide, and he shakes his head.
"Me?"
"Actually, Kurt and I have a proposition for you," Sebastian speaks up.
Barry's turns to face him, and he bites his lip. "Yeah?"
"Well, it's obvious that you like Kurt,” Sebastian starts. Barry’s reaction is immediate. His cheeks light up, and he shakes his head.
“I didn’t realize I was that obvious. I’m really sorry. I just –“
“And we were wondering if you wanted to have a threesome.”
As soon as the words come out, Barry just stares. He looks between Kurt and Sebastian, and his coffee cup almost slips out of his hand. He catches it, and he clears his throat. Sebastian’s about to tell him to forget it all when Barry speaks up. “Wait, is this a serious offer?”
“We just thought you might like a chance to…” Kurt stops, and he looks unsure. When he looks back at Sebastian for help, Sebastian can feel his mouth go dry.
“Well, you must think we’re really fucked up,” Sebastian mutters, clenching his jaw and
“What? I – no! I want it. I really, really…” When he bites his lip, he looks around. “Maybe we should go back to your apartment to discuss this.”
-- --
They don’t discuss it at all. Five minutes after getting in, the three of them are naked on Sebastian and Kurt’s bed. Barry flushes and whimpers as Kurt presses a kiss to his lips. His eyes close, and Sebastian watches for a moment as his hands moves to Kurt’s hips. He rocks into Kurt, and Kurt bites on his lower lip.
Sebastian presses a kiss to Barry’s shoulder, and Barry breaks away from Kurt for a second to kiss Sebastian.
“I still can’t believe this is happening,” he says, his voice shaky. Sebastian laughs and reaches around, taking Barry’s cock in his hand. He strokes him, and Barry’s hips jerk forward. Kurt laughs and bends over Barry to press a kiss to Sebastian’s lips. “I’m just not used to people liking me in any way,” Barry adds.
“Get used to it, Bar,” Sebastian says, grinning.
Barry’s hips arch into his touch, and Sebastian runs his thumb over the cock, grinning as he runs over the slit, and Barry’s eyes shut at the feeling.
Kurt winks at Sebastian before kissing down Barry’s neck. Sebastian’s breathing hitches as Barry moans. His hands reach out into Kurt’s hair, and he tugs at it. Sebastian speeds up a bit and chuckles as Barry’s hands tighten around Kurt’s hair, and Kurt hisses. Sebastian lets go, but, before Barry can protest, both he and Kurt are pushing him to the bed. Kurt bends down, wrapping his mouth around Barry’s cock, and Barry arches off of the bed.
His hands move to the sheets, and his knuckles turn white as he grabs at them. Sebastian reaches in the drawer for the lube and condoms, and Barry wraps a hand around his arm. “I – I want to blow you.” Barry’s eyes are wide and uncertain, but he glances down at Sebastian’s cock. Sebastian whimpers and nods his head. He notices that Kurt has his hand around his own cock.
When Barry takes Sebastian in his mouth, Sebastian grips at the headboard of the bed. He has to concentrate not to thrust into Barry’s mouth. Barry doesn’t have the experience Kurt does. He can’t take Sebastian as far as Kurt can, but he runs his tongue over the head and along the underside of Sebastian’s cock.
It doesn’t take too long before Barry whimpers, and his mouth tightens around Sebastian as he lets out a moan. Sebastian glances back to see Kurt slowing down. When he pulls back, a bit of come dribbles down his chin, and Sebastian tugs Kurt closer, kissing him. He can taste Barry in his mouth, and his hand reaches down as he runs his thumb over the head of Kurt’s cock.
He smears the precum and grins when Kurt bites his lip. It’s hard to concentrate when Barry speeds up, and Sebastian pulls Kurt closer, his nails running down Kurt’s back. Kurt whimpers as Sebastian bites down his jaw.
Sebastian comes next, and his hand stops for a moment. Barry swallows as best as he can and whimpers when he pulls off. His eyes are wide, and Sebastian lets go of Kurt for a moment, trying to catch his breath.
“You guys are so freakin’ hot,” Barry mutters, and he tugs Kurt down over him, rolling their hips together. Sebastian reaches for the lube, and tells them to flip. When they do, he spreads some lube onto his fingers and reaches down, teasing around Barry’s entrance. Barry moans, and he takes Kurt in his mouth.
It’s only when Barry’s whimpering around Kurt’s cock and pushing his hips up in the air that Sebastian pushes two fingers into him slowly. He allows Barry to adjust, and, after a moment, Barry presses back on him. Sebastian curls his fingers inside of him, trying to find his prostate. He stretches them apart before adding another finger.
“Fuck, Barry. I’m close. I’m –“ Kurt cuts off as he comes, and Sebastian’s eyes move to him. He fucks his fingers fast and rough as he watches Kurt slump against the bed. Barry’s hands fall to the sheets, and, as he pulls off of Kurt, his fingers tighten around them.
“I can take more,” he says, whimpering as Sebastian adds another finger. “Oh God.”
“He’s so eager,” Kurt says, running his hands down Barry’s sides. “What if I suck you off while Bas fucks you?” he asks, and all Barry can do is nod.
Sebastian pulls his fingers out and grabs a condom. He gets it on and puts on some more lube before lining up with Barry.
“Fuck me already.” Hearing Barry say that almost makes Sebastian moan. Barry never swears, and Sebastian’s nails dig into Barry’s hips as he watches his cock disappear inside of him. Barry’s on all fours, and one hand reaches out to grab the headboard as he nods his head. “You can – I’m okay.”
Sebastian pulls out before pushing back in. He sets a pace, hard and fast, and he knows he won’t last long. Kurt is spread out on the bed, face-flushed, his mouth wrapped around Barry’s cock, and Sebastian groans at the image. He fucks Barry rough and fast, reaching up to tug at his hair. Barry whimpers and pushes back against him as best as he can. “H – Harder.”
“You’ve wanted it since you met us, haven’t you?” Sebastian asks, pushing in harder and faster. He can feel the pressure in his stomach again, and Barry just lets out a choked moan.
“God yes.”
“You’ve been eager to let us fuck you. Little Barry – you’re dirtier than you look. I bet you’ve jerked off to this thought hundreds of times.” Sebastian doesn’t even know what he’s saying at this point, but he’s close. “I bet you’re only like this for us, though – willing to spread your legs and do whatever we want you to.”
Barry whimpers, and his fingers tighten around the headboard as he comes. Sebastian moans as Barry clenches around him, and he thrusts in a few more times before coming himself. His breathing is ragged, and he collapses on top of him as Kurt pulls back.
Barry tugs Kurt up, and Sebastian kisses up Barry’s back.
When they collapse on the bed, Sebastian takes one side of Barry and Kurt takes the other. Kurt entwines his fingers with Sebastian’s, and they nuzzle in closer.
Barry stays quiet for a moment before looking between the two of them. “Please tell me that wasn’t a one-time thing,” he says.
“God no,” Sebastian says. His free hand cards through Barry’s hair, and he smirks as Barry leans into his touch.
I'm working on the next chapter of It's All in the Timing.
As it turns out, Sebastian is still there for lunch. It takes Kurt a while to fall asleep, so he doesn’t sleep more than half an hour, but the nap helps.
“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re actually enjoying our company,” Kurt says as Sebastian sets the table.
“Oh, fuck off. I just have nothing better to do with my time. Besides, I get a free meal out of it.” Sebastian rolls his eyes.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Santana says.
“Now I’m offended. Lying is one of my many talents." He crosses his arms over his chest, and Kurt laughs as he checks to see how his meal’s going.
“What are your other talents?” Santana asks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sebastian’s tone is suggestive, and Kurt snorts.
Summary: TiMER AU. What if you had a timer that counted down to the moment you met your soul mate? Kurt’s been waiting to find his soul mate and his happily ever after all his life. Things don’t turn out quite when his soul mate turns out to be the snarky, arrogant Sebastian Smythe.
Warnings: AU obviously. Brief mentions to previous Klaine within the chapter.
Author's Note: So, school's been crazy, but I finally managed to update! Some exciting stuff happens in this chap.
.Prologue. One. Two. Three. Four.
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Kurt decides very quickly that Santana and Rachel together can be a bit annoying. “That boy’s not half bad. I mean the popped collar makes him look like a bit of a douche, but I don’t see why Hummel won’t hit that,” Santana says, looking at a picture of Sebastian.
“That’s what I’m saying! He needs to let go of the past and move on with his life. You don’t know how much he still talks about Blaine. It isn’t healthy,” Rachel says, nodding her head and giving Santana a serious expression.
“I know. I remember when Kurt Hummel didn’t take shit from anyone.” Santana’s eyes dart over to Kurt, and she crosses her arms over her chest. As Santana raises her eyebrows expectantly, Kurt just huffs and leans back in the couch.
“I hate both of you,” he grumbles. “I understand. I need to get out more and move away from Blaine. Blah, blah, blah.” He presses his lips together and grabs his tea from the side table.
“I don’t know whether you understand, though,” Rachel says, pushing away her laptop and turning to Santana for support. Santana nods and runs her hand through her hair.
“Hate to say it, but want-to-be Streisand is right.”
“Hey!” Rachel nudges Santana, though she is smiling a little bit.
“Old habits die hard,” Santana replies, shrugging her shoulders.
“So, what about your guy?” Santana asks. “I heard you have one too.”
“Oh, Brody’s not the one,” Rachel says, tapping at her TiMER. “But I’ll find that out soon enough. Besides, I really like him. He’s fun, and he’s kind of amazing in bed.”
“They’re so loud,” Kurt groans. When he buries his head in his hands, he can hear Santana laughing, and he shudders. With his eyes closed, he gets a mental image of Rachel and Brody making out right next to him on the couch. Quickly, he opens his eyes again and straightens up his back.
“Get some, Berry,” Santana cheers, grinning. “Sounds exciting. Better than Finn, in any case.”
“Finn was –“ Rachel stops to try to think about what to say. Her mouth opens before closing again, and she lets out a small hum as she continues thinking.
“Like a sweaty sack of potatoes who couldn’t have sex with a damn?” Santana asks.
“I sometimes forget you dated him too.”
“I try to forget,” Santana says, shaking her head again.
“He wasn’t that bad,” Rachel says.
“I love him. He’s my step-brother and all,” Kurt says, shifting over to face Santana and Rachel, “but he can be a bit –“
“Gross to the point that you don’t want anything to do with him?” Santana asks.
“Not what I was going to say.”
“Oh, I forgot, before Blaine came around, you had a crush on him too.”
“That went away ages ago,” Kurt says, scowling and burying his head into the pillows. He still feels embarrassed sometimes thinking back to it and how excited he was when Finn moved in. Kurt lifts his face up when he can tell his blush has gone away, but before he can say anything else, his phone lights up.
(9:24)
What are you up to, babe?
Kurt sees the text from Sebastian and picks his phone up off the table to write a text back.
“Who is it?” Santana asks.
“No one.”
“I bet that means it’s Sebastian,” Rachel says.
Kurt lets out a huff and texts back.
(9:25)
One of my friends from high school is here, and she and Rachel are both torturing me.
He gets an immediate reply back.
(9:25)
That sounds like fun. Why wasn’t I invited?
(9:26)
Gee, thanks. You can come over if you want. Maybe you can save me from them.
“What’d you say?” Santana asks.
“I –“ Kurt’s phone lights up, and he sees another text from Sebastian.
(9:27)
Hmm, I guess I have nothing better to do. Might as well.
“Sebastian’s coming over,” Kurt says, and he tosses his phone next to him on the couch.
“So, I get to meet him,” Santana says, quirking her eyebrows. “Are you two planning a date?” As she smirks, Kurt shoots her a glare.
“Don’t even joke about that.” He almost debates telling Sebastian not to come just so that he won’t have to deal with their sure-to-come taunting, but he refrains.
“You sure you two lovebirds don’t want any privacy?” Santana asks. When Kurt purses his lips and just continues staring her down, she laughs and lifts her hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I’m just saying, I thought you two weren’t even good friends.”
“We aren’t.”
“And he’s coming to hang out with us?”
“He texted me, and I needed someone to save me from you two,” Kurt says, stretching a hand out over the armrest and running his fingers down the fabric.
“What did I do?” Rachel asks. Her eyebrows shoot up, and she gives Kurt and offended look.
“You’re just as guilty of teasing me.”
A grin spreads out over Rachel’s face, and she laughs. “Well, okay. I guess I can’t deny that. So, when’s Sebastian coming?”
“I have no clue. He just texted me. I’m guessing another half hour or so.” He’s not sure exactly how long it will take, but before he can think about it too much longer, there’s a knock at his door. Kurt tilts his head to the side. He knows that there’s no way Sebastian could have gotten here that quickly. He gets up and opens the door, and, sure enough, Sebastian’s standing on the other side, leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets and a smug look on his face.
“How did you get here so fast?”
“Someone else let me in downstairs.” When Kurt keeps on giving him a curious look, Sebastian shrugs. “What? I was in the neighborhood.”
“You were in the neighborhood?”
“Are you feeling okay? You’re slower than usual,” Sebastian says, looking amused.
“This must be Sebastian,” Santana says, popping up from behind Kurt. She scans him up and down before nodding in approval. “You didn’t mention that he was hot.”
“He didn’t?” Kurt puts his hand up to his heart as if wounded. “Kurt!”
“I’m sorry. I was too busy remember how you’re a complete asshole. It must have slipped my mind.”
“That was completely rude and uncalled for,” Sebastian says. He turns to Santana and nods. “But, yes, I am hot.”
“I see where the arrogance thing comes in too,” Santana says.
“It’s pretty bad,” Kurt agrees, biting back a smile as Sebastian scowls.
“I don’t like either of you. You both are mean.” Sebastian pouts, pulls his hands from his pockets, and crosses his arms over his chest. Sebastian looks like an angry six year old, and Kurt moves into the apartment again, motioning for Sebastian to come inside. He makes his way over to his couch and sits down again, and Santana moves over next to Rachel again.
“Hello, Sebastian,” Rachel says, somewhat coolly. Kurt can’t blame her. Kurt knows he spent a long time bad-mouthing him. Rachel’s heard more than an earful, and it’s not like he’s bothered correcting the things he’s said about Sebastian since them. All of them are true. Sebastian is arrogant, vain, and self-absorbed, but, somehow, Kurt doesn’t mind it as much.
He’s so caught up in thinking about it that he doesn’t notice that everyone’s looking at him until Rachel calls his name again.
“Huh?” he asks, glancing around.
“Babe, you’re a little spacy,” Sebastian says, nudging Sebastian.
“Babe?” Santana asks.
“He insists on using that stupid nickname.”
“If it makes you feel any better, it’s not only for you. I’ve called hundreds of men ‘babe’ throughout my life.”
Kurt just sighs and ignores Sebastian before turning to Rachel again. “What did you want?”
“Sebastian was asked whether you’d made any more progress on what you guys are doing for Vogue,” Santana answers.
“You mean what I’m doing for Vogue…” Kurt nudges Sebastian. “You just sit around and do nothing.”
“Excuse me. I’m the one looking fabulous in those clothes. You just… do the rest,” Sebastian says.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kurt rolls his eyes but smiles. “But it’s going well. Oh! Would you like tea or coffee or something?” He motions over at his tea. “We were drinking a bit, and I forgot to ask.”
“Do you have anything stronger?”
“Than coffee?” Kurt asks.
“Like alcohol…” Sebastian continues. “If you don’t mind…”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Kurt says, looking around.
“Why not? Let’s celebrate. This is, after all, a special occasion,” Santana says.
“It is?” Rachel asks.
“Well, I’m meeting Kurt’s future husband.”
Kurt and Sebastian both start making noises of protest at the same time, and Sebastian makes a gagging sound. They fling out their arms and move away from each other as if they will somehow make it happen if they’re sitting too close. Santana and Rachel burst out laughing, and Santana looks pleased with herself. As she sits up straighter, Kurt huffs.
“I really hate you sometimes,” Kurt says, standing up to grab the wine bottle. He brings it back, and Sebastian shakes his head and gets up.
“No. Something else.” He makes his way over to the kitchen, and Kurt follows him, rolling his eyes.
“Why, yes, Sebastian. Of course you can go into my kitchen and raid the fridge,” he says as Sebastian opens the refrigerator.
“Always happy to oblige,” Sebastian says, snapping his fingers and pointing them at Kurt. He pulls back after a moment and pouts. “Do you not have lime or mint or crème de cacao or anything good?” Holding an open hand at Kurt’s fridge, Sebastian pouts. “I’m disappointed.”
“Believe it or not, but we don’t make cocktails daily.”
“You’re missing out,” Sebastian says.
“I think I like this guy,” Santana comments, laughing.
“Thank you. At least someone appreciates me.” Sebastian pulls out their cranberry and orange juice and sets it on the counter. “I suppose a Madras will have to do.”
“A man after my heart,” Santana says.
Kurt looks over at Rachel, expecting to see her angry. She’s not overly fond of people touching their things, but she seems fine with Sebastian making a cocktail. Her head cranes over and she watches as Sebastian mixes the drinks together.
“Rach, you drinking too?” Kurt asks, even though he already knows the answer.
“Yup.”
After grabbing four glasses, Kurt makes his way over to Sebastian and sets them on the counter. Sebastian neatly pours them into each glass, filling it to the top.
“Isn’t that a bit much?” he asks, sucking in his lips. Sebastian has already seen him drunk once, and he’s not sure he wants a repeat.
“It’ll be fine. Just drink up. Really, we might as well have some fun if we’re going to drink.”
When Santana cheers, Kurt lets out a sigh and nods his head. He grabs two of the glasses and sets them down in front of Santana and Rachel before going back to grab their own. After he and Sebastian make their way to the counter by Rachel and Santana, they all clink glasses and take a sip.
“So, how do you like it?” Sebastian asks, giving Kurt a smug look. It’s delicious. The juice mostly manages to cover up the taste of the vodka, and it’s sweet and sour. Of course, he’s not about to admit that to Sebastian.
“It’s okay, I guess,” he says, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, shush. You love it.”
“You’re pushing it, Smythe,” Kurt says as they make their way back over to the couch. He moves his tea to the side and sits back down.
“So, Sebastian, Kurt didn’t say much about you other than that you two have your little TiMER thing going on. What do you do?”
“Other than sex, drugs, and rock and roll?” Sebastian asks, grinning at his own, corny joke. The joke falls flat, and Santana just skeptically raises her eyebrows and nods. “I’m majoring in psychology.”
“Any plans on what you want to do afterwards?” Santana asks.
“Either a clinical or forensic psychologist.”
It isn’t until he’s nodding along as well that Kurt realizes that this is the first time he’s heard this. Of course, he’s never questioned that Sebastian has a life outside of their work in the office. Kurt’s even seen him work on homework several times. Yet he realizes he’s never asked what he’s doing or where he’s studying.
“NYU?” Rachel asks.
“Yeah. It’s great. Love it. I was going to go into law at first, and I’m glad I didn’t. Not my cup of tea. More my parents’.”
Kurt sips at his drink and looks at Sebastian. Sebastian takes another two gulps from his drink, downing it and setting the glass down. He looks at the empty glass for a moment before moving back over to the fridge to make himself another.
“I don’t think I knew that you were doing psychology,” Rachel says.
“Yeah, I don’t know whether Kurt even knew.” Sebastian turns to face Kurt before asking, “Did you, babe?” with a little wink. Kurt frowns as he hears Santana chuckling again.
“No, I didn’t. I don’t know how that didn’t come up.”
“You were too busy worrying about your TiMER,” Sebastian says, shrugging and taking another sip of his drink. Kurt looks down at his own drink and takes a few more sips as well.
Sebastian makes his way back to the couch and stretches his shoulders and neck. “Anyway, psychology it is. Oh, and let me know if you want any more to drink.”
“It’s not that complicated,” Kurt says. “Just some orange juice, cranberry juice, and vodka.”
“But it’s the amount of each that you put in that makes it taste good. If you mess up on that, you fuck up the whole drink.” Sebastian props his legs up on the table, and Kurt swats them.
“No.” He points a finger at Sebastian, who just laughs.
“It’s not that big of a deal. I’m not going to scuff up your table.”
“Down.” When Kurt continues glaring at Sebastian and giving him, what he hopes is, a menacing look, Sebastian puts his legs down.
They carry on a conversation for another while. Kurt’s two and a half drinks in when he really starts feeling the effects. It’s been a long few days, and he’s falling asleep, drifting in and out of the conversation. He feels hot, and his head feels heavy. After unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, he looks over at Sebastian and leans into his shoulder.
“You okay?”
Kurt’s eyes open, and he looks up drowsily at Sebastian. “’M fine. Tired.”
“Okay…” Sebastian taps Kurt’s nose before looking back up. Belatedly, Kurt goes to swat it away and whines when he taps his nose instead. It only takes another minute for him to fall into a light sleep.
He’s not sure how long he’s asleep, but he’s woken up by Sebastian gently shaking him. He whines, trying to ignore it. Though he doesn’t remember his dream, he knows it was nice, and he’s trying to fall back asleep hoping that it’ll continue where it left off. Instead, Sebastian tickles his stomach, and Kurt lets out a squeak.
When he opens his eyes, everything is a bit blurry. His head feels woozy, and his eyelids keep on shutting. He can tell Sebastian’s saying something to him because every time his eyes open, he can see Sebastian’s lips moving. He nods his head and blinks a few times before managing to open his eyes completely.
“Bas…” Kurt’s hands reach out, and he holds onto Sebastian to stay upright. “Where did Santana and Rachel go?” he looks around and yawns.
“Rachel went to get the air mattress together for Santana. It’s four AM, so we’re staying here for the night. I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“You can sleep with me. I don’t mind. You did it before,” Kurt says, rubbing at his eyes.
“I think it’s better if I sleep on the couch,” Sebastian says, chuckling.
Kurt pouts. Truth be told, he feels like cuddling up against someone, but, even tired, Kurt doesn’t want to admit that to Sebastian. “Fine.” Kurt runs a hand through his hair and stretches his back backwards. When he looks up, he sees Sebastian staring at him. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. You just – Nothing. I must have had a lot to drink.”
“What?” Kurt’s confused, but he doesn’t know what really to say. “Okay…” He stares at Sebastian, waiting for a response. When Sebastian doesn’t say anything else, they both stare at each other for a moment. Sebastian’s hand drop from his waist, and Kurt looks down. Sebastian’s shirt is ruffled and riding up, exposing a little bit of his stomach.
Kurt’s eyes slowly look up Sebastian’s frame, taking in how disheveled he looks. Kurt can’t help but think he looks –
Fuckable is the first word that comes to mind, and Kurt swallows, feeling dizzy. He grabs Sebastian for support and tumbles forward a bit, their noses bumping. Kurt’s eyes go wide, and his breath catches in his throat. As he starts pulling away, Sebastian’s hand darts up and moves to the back of his neck, drawing him back in.
Sebastian’s fingers weave into his hair tighten around it as Sebastian presses their lips together. With a small gasp, Kurt leans in and his lips fall open. Without hesitation, Sebastian’s tongue swipes across his lower lip before flicking against Kurt’s. Kurt’s barely awake enough to respond, but he lets out a small whimper as his hands reach out again. His left one falls to Sebastian’s waist, squeezing lightly as his right goes up to Sebastian’s jaw. Tracing along it with his thumb, Kurt glances up to see that Sebastian’s eyes are half-lidded with desire.
It isn’t until they topple down onto the couch that Kurt even realizes that he’s been leaning forward. Sebastian’s hands fall from Kurt’s hair, and they travel down to his shirt, slipping underneath and riding up his back. When Sebastian pulls back, his lips are swollen, and he’s breathing heavily. Kurt’s heart is pounding as he stares at Sebastian in shock. There’s no doubt that his cheeks are red. In fact, his entire body feels hot and tense.
Kurt’s about to lean back in when he hears footsteps. He scrambles up into a sitting position and runs his fingers through his hair to make sure it isn’t messy. Sebastian sits up as well and licks his lips.
“Wow, you got him awake. I’m impressed,” Rachel says. “Usually he’s hard to wake up when he’s like this.” She has several blankets in her hands, and she sets them down on the table.
“Guess I have a special talent for it.”
“Those blankets should be enough, but let me know if you need anything else.”
Before Rachel can leave the two of them alone again, Kurt gets up, muttering ‘good night’ to both of them as he makes his way to his room. The entire time he’s getting out of his clothes and brushing his teeth, the kiss replays in his head. Part of him wants to say that it never happened and to attribute it to his drowsiness, but he can’t do that.
When Kurt finally lays down and falls asleep, he can’t shake that uneasy feeling.
KSKSKSKS
When Kurt wakes up, it takes him a while to remember last night’s events. Judging by the sound of people talking in the kitchen, he can guess that Sebastian’s still here. It’s not like he’s ever kissed anyone before, and, while he knows it’s a mistake, he doesn’t know how Sebastian feels about it or if this changes things between them.
Kurt drags himself out of bed, dreading going to the kitchen. As he makes his way out, he decides not to say anything. Since Sebastian was the one to kiss him, he can be the one to bring it up. Sure enough, Sebastian’s in the kitchen, coffee pot in hand.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Sebastian says, smirking at Kurt. “You look like a hot mess.”
Kurt grumbles quietly, avoiding Sebastian’s eyes as he walks across the kitchen.
“You okay, Kurt?” Rachel asks.
“Fine.”
“Coffee?” Sebastian asks. “I made some for everyone.”
“This boy is God-sent,” Santana chimes in. “If you weren’t gay…”
“Trust me. If I wasn’t gay, I would have pounced on you the moment I waked in here,” Sebastian says, winking at Santana.
“Wanky.”
As Sebastian hands him the coffee, Kurt looks up. There’s nothing different in Sebastian’s expression. He doesn’t look any smugger nor does he look confused. It’s as if nothing happened last night.
“You really aren’t a morning person, are you?” Sebastian asks.
Sebastian scrawls down another few notes as Kurt does a flip in the water. His tail flicks around nervously, and Sebastian sighs. Sebastian's free hand goes up against the glass, and his fingers spread out. Kurt mimics his actions from the other side, pressing it up against Sebastian's. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," Sebastian says.
There's the sound of footsteps behind them, and Sebastian pulls his hand away. He knows that if people see his attachment to Kurt, they won't let him continue coming back. The two boys stop buy Kurt's tank and go up to the glass, knocking on it and jeering. One of them sticks out his tongue and nudges the other, and Kurt bears his teeth at them, his ears tilting back.
Sebastian feels anger flare up inside of him, and he turns to the other two students. "Leave him alone," Sebastian snaps.
"Aww, Smythe's got a little bit of a soft spot," Hunter teases, nudging Jesse.
"Cute," Jesse agrees, quirking an eyebrow.
"Oh, fuck off," Sebastian mutters. "Besides, how do you think Professor Pillsbury would feel if I told her you were rapping on the tank?"
Hunter purses his lips and crosses his arms. "Like you'd do that."
"Try me."
Both Hunter and Jesse look at him a moment longer before shrugging their shoulders and leaving. They mutter to each other, glancing back as they leave the room, and Sebastian finally looks back at the tank. Kurt tentatively swims back up and presses his hands against the glass again.
Sebastian sits himself down and pushes his work to the side. "They're dicks," Sebastian mutters. He wishes there was something he could do to help Kurt and get him out of here. If it was just a matter of breaking the rules, he would do it, but, logistically, he doesn't see how it's possible. Only two people have access to Kurt's tank, and they have tens of locks, camera, and alarms around the entrance.
Kurt seems to float in the water as his gaze holds Sebastian's, and Sebastian runs a hand through his hair. "I wish I could help," he says, and Kurt nods his head as if to tell Sebastian that he knows and doesn't blame him. "God, I'm just as bad as them, taking notes and --" Sebastian cuts off, picks up his book and papers, and throws them across the room. Kurt flinches but shakes his head, lowering himself to Sebastian's level and pressing one hand against the glass yet again.
Sebastian lets out a shaky breath before pressing his hand back up as well.
Summary: Based off of this. Kurt's considered nobody special at school. Sebastian, on the other hand, is at the top of the ladder. He's the star football player, dating Santana Lopez. All of that changes when Kurt runs into Sebastian at Scandals.
Warnings: Klaine friendship
Author's Note: I couldn't help myself.
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“Can someone explain to me the importance of the green light?” Mr. Rutherford asks, glancing around the class. Both Sebastian and Kurt raise their hands, and Mr. Rutherford points at Sebastian. As Sebastian starts to speak, a pencil jabs at his shoulder. He reaches under his desk and grabs the note Rachel’s slipped to him.
‘You going to practice today?’
Kurt looks up at Mr. Rutherford, who is nodding along to Sebastian’s words before quickly scribbling back a reply.
‘What else would I be doing?’ Kurt passes it back and taps his pencil on his desk before looking over at the clock. His eyes make his way over to Sebastian, who looks pleased as Mr. Rutherford praises his response. There’s another jab at his shoulder, and Kurt scowls. He grabs the note and opens it.
I don’t know. I was just wondering.
Could Sebastian suck up any more? Also, can you stop stabbing me with your pencil? A light tap would do. He passes the note back and looks up at the clock again when he hears Mr. Rutherford call out his name.
“Mr. Hummel, could you please tell the class what Sebastian just said?”
Kurt has no clue what Sebastian said, but he knows what the green light is supposed to represent. Before he starts to explain, he sees Sebastian’s smug look. Kurt straightens his back and clears his throat. “Well, the green light represents Gatsby’s hope for Daisy. It’s everything he wants but can’t have. He wants this future, and he even reaches out for it, but, kind of like the American dream, it’s not something he can ever have.”
Mr. Rutherford nods his head, happy with Kurt’s response. “Good.” As he turns his attention to the whiteboard and grabs a marker, Sebastian sneers at Kurt. Kurt smirks and raises his eyebrows. Before he can fully appreciate his moment of success over Sebastian, there’s another jab at his shoulder, and Kurt winces. Sebastian chuckles as he turns around.
What happened to the whole not jabbing my shoulder thing?
Sorry. Am I really jabbing it?
Yes.
The bell rings, and everyone scrambles around them, ready to get out of class and head home. Kurt pulls himself up and grabs his satchel, slipping his books inside. He’s barely made it out when he hears his name being called.
“Hummel.” Sebastian Smythe is leaning against a set of lockers, smirking at him. “Did a little pencil hurt you?”
“Fuck off.”
“We all know ladies shouldn’t use such language,” Sebastian says, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.
“Don’t you have someone else to torture?” Kurt asks, pushing his satchel strap up his shoulder and glaring at Sebastian. Rachel walks out behind Kurt and puts her hand on her hip.
“Aren’t you going to be late for football practice?” Rachel asks, pursing her lips.
“Everyone knows the coach wouldn’t even care. He loves me. Everyone does.” Sebastian winks at both of them.
“Oh really? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure Rachel and I don’t,” Kurt says.
“I should clarify… everyone who counts loves me,” Sebastian says.
Before Kurt can reply to that, Santana Lopez walks up behind Sebastian, putting her arm around his waist. She stretches up, pressing their lips together for a light kiss, and Kurt scrunches his nose in disgust. Santana’s always been a bit handsy. She knows as one of the three girls of the “Unholy Trinity” no teacher will yell at her, and she makes sure to take full advantage of it.
“What are you doing talking with these losers?” she asks, raising her eyebrows and letting out a small hum.
“No reason. They were probably hoping they’d absorb some of my awesomeness,” Sebastian says. Kurt scoffs, and even Santana rolls her eyes.
“You were the one who wanted to bother us when we were doing absolutely nothing,” Rachel says. Kurt’s stomach drops. As much as Rachel tries to help, sometimes she doesn’t know when to drop a subject and move on.
“Look, hobbit, no one asked you,” Santana says, lifting her hand up as if to snap her fingers before pulling Sebastian closer. “C’mon, let’s go.”
Kurt’s actually glad that they’re dropping it as the two of them walk away.
“Rach, I love you, but you need to sometimes let it go. We’re going to be late for Glee practice anyway.”
“I’m not going to apologize. He was being rude. Besides, like we’d want to be anything like him. He’s rude and just –“ She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.
Kurt wishes he could add “ugly” or “stupid” to the list, as he could with most jocks, but it’s different with Sebastian. He’s at the top of their class, and, unfortunately, he is far from ugly.
They make their way to their lockers, quickly grabbing what they need to take home before making their way to the rehearsal room. “I hope he falls and breaks his leg during practice,” Rachel says as they walk into the rehearsal room.
All head turn turns them, and Mr. Schuester grins at them. “Hey, guys, settle down. We’re going over which songs could maybe work for Sectionals.”
Kurt makes his way down to his chair, and Mercedes waves at him. He waves back before setting down his satchel next to his chair. Kurt quickly turns to Blaine, his best friend, who’s scooting his chair closer. “So, where were you?” Blaine asks.
“Sebastian Smythe thought it’d be funny to nag us after class,” Kurt says, sighing. “Have there been any good song suggestions?”
“Not really. I’m all for old school music, but Schuester doesn’t have good taste.” Blaine yawns. “I’m just ready for today to end. I’m tired.”
“But you’re still going to Scandals with me tonight, right?” Kurt asks.
“’Course. I promised, didn’t I?” Blaine smiles at him. “Oh, I meant to tell you that I finally watched Cabaret.”
“Without me?” Kurt asks, pouting.
Blaine just laughs. “Yes, without you. We can watch it again together, though. I wouldn’t mind. I want to watch it again at some point.”
“Wasn’t Liza Minnelli perfect in it?” Kurt asks excitedly.
“I was thinking more along the lines of Michael York shirtless. Seriously, I would jump on that.” Blaine grins, and Kurt nods in agreement.
“Definitely.”
“You two boys listening?” Mr. Schuester asks, and Kurt and Blaine’s heads snap up.
“Yeah,” Blaine says, though his cheeks turn a little pink. Kurt nods and laughs under his breath at Mr. Schuester’s skeptical look.
“Okay. Just make sure you guys aren’t talking. We need to figure out a song, okay? I want everyone in on this,” he says.
Kurt and Blaine mumble in agreement and settle down in their chairs.
KSKSKSKS
“I just really hate him,” Kurt says, jabbing his ice cream with his spoon. He looks down at it before sighing. After practice, sometimes, he and Blaine get ice cream together. Kurt understands why people keep expecting the two of them to get together. They’re both gay, and they’re as close as two friends can be, yet the thought seems foreign and even uncomfortable to Kurt. He can’t imagine the two of them in a relationship, and Blaine’s agreed to that.
“Sebastian’s kind of an asshole,” Blaine agrees.
“Kind of?”
“I mean, he could be worse.”
“He hasn’t made it his goal to make your life a living hell.” Kurt sets his arms down on the table and puts his chin to rest on top of them.
“That’s true. I’m sorry he was being such a pain in the ass today. What even brought it on?” Blaine laps at his ice cream and raises his eyebrows.
“He got an answer right in English, and Mr. Rutherford thought I wasn’t paying attention, so he asked me to repeat what Sebastian said. I did, but then Rachel practically stabbed me with her pencil.”
“Why did she do that?” Blaine asks, furrowing his brow.
“She was trying to get my attention to pass a note. She doesn’t know how to be gentle.” Kurt sighs and mixes around his chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream before taking another spoonful. “I’m tired of having to deal with Sebastian. Anyway…” Kurt shakes his head as if to clear it.
“So, which musicals do I still need to see?”
“RENT is the main one. You make a terrible gay guy by not having seen that one,” Kurt teases.
“I’m sorry. My parents didn’t want me seeing it when it came out, and then I just never got around to it…” Blaine leans back and sets his feet up on the chair next to Kurt.
“Your parents make me angry sometimes.”
“If by sometimes you mean all the time, then I’m with you on that one.”
Kurt and Blaine eat a bit more of their ice cream in comfortable silence before Kurt remembers to ask about Scandals again. “You have your fake ID, right?”
“Yeah. I still can’t believe I have one of them. I feel like a criminal.”
“You said the same thing about not wearing hair gel,” Kurt says, laughing. “I mean, it’s a little worse than that, obviously, but it’ll be exciting. At least I think so.”
“It’ll be an adventure,” Blaine agrees. “I just hope my parents don’t catch us.”
“My Dad’s gone today, and Finn’s spending the night at Puck’s. I think they’re going to a party.”
“Sebastian’s?” Blaine asks.
“Is he throwing one?”
“I don’t know. I’m just guessing. Either his or Puck’s party. Both can get away with it. Sebastian’s parents have to know that he drinks.”
“Either that or they’re pretty dumb,” Kurt says. He leans back. “Do you think I’m a lightweight?”
“Probably. I’m guessing I’m one too. I’m not exactly… built heavy.”
“Not really. You might even be normally high if you let those curls out, though,” Kurt says. He grins at Blaine, and Blaine scowls. It’s not unusual for Kurt to tease Blaine about his height. It takes a lot to actually offend Blaine, and, in any case, Kurt’s always teased Blaine in an endearing way.
“I’m not that short,” Blaine says with a pout.
“You’re fun-sized.” Kurt scrapes his spoon against his bowl, picking up whatever ice cream is left.
“So are fun-sized candy bars, and they’re awfully disappointing.” Blaine’s pouting again, and Kurt reaches out over the table, ruffling his hair.
“You’re not disappointing,” Kurt says.
“What’s so fun about a candy bar a fifth of its size? If I want a candy bar, I want the whole thing.” He nods his head vigorously, and Kurt finds the serious look on his face amusing.
“You’re cute. Is that a better way of putting it?” Kurt asks.
“Can I be sexy too?”
“Yes, you can be sexy too. And one day, you’ll make your future boyfriend very happy. Is that enough of an ego boost for you?” As Blaine nods, Kurt laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”
“That’s what makes me so fun.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Kurt leans back and looks up at the sky as Blaine continues eating his ice cream. The ice cream place is off of the main road, so the cars are only audible in the distance. It’s almost fall, and Kurt feels a nervous drop in the pit of his stomach. He’s already started to work on his applications. His entire life has been spent imagining his future in New York, and this year he’s supposed to find out whether it was just a dream or whether it’s going to actually come true.
“You okay?” Blaine asks. Kurt tilts his head down and looks at Blaine before nodding.
“Yeah, I’m just thinking.”
“Whatever it is, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry,” Blaine says, shrugging.
“I wasn’t worrying.”
“You had your ‘worry face’ on.”
“My worry face?”
“Yeah, it’s kinda like…” Blaine scrunches up his brow and nose, and he sucks in his cheek a bit. He looks a little ridiculous as well as worried.
“I don’t look like that.”
“Yes you do. Always have since we were little.” Kurt just rolls his eyes and gets up with his empty ice cream cup.
“I’m just going to throw this away.”
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Kurt paces in front of the mirror as he fixes his tie. As much fun as going to Scandals sounds – he’s not as uptight as he used to be – he’s still a little afraid of things going wrong. He isn’t planning on getting drunk, but it’ll be nice to go out with Blaine, and Scandals is the only gay bar near them.
Kurt runs his hands down his shirt, smoothing it down. Slipping his phone out of his pocket, he checks the time – 10:30 PM. Kurt fixes his hair one more time before walking downstairs. Finn already left for the party he’s going to. As it turns out, it’s at Puck’s, after all. Kurt hums quietly and makes his way out to his car.
The drive to Scandals is twenty minutes, and Kurt plugs in his iPod and turning the volume on low. For some reason, he feels jumpy, and he’s starting to wonder whether this was a bad idea. As he pulls out to the front of Scandals, he checks for his fake ID for the fifteen time before making his way out of the car and locking it behind him.
Scandals is a little shack with a lavender neon light. It looks a bit run down, and Kurt scrunches his nose. There’s a drag queen smoking a cigarette outside, leaning against the wall, but Blaine’s nowhere to be seen. Kurt waits nervously for five minutes before pulling out his phone again.
There’s a missed call from Blaine, and he realizes that his phone was on silent. Kurt goes to call him back and puts the phone up to his ear. It takes three rings before Blaine picks up. “Kurt?”
“Hey, Blaine, where are you?” Kurt asks, glancing around and shifting his weight to the balls of his feet to the front and back.
“I ended up throwing up. I really don’t feel good, so I don’t think I can come. I’m really sorry.” Blaine sounds a little sick, and Kurt’s stomach dips. “I hope I got to you before you left,” Blaine adds when Kurt doesn’t say anything.
“I’m at Scandals.”
“Shit. Kurt, I’m really, really sorry. I’ll make it up to you. We can go next weekend or some other time. You know my parents leave a lot. We can figure something out.” He sounds sad, and Kurt waves his hands dismissively even though Blaine can’t see him.
“It’s fine. Really. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. You can’t help being sick. It’s not a big deal. I’ll just drive back or figure out something. Feel better, though, okay?”
“Yeah…” Blaine doesn’t sound too convinced.
“I’ll talk to you later, okay? Sleep some.”
“Will do. Kurt, I’m still really sorry.”
“It’s okay. Bye.” Kurt hangs up his phone and looks at Scandals with a sigh. He’s already all the way out here, and it feels silly just leaving Scandals to go home. He’s dressed up and ready. Kurt bites his lip and glances back at his car before moving forward to the entrance.
The bouncer checks his ID and waves his hand for Kurt to go inside.
Kurt’s not entirely sure why the drag queen had decided to go outside to smoke. The inside smells like cigarettes and alcohol, and the air is a little smoky. The music is a tacky sort of disco, and Kurt slips his hands inside his pockets. He’s not sure what to do, so he makes his way over to the dance floor. He’s never been too fond of dancing, but he figures not that many people are paying attention anyway. Most are already drunk. The floor’s half-empty, though, and, after a little bit, Kurt feels silly.
He slides over to the bar, starting to wish that he’d waited for Blaine to go here. While it’s a new experience, it’s the sort of experience that needs a friend to go with it. He’s sure if Blaine was here, they’d both be laughing and dancing together on the dance floor.
Kurt stands at the bar, tapping at the chipped wooden surface and looking down. He feels slightly overdressed here. It seems like most people have opted for a more casual look. There’s a decent amount of bears in wife-beaters and baseball caps, and a few twinks are dressed in a t-shirt and skinny jeans. Kurt loosens his tie.
“Piña colada, please,” Kurt says when the bartender looks over at him. He nods and grabs a glass. Kurt scans around the bar again, leaning on the counter. The bartender clears his throat after a minute, and Kurt glances over, grabbing his drink.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, paying for it. He sips at it and licks his lips before continuing to glance around. Kurt’s just about to find a stool and sit down when he sees someone familiar at the other end of the bar. His eyes go wide as he stares for a moment.
Sebastian Smythe is sitting, leaning in close to another boy and grinning. He’s far closer than he should be, and Kurt’s jaw goes slack Sebastian puts his hand on the boy’s leg and shifts it up. The boy laughs, and Kurt marches over wondering whether Sebastian has a twin brother he’s never bothered to mention.
“Sebastian?” he asks, standing behind Sebastian.
“Give me a sec, babe. Can’t you see I’m busy?” Sebastian mumbles, not bothering to look up. He squeezes the other boy’s leg and chuckles.
“Sebastian…”
“Jesus, can’t you just leave me –“ Sebastian turns around to see Kurt, and his eyes go wide. His mouth hangs open for a second as he clears his throat nervously.
“Oh, fuck.”
The other boy glances between them with a confused look. “Should I – umm – leave?” he asks, looking more nervous than he was before. Sebastian snaps out of the small trance he was in and nods.
“Maybe it’s better if you do. Sorry…” Sebastian’s voice, which is usually confident sounds small, and his shoulders hunch in. As soon as the boy leaves, Sebastian quickly adds, “This isn’t what it looks like.”
“So, you aren’t at a gay bar cheating on your girlfriend, then.”
Sebastian opens and closes his mouth before letting out a sigh of defeat. “Maybe it is what it looks like.”
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Summary: TiMER AU. What if you had a timer that counted down to the moment you met your soul mate? Kurt’s been waiting to find his soul mate and his happily ever after all his life. Things don’t turn out quite when his soul mate turns out to be the snarky, arrogant Sebastian Smythe.
Warnings: AU obviously. Brief mentions to previous Klaine within the chapter.
Author's Note: I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated. Also, unedited. Surprise, surprise. Hugs and butterfly kisses, all. xx
.Prologue. One. Two. Three.
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Kurt stares down at his wrist at the zeros before looking back up at Sebastian. His head feels light as he opens his mouth, trying to find something to say. Sebastian’s mouth is just hanging open, and his eyes are wide.
“Nope.” Kurt’s the first one to break the silence, and he throws his hands up and steps back. “There’s something wrong with the TiMER.”
“I bet I got a faulty one,” Sebastian replies, sounding panicked.
“There’s a mistake.”
“Has to be,” Sebastian agrees.
“I mean we couldn’t be –“
“Don’t be silly.”
“You’re not my soul mate – my one.” Scoffing, Kurt’s eyes dart around the office.
“Yeah, I like guys, anyway.”
Kurt glares at him, but the feeling of dread keeps him from getting too angry. “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to pretend like this never happened because it doesn’t change anything. You’re just some other guy, and one of our TiMERs is wrong, and that’s that,” he says, taking deep breaths and balling his fists up. “It’ll be okay.”
“Yeah.” With another deep breath, Kurt relaxes a little. “It’ll be fine,” he repeats and leans back in his chair. He’s about to brush it off, when he sees Sebastian tracing his finger along his wrist. “Wait a second…”
“What?”
“I don’t,” Sebastian says as if that explains everything.
“Obviously you do because there’s one on your wrist right now.”
“I don’t even remember getting it.”
“How the fuck does that work?” Kurt’s chest feels tight as he covers his eyes and sighs. It suddenly seems so silly to think that his whole life has felt like it’s been leading up to this point. His throat closes, and his stomach feels heavy with disappointment. When Sebastian’s still silent, Kurt drops his hands and glares at Sebastian. “Sebastian…”
“I was drunk, okay?” Sebastian slides his hands into his pocket and huffs. “Some guy took me there.”
Kurt pinches the bridge of his nose. “Well, he messed up.”
“Why does it even matter? I’m not planning on following what this silly… thing tells me to do. Just because it thinks we’re meant to be soul mates.” Sebastian scoffs and rubs the back of his head.
“Well, I’m not planning on listening to it either.” He stares down at his wrist, and his eyes sting. For his entire life, he’s counted on this moment to save him from loneliness. It was what reassured him when he broke up with Blaine. Maybe Blaine wasn’t the one, but someone out there was.
If he’d known that Sebastian was going to be that one, he never would have broken up with Blaine. Suddenly everything that Sebastian’s said about TiMERs makes sense. He’s based his whole life around something that let him down.
“You okay?” Sebastian’s voice is quiet and cautious, and he sounds like he’s afraid of upsetting Kurt even more. Kurt looks up at him and nods.
“I’m fine. It’s just…” For a moment, Kurt debates explaining his fear to Sebastian. What if he doesn’t end up with someone else? What if everything ends up with their soul mates, and he ends up all alone? Instead, Kurt just shakes his head. “Never mind. It’s stupid anyway.”
Sebastian looks uncomfortable, but he still forces a smile on his face. “Well, obviously.” He scoffs, but even that doesn’t sound quite as sincere anymore.
“I can’t believe you let some guy do this to you,” Kurt says with a groan.
“Either way, it wouldn’t have changed your soul mate. You’d have ended up with me or with a blank TiMER your whole life,” Sebastian says, shrugging. “No use worrying over something you can’t change.”
“Well, I rather would have had it stay blank.” As soon as it’s out, Kurt realizes how harsh it sounds. He sees Sebastian’s jaw tighten and his expression turn cold.
Sebastian lets out a huff and purses his lips. “Fine. Your life. It’s not like I care.” He clears his throat, and Kurt’s stomach drops.
“I didn’t mean to –“
“Are we going to work or not?”
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“So, wait, let me get this straight… Sebastian is your soul mate?” Rachel’s eyes are wide, and she leans back in her chair before smoothing down her dress.
“We’ve gone over this five times. Yes, Sebastian Smythe is my –“ Kurt stands up, pushing his chair back as he does so. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll find someone else. I’ll figure it out.”
“But you’ve always wanted to find your One. You’ve been waiting for years.”
“Yes, but I’m not going to be with Sebastian. That would be ridiculous. He’s…” Kurt pauses to think of the right word, and Rachel leans forward.
“Kind of cute.”
“Thank you so much for the support. I knew I could count on you,” Kurt’s deadpans, his voice heavy with sarcasm as he glares at Rachel. She continues looking up at Kurt for a moment before shrugging and falling back again.
“I mean, it’s true. You have to admit that much. Besides, I thought you two were getting along better.”
“No. I mean, a little, but then he was an ass anyway, and I definitely don’t like him like this.”
“Well, it’s not his fault that you two got put together.”
“It’s his fault for going to get his TiMER,” Kurt says, pouting. He leans his head down on the table and groans. “I should have just stuck with Blaine.”
“There’s no use thinking about that now. It’s not going to help.”
Kurt lifts his head up to look at Rachel. “But if I had, I wouldn’t have to worry about this, and he wouldn’t have his stupid-ass –“
“Enough!” Rachel crosses her arms over her chest as she glares at Kurt. “There’s no use complaining about it now. Sebastian’s your one, and if both of you decide not to accept that, it’s your own choice. I want what’s best for you, Kurt, and maybe you should give him a chance.”
Kurt opens his mouth to say something, but when he can think of no response, he just ends up shutting it again. He lets out a huff and slides back down in his chair. Part of him knows that what Rachel is saying is right, but he can’t help but be angry. He’s spent so long looking forward to this one moment, and now that image of a happily ever after doesn’t seem so easy.
“Look, I feel you. I really do.” Rachel’s voice is gentler. She stands up and moves over to Kurt, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I understand that it sucks. TiMERs are stupid, but you’re going to either have to accept this or move on with your life and find someone else.”
“And if this was happening to you,” Kurt starts, “are you telling me that you wouldn’t throw a fit?”
Rachel just ruffles Kurt’s hair. “I never said that.” She gives Kurt a toothy grin and walks away. Kurt drops his head back down on the table with a groan.
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“I got offered a job to continue working as a model here. I’d get more money,” Sebastian says, continuing to work on his calculus homework. Tapping his pencil at the desk, he continues looking down at the problem he’s working on.
“Oh?” Kurt asks.
“Yeah, I need the money.”
“Don’t your parents pay for everything?”
“Most everything. I still have an avid night life to pay off, but I get paid to look attractive, and it’s not like I’m doing that much.”
“I’ve noticed,” Kurt grumbles, pursing his lips and erasing a bit of his design. Isabelle had asked him to work on another outfit, though, this time, without a model.
“Anyway, I’d be working with you again.”
Kurt’s hand stops, and he drops his pencil. “No.”
“I said yes.”
“Are you kidding me, Smythe?”
“Are we back to Smythe now?” Sebastian asks, raising his eyebrows. “I thought we were past acting like kids.”
“You’re one to talk,” Kurt says with a snort.
“It’s not like I want to work with you. I asked Isabelle if I could work with someone else. Trust me, this has nothing to do with our little… discovery.”
“You mean, your mistake.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong. Just because I had a little fun –“
“And got a TiMER,” Kurt adds. “Which you weren’t going to get in the first place, by the way…”
“So, you rather would have just not known than know it was me?” Sebastian asks.
“We’ve gone over this. Yes. I would rather just forever wonder than even imagine putting up with you for the rest of my life.”
“You sure know how to compliment a guy.” Sebastian’s lips are a thin line, and his brow furrows, as it always does when he’s upset.
As he looks at Sebastian, Kurt can’t help but feel a bit guilty. He runs a hand through his hair as his shoulders slump down. “Look, it’s not that you’re not attractive.”
“I know I’m attractive. I don’t need you telling me that.”
“This is what I’m talking about. I don’t care what our TiMERs say, we wouldn’t get along together.”
“Maybe in an alternate universe,” Sebastian agrees.
“I don’t understand why you’re so offended if you don’t want to be with me.” There’s a small throbbing in his head, and Kurt rubs at his temple.
“People would pay to be with me. I’ve had them tell me that – literally.”
“Please tell me you’ve never taken them up on that offer,” Kurt says, feeling a bit disgusted at the thought.
“I’m not that crazy.” Sebastian pushes his chair out, lifting his legs and propping them up, crossed, on the table. Kurt scowls at him, but Sebastian ignore him. “I’m just saying that it’s weird having someone not want me. Besides, it makes me feel as if I’ve lost my charm.”
“What charm?” Kurt asks, feeling satisfied as Sebastian glares at him. “Do you want to grab lunch since we’re both taking breaks anyway?”
“Sure.” Sebastian swings his legs down and grabs his jacket, putting it on.
Kurt grabs his as well, and he slips it on. This sort of interaction between them isn’t terrible – Kurt can deal with it. At least they can talk about the TiMERs knowing that neither of them want to act on what it’s telling them. Still, a small part of Kurt’s frustrated that Sebastian’s accepted the job. He wants to talk to Isabelle and tell her that it’d be a terrible idea, but, for whatever reason, she’s been firm and committed to the idea of the two of them working together from the start. Kurt slips his hands into his pocket.
“We going?” he asks Sebastian.
Sebastian has his phone out and is texting someone. His brow his furrowed as he looks down at the screen. “What?”
“Are we leaving? Food…”
“Oh, yeah. Right.” He slips his phone into his pocket and clears his throat, walking over to the door and holding it open with his foot. “After you, my lady.”
“Are the lady jokes ever going to stop?”
“Nope.”
“Asshole.”
“I can’t help it if you don’t appreciate my humor,” Sebastian says, quirking his eyebrows. “Not my fault you’re not funny.”
Kurt walks out, glancing down at his phone. He can give a solid hour to lunch and still have plenty of time to finish his work for today. Fixing his jacket, Kurt straightens his posture and sighs.
“You okay?” Sebastian asks.
“Fine. Tired.” Kurt reaches up, and his fingers run across his TiMER.
He knows what Rachel said made sense – he has to either accept this or move on, but he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. This was supposed to be his solution, and now he has no clue what to do or who to go to. Part of him hopes that, if he heard, Blaine would change his mind and come running back, but it’s not that simple. Blaine’s happy with someone else now, and – as much as he hates to admit it – Rachel’s right. There’s no use worrying about that part of his life. It’s over. Blaine’s not his to worry about.
Kurt traces the outline of his TiMER, and when he looks up from the pavement to Sebastian, he notices that Sebastian’s giving him a weird look. “What?”
“You always do that when you’re annoyed or thinking about something,” Sebastian says, shrugging. “Like… always.”
“So?”
“So what are you thinking about?” Sebastian holds the door to the outside open, though this time he holds back on the lady remark.
“Thanks,” Kurt mumbles, walking through. He flips his wrist down, feeling suddenly self-conscious of his habit of playing with his TiMER. He hadn’t even known it was a habit. “Nothing.”
“Clearly it wasn’t ‘nothing’. Your cheeks are pink,” Sebastian notes, amusement in his voice.
“And?”
“What’s troubling the great Hummel?”
“Like you’d care.”
“I find it entertaining if nothing else,” Sebastian says, winking.
“Whatever.” Kurt huffs and slips his hands back in his pockets, staring back down at the pavement.
“You’re like a little girl. Look, I understand the whole lost love sucks. Blah, blah, blah, but TiMERs aren’t perfect, and it’s stupid to keep on worrying about the fact that I’m your One.” Sebastian throws out his hands, gesturing vaguely and rolling his eyes. “Maybe this’ll get you to open your eyes and think for yourself. If you want a relationship, you can’t rely on technology to give you a perfect ending. Besides, man up.”
“Man up? Is this supposed to be another comment on how I’m a lady?” Kurt asks, pursing his lips.
“No. It’s supposed to be a ‘wow, I can’t believe you’re still moping over this’ comment.”
“I’m not moping,” Kurt says, though he can hear the whine in his voice.
Sebastian raises his eyebrows skeptically. “Look, babe, I know your life is hard because you can’t find a guy and whatever, but that’s not the only thing you need to be worrying about in life. Enjoy it. Fuck someone. Let someone fuck you. Loosen up that tight asshole of yours.”
Kurt puffs out his cheeks angrily and shakes his head. “I can’t do that.”
“No, you won’t do it.”
“What?”
“You won’t,” Sebastian explains. “There’s a difference, babe.” He stops and faces Kurt. “Where do you want to eat?”
“Does Panera work for you?”
“I haven’t had their baked potato soup in a while. They’d better have it or this day’s going to be ruined.”
“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” Kurt asks, smiling a bit as he looks over at Sebastian. Sebastian looks just as amused, though he shrugs his shoulders.
“I’m just saying that I’m really looking forward to this baked potato soup. It’s kind of amazing.”
The light in front of them turns red, and they wait at the corner of the street. Though Sebastian isn’t saying anything, the silence between them isn’t as bad as it was before. In fact, Kurt would go as far as say that it’s comfortable. He looks at the Panera sign just a block down and lets out a slow breath. Maybe Sebastian’s right; he just needs to calm down, and everything will be okay.
When the light turns green for them, they cross the street and make their way into the Panera. This time, Kurt holds open the door for Sebastian, and, much to Kurt’s surprise, Sebastian doesn’t make a snarky comment.
“They have baked potato soup. Crisis averted,” Sebastian says, grinning.
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Kurt’s debating whether or not he should start getting ready for bed when his phone buzzes with a text from Santana. An hour later, he’s at a pub, sitting next to her and picking at his sweet potato fries.
“God, I kind of miss McKinley. Is that weird?” Kurt asks, laughing. He takes a sip of his Shirley Temple and Santana shakes her head.
“A bit. I mean, you weren’t exactly the head of the food chain, Lady Lips.”
With a groan, Kurt’s head falls into his hands. “Do you have to call me that?” he asks, continuing to rest his chin on his hand as he looks up at Santana.
Her lips twitch up a bit, but she shrugs. “Habit.”
“And anyway, I still had glee club. I miss you guys.”
It’s true. As much as he’s been missing Blaine, Kurt realizes he misses everyone else. He misses everyone from Mercedes to Brittany. Rachel’s here, but she’s busy, and everything’s just different. He would never wish for her to regress to how she was – especially fashion-wise – but he misses having someone to talk to about a failing love life and small problems. Even though they’re both at NYADA, most of the time, they aren’t even competing. As much as he’s glad that he doesn’t have to deal with Rachel’s diva attitude, he misses the thrill of the competition.
“I thought you always wanted to get to New York. Besides, you’re working with Vogue and going to NYADA,” Santana says, reaching out and grabbing one of Kurt’s chips, dipping it in the salsa before biting into it.
“It’s great. It is. I guess it’s just… different than what I expected New York to be.”
“And what did you expect it to be?”
Glamorous and perfect are the first two words that come to mind, but Kurt knows how ridiculous that would sound. New York City’s been the city of his dreams, and yet… “I don’t know. Just different.”
Based on the way Santana rolls her eyes, Kurt’s fairly sure she doesn’t believe him. “Alright. Well, L.A. is pretty wonderful.” She crosses her legs and nods her head before dipping the other half of the chip into the salsa and eating it.
“Oh?”
“Yup. Ran into Mila Kunis out in a Starbucks.” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, and Kurt groans.
“Not really my type,” Kurt says, reaching for another chip as well.
“And Andrew Garfield.”
Kurt sits upright, chuckling. “That’s more like it. The things I’d do to that man.”
“Wanky,” Santana says with a wink. “Anyway, speaking of wanky, I noticed your TiMER is at zero.”
Kurt reaches down to tug his sleeve lower on his arm as if it can cover up what Santana’s already seen. His eyes flicker down to the bit covered on Santana’s arm. She’s never really cared about her TiMER. Kurt assumes Santana got one since everyone else was. She never seemed interested in finding out what it had to say. She covered it up, but, unlike Kurt, she hadn’t ever seemed curious what was underneath.
He flushes and shakes his head. “I did, but it’s not important.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who wanted to find their One as much as you,” Santana says. She takes a sip of her drink and looks at Kurt, waiting for him to provide an answer.
“It’s this guy I’ve known for a while. I’m working with him, but he got drunk and ended up getting his TiMER, and – I don’t know. It’s stupid.” Kurt knows it’s not the best description, but he wants to avoid talking about it.
“That doesn’t sound too terrible.”
“He’s kind of a pain in the ass,” Kurt says, his eyes bouncing around the pub and keeping away from Santana.
“If you don’t feel like talking about it, I’m sure Yentl will be willing to tell me all about it,” Santana says, shrugging her shoulders.
“Rachel has enough gossip from her end to keep you busy.”
“Yeah, I heard she got a boy toy of her own. Good for her.” Santana stretches out her hands, waving her fingers in front of Kurt’s face. “I mean, she’s not the only one having fun. My nails are cut short in case you haven’t noticed.”
Kurt frowns in disgust. “I hadn’t noticed, and I would have preferred keeping it that way.”
Santana just rolls her eyes. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I missed you,” she says, popping another chip in her mouth.
Prompt: Fill for the Kurtbastan firsts meme: first time they see each other.
Rating: PG-13
Note: I thought I'd put my own little spin on it. And it's unedited. What a surprise...
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“It’s not one of his good days, I’m afraid,” Nurse Tessa apologizes as she puts her hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. “He’s been throwing fits all day.”
Sebastian’s face falls, and he nods his head, adjusting his hat. “I’d still like to try, if you don’t mind,” he says, and he brings his wrinkled hands together in front of him as he gives Nurse Tessa a sad smile.
“Of course. Come on. Who knows? Sometimes he surprises me.” Her voice is filled with forced, fake optimism as she walks him down the clean, white hall. They stop in front of door 405, and Nurse Tessa knocks on it before opening it.
Sebastian hangs back over her shoulder, and his heart dips as he looks at Kurt. He’s curled up in his bed, staring down at his blankets which are on the floor. As he looks up at Nurse Tessa and Sebastian, Sebastian’s throat closes up.
“Oh, what have you done, honey?” she walks over, handing Kurt his blankets. He takes them without a word and wraps himself up in them before looking up at Tessa again. “You have a visitor. Sebastian’s here to see you,” she says. Her voice is gentle and slower as if she were speaking to a child.
“Hey, Kurt. I missed you.” Sebastian steps out from behind Nurse Tessa and smiles. He pulls his hat from the top of his head and places it in front of his chest.
“I don’t know you.” Kurt sounds panicked, and Sebastian knows right away that it isn’t going to go well.
“I’m Sebastian. It’s nice to meet you.” Sebastian stretches out his hand and takes another step forward, and Kurt pushes back in his bed.
“I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to. I don’t want to.” He repeats it over and over, his eyes wide and dazed. Sebastian stops and stumbles backwards, making his way out of the room before leaning against the wall in the hallway, closing his eyes. He hears quiet voices as Nurse Tessa tries to calm Kurt down. The click of her heels makes him open his eyes again, and she walks out, shutting the door behind her.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Tomorrow will be better,” she says.
Sebastian hopes so.
KSKSKSKS
“I’m Sebastian Smythe, it’s nice to meet you,” Sebastian says, walking into the room. Kurt smiles up at him and sits up, stretching out his hand.
“Kurt Hummel. Pleasure.” As his eyebrows rise up, and he looks Sebastian up and down, Sebastian can’t help but laugh. It reminds Sebastian of how Kurt used to be, and even now he holds himself with his back straight. “What?” Kurt asks.
“Nothing. It’s good to meet you too, Kurt.”
“I don’t like this place. I miss my home,” Kurt says, and he pulls his lips into a thin line, looking almost like he’s concentrating.
“You remember your home?” Sebastian’s heart races. It’s moments like this – when Kurt will remember a small detail of their life together – that Sebastian waits and lives for.
“I – There was a piano. And the bedroom was sea foam green. My husband wanted to paint it blue. And –“ His brow furrows. “I don’t know.” He looks lost in the moment, and Sebastian’s chest tightens. He reaches out, putting his hand on top of Kurt’s.
Kurt jumps, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Sounds lovely.”
“I’m sure it was if I designed it.”
Sebastian laughs.
KSKSKSKS
“He hasn’t had a good day in a while.”
“A month and three days,” Sebastian replies automatically.
“But he’s doing really well today, actually,” Nurse Tessa replies, and she smiles at Sebastian. “He told me that our chocolate chip cookies weren’t as good as the ones he used to have.”
“He loved those cookies,” Sebastian says, chuckling. His hands slip into his pockets, and he waits for Nurse Tessa to preface his entrance before coming in. Nurse Tessa leaves them alone, closing the chair behind them, and Sebastian sits down in the chair.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sebastian,” Kurt says, smiling up at Sebastian.
“Pleasure.”
“That’s a pretty ring,” he says, pointing to Sebastian’s finger. “How long have you and your wife been together?”
“My husband and I have been together for fifty-three years,” he says, and Kurt looks embarrassed and surprised.
“I didn’t know. You don’t look…” His eyes drop.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
“How did you meet your husband?” Kurt asks as he glances up.
“We met through his boyfriend at the time.”
“Really?” Kurt sounds surprised, and he scoots himself up in his bed as if listening to a bedtime story. “You didn’t… cheat, did you?”
“Oh, no. We hated each other.”
“That’s not very romantic,” Kurt replies, looking disappointed. Sebastian chuckles. As much as Kurt had tried to deny it, he had always been a bit of a hopeless romantic.
“We made up for it later. It took a while. We met again after I started going to college, two years later.”
“And did you fall in love then?” Kurt asks.
“It’s complicated. It didn’t happen for a while. We didn’t even want to admit that we were friends for a while.”
“Well, I think that’s stupid.”
“Me too.”
There’s a small pause between them, and Kurt sighs, his smile falling. “I wish I could remember how I met my husband.”
“You’re married?” Sebastian asks.
“I think so. I have a ring.” He looks down at his hand and twists it. “I just want to be able to remember him. I’m sure he was wonderful.”
“Perfect, even,” Sebastian offers, and Kurt’s nose scrunches.
“Let’s not get carried away.”
KSKSKSKS
“Sebastian Smythe.” He extends his hand and takes Kurt’s, shaking it.
“Kurt Hummel. Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, Kurt.” He smiles and tips his head to the side.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re tacky?”
“My husband used to tell me that all the time,” Sebastian says, and he sits down.
KSKSKSKS
They’re in the middle of a conversation when suddenly Kurt’s head jerks up. He looks panicked as he glances around the room before staring at Sebastian. “Who are you?”
“I’m Sebastian, I –“
“How did you get in here?”
“We were just talking, Kurt,” Sebastian says, reaching out for Kurt’s hand. Kurt jerks away.
“No, we weren’t. We –“ Kurt glances around the room, and Sebastian stands up.
Prompt: penguinswithguns prompted: Kurtbastian prompt: the first time Sebastian meets Burt, Carole and Finn.
Rating: PG-13
Note: Absolutely unedited. Sorry for the wait!
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Kurt paces back and forth in the living room, running a hand through his hair. He sucks in his lips and runs his hands down his pants, smoothing them down.
“Kurt?” Kurt looks up to see Carole walking towards him. She has a smile on her face, and when makes her way over, she puts a hand on his back. “Nervous?”
“No,” Kurt says, though his voice is somewhat raspy. He clears his throat and lets out a shaky breath. When Carole continues looking at him somewhat skeptically, his shoulders slump in. “Maybe. It’s just that Dad…” Kurt shakes his head.
“Burt cares about you, and after what this Sebastian kid did to Blaine – after the way he treated you when you were in high school, it’s only normal for him to worry.” Smiling at him, she rubs his back.
“We’re twenty-five. He’s different.” It’s not entirely true; Kurt just knows him better. He knows not to take it personally when Sebastian calls him princess, though he glares back at him. New York opened him up; he’s confident, and, in any case, he has a quick enough wit to keep up with Sebastian’s constant banter.
“I know he is. Just relax. It’ll be okay.” Carole looks like she’s about to continue when the doorbell rings.
Kurt freezes for a moment, staring at the door. It’s Carole’s hand giving him a small nudge on his shoulder that spurs him into moving and opening it. Sebastian grins as he sees him, holding a package in one hand.
“Hey, babe,” Sebastian says, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Kurt’s lips.
There are footsteps from upstairs coming down, and Kurt slips his hands into his pockets, stepping back so that Sebastian can come in. The footsteps settle behind him, and he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see Burt standing behind him.
“Hello, Sebastian.”
“Hello, Mr. Hummel. Finn.” Sebastian’s eyes glance over at Finn, and he smiles politely. Kurt can tell that Sebastian’s guarded, cautious, but as he sticks out his hand and shakes Burt’s, Kurt is sure that no one else can tell.
“Thank you,” she says, and Sebastian just nods his head.
They start to make their way into the living room, and Sebastian trails behind with Kurt. “You’re such a suck-up,” Kurt hisses.
“Shush. I know what I’m doing,” Sebastian says, sticking his nose up. When Kurt gives him a skeptical look, Sebastian sighs. “Okay, not entirely, but it works in the movies!”
“Yeah, whatever.” As his eyes drop, Sebastian wraps an arm around him.
“Hey, relax. It’ll be fine. Promise,” Sebastian says. He drops his hand down and squeezes Kurt’s ass.
“Bas!”
They sit down in the living room, and Kurt gives Sebastian a final glare.
“We have some corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, green beans, and Burt made steak,” Carole explains, gesturing around.
“Looks delicious,” Sebastian says, taking the spoon for the mashed potatoes as it’s offered to him.
“I made dessert,” Kurt says.
“Well, you do make the best. I really liked when you made that chocolate cake with the whipped cream the other week,” Sebastian says, smirking a bit. Kurt covers his mouth as he starts coughing, and he can feel his cheeks turning red.
Images of Sebastian tied down, small bits of whipped cream covering his cock and nipples flashes in his head, and he takes a sip of water. “Yeah, I remember.” Finn looks confused, as usual, and Burt and Carole don’t notice much. Still, Kurt stomps his foot down on Sebastian.
“Right. Thanks,” Kurt mutters, grabbing some green beans and passing them on to Finn.
“So, Kurt tells us that you’re in law school.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Oh, call me Carole.”
“Well, Carole. Columbia has a pretty good law school.”
“He’s just being modest for once,” Kurt adds. “Columbia is just below Harvard.” He nudges Sebastian and smiles, relaxing a bit as Carole smiles at them. “He got into Stanford as well, but I was staying in New York, so…”
“I thought you two hadn’t been dating back then.” Burt says. “Didn’t you get together just four months ago?”
Kurt clears his throat. He’s not about to explain to his father that they’d been hooking up at that point. Luckily, Sebastian saves him from having to say anything.
“Well, Kurt still held a special place in my heart back then.”
“Isn’t that sweet?” Carole asks, smiling at Burt. Burt nods his head and chews on the piece of steak he’d cut off.
Leaning in Sebastian whispers, “And by heart, I mean bed.”
Kurt chokes and elbows Sebastian before looking back up.
“Do you two live together?” Carole asks, and Burt looks down, suddenly absorbed in his food.
“Yeah. We were living together before we got together, so…”
“But if you two live together, does that mean you share a bed?” Finn asks, tilting his head to the side. Usually, Kurt can appreciate his stupidity, but, at the moment, all he wants to do is kick him.
“Yes, Finn, we share a bed.”
“Oh.” Finn looks between Sebastian and Kurt with wide, regretful eyes, obviously wishing he hadn’t said anything.
“So, what happened since high school, Sebastian?” Burt asks, and even though Kurt had hoped they could have avoided this specific topic, he’s grateful for the change of subject.
“There were a lot of things I realized. I know I shouldn’t have thrown that slushy or been a jackass to Kurt,” Sebastian says, dropping his fork and motioning around. Kurt has to bite his tongue to keep from adding that Sebastian still is a bit of a jackass to him. “I mean, Dave was kind of an epiphany, but it’s not like it was some magic cure,” Sebastian says, scoffing. “I’m sure that Kurt told you that I wasn’t exactly a princess when we ran into each other in New York.”
“He was actually pretty terrible,” Kurt agrees, nodding.
“Thanks for the support,” Sebastian says. “I wasn’t that terrible.” He pouts, but Kurt just gives him an unimpressed look.
“Okay, so I was a little terrible, but I’m a lot better now. Kurt helped me a lot.”
The rest of dinner seems to go well. It isn’t until they’re done eating dinner and ready to move onto dessert that anything happens.
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Hey, I’m going to go grab dessert. Care to join me, Sebastian?” Burt asks. Kurt sinks down in his seat as Sebastian puts his napkin on the table and nods. Kurt and Carole collect plates, and when they get into the kitchen, Burt’s hand is on Sebastian’s shoulder, and he’s leaning in, speaking quietly to him. Burt’s head moves up, and when he sees them, he steps back.
“Your cheesecake looks really good, bud,” he says, smiling.
“Thanks. I’ll grab the spoons.”
When Carole and Burt clear the room, Kurt turns to Sebastian. “What did they say?”
“He warned me not to break your heart or else he’d come after me. He said that he respected your decision, but he had to admit that he didn’t trust me entirely, and – uh – I’m not really sure what else.”
“Well, shit,” Kurt says, running a hand through his hair and sighing. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really –“
“You two coming along?” Burt’s voice carries from the dining room, and Kurt bites in the inside of his cheek.
“Coming!” he calls out to his dad before turning back to Sebastian. Sebastian leans in and presses a kiss to Kurt’s lips.
“Don’t worry, babe. They’ll get there.”
“I really hope so,” Kurt says.
“They will. Now, c’mon, I have a family to impress.”
Prompt: Anon prompted: Kurt dies and Sebastian has to cope.
Rating: PG-13
Note: I'm not good with this kind of stuff, but I hope I didn't do too badly. Unedited.
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While everyone copes with traumatic events in their own way, they say grief comes in stages. Some people may seem fully functional and others can't stop crying, but, obvious or not, it's still a process getting over it. It still takes time, and some wounds leave scars.
When Sebastian gets the call the Kurt had died in a car accident, he doesn't know what to do with himself. They are young, mid-thirties, and they are supposed to have their whole lives ahead of them. As he stares at the supper he'd prepared for them, he slides down the wall and cries, his legs pressed up against his chest, and his arms wrapped around his legs.
Both plates set out on the dinner table stay empty that night.
Denial (noun) || \di-ˈnī(-ə)l, dē-\
(1) : refusal to admit the truth or reality (as of a statement or charge) (2) : assertion that an allegation is false
After his head stops spinning and his eyes are too sore to cry anymore, Sebastian picks himself up off of the floor. He looks at the plates before stumbling over to the living room. There has to be some mistake. Maybe someone who looks like Kurt had died or they had gotten the name wrong.
Sebastian sits himself in the couch by the door and waits. He waits until the sun comes out. It has to be ten in the morning before he finally drifts off, curled up in a ball.
Kurt still isn't home when he wakes up.
Except that doesn't happen. Kurt doesn't come home that day. Sebastian checks his phone that evening to find forty missed calls, but he listens to none of the voice mails. At nine o'clock there's a knock on the door.
He hasn't cried at all since the call last night, but when he sees Burt and Blaine on the other side of the door, their eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot, he collapses into their arms and sobs again.
Anger (noun) || \ˈaŋ-gər\
a strong feeling of displeasure and usually of antagonism
It's only after the funeral that the feeling of disbelief fades away. It's a closed-casket funeral, and Sebastian can't wrap his mind around the fact that the wooden box in front of him carries Kurt. He feels detached, like the scene happening in front of him can have nothing to do with Kurt, his Kurt.
Afterwards, Sebastian carries on with his life. For a while he seems numb. People who know him better, like Blaine, know that below his stoic expression, he's hurting. Blaine sees glimpses from when Sebastian lets his guard down. There are the bags under his eyes.
There's a low ache that builds up inside of Sebastian. Sometimes, like when he has so much work that he has no time to think about other things, he feels like he can cope. Other times, like when he wakes up in the middle of the night and rolls over, only to find the other side of the bed empty, it seems unmanageable.
Blaine spends weekends visiting New York, helping Sebastian. Sebastian insists that he doesn't need help, but Blaine knows his company helps. Besides, he's sure that Sebastian has to get lonely in that apartment.
They're setting out the table to eat when Sebastian drops a glass, and it shatters. He stares at it for a moment before bursting out into a bitter laughter. "Sebastian?" Blaine asks. He moves forward, but before he can fully reach Sebastian, Sebastian pushes out. "Fuck this."
"Sebastian?" Sebastian can hear the worry in Blaine's voice, but he ignores it. Out of nowhere, he has the urge to smash more glasses around him. Instead, he closes his eyes and clenches his fists.
"It's not fair. It's not right. This wasn't supposed to happen to him," Sebastian says, his voice shaking. He feels sick to his stomach, and he shakes his head.
"I know it isn't, Seb..."
Logically, he knows it's not Blaine's fault, but as Blaine reaches out for him again, Sebastian strikes out. It's only when Blaine's reeling, his hand over his cheek where Sebastian had slapped him, that Sebastian realizes what he's done. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"It's -- It's fine." He gives Sebastian a worried look before moving over to the fridge to grab some ice. When he lowers his hand, Sebastian knows the hand-shaped red welt is going to leave a bruise.
Bargaining (verb) || \ˈbär-gəniŋ\
to negotiate over the terms of a purchase, agreement, or contract
Sebastian goes through bouts of anger. He can't control it, but afterwards, he's always left feeling hollow, his head reeling. The time between each meltdown increases over time. Work is the only thing that keeps him occupied and going.
Sebastian spends Thanksgiving with Burt and Carole. At first, Carole tries to keep the conversation light, asking Sebastian a few questions like "How's your work going?" ("Good.") or "Have you been getting out at all?" ("Nope.") It's impossible to break through Sebastian, and eventually she stops trying.
Part of Sebastian tells him that he should as he looks over at Burt, who now looks years older and exhausted. Yet he can't bring himself to it, and, at the end of the night, he hugs them tightly and asks to sleep on the couch. He can't imagine sleeping in Kurt's room without Kurt.
Christmas comes and goes in a similar fashion.
It's a year since Kurt got into the car accident when Sebastian goes and visits the grave with a bouquet of flowers. Blaine trails behind him, his own rose in his hand. Sebastian's never really believed in God, but as he kneels down next to the grave, he prays for the first time in his life.
i promise i'll be good and i'll never complain
just a few more years please
i'll do anything just give me my kurt back
Sebastian begs and begs, hoping that somehow, miraculously, Kurt will come up behind him and tell him he has another year or two more left to live. When a hand falls on his shoulder, and he looks up to see Blaine, standing above him, his shoulders hunch forward.
Blaine bends down and wraps his arms around Sebastian, wordlessly rocking him back and forth.
Depression (noun) || \di-ˈpre-shən, dē-\
1) : a state of feeling sad (2) : a mood disorder marked especially by sadness, inactivity, difficulty with thinking and concentration, a significant increase or decrease in appetite and time spent sleeping, feelings of dejection and hopelessness, and sometimes suicidal thoughts or an attempt to commit suicide
Everyone keeps on telling him that it'll get better, and Sebastian doesn't understand. As time goes by, instead, he gets worse. He can't sleep. He can't stomach food. He doesn't respond to phone calls, and he starts calling in sick from work. His head won't stop hurting, and he can't get out of bed.
His hair grows long, and he grows a beard. He can't be bothered to shave. He can only imagine what Kurt would say. He hated even a little bit of stubble. As far as his clothes, they're rumpled and filled with creases. It seems like too much work to do and fold the laundry.
Everything around him makes him think of Kurt. Everything in their apartment is filled with memories that Sebastian doesn't want to face. He stops keeping track of the time.
"Mr. Smythe, I'm sorry, but you're going to need to come into work, or we'll be required to let you go." Sebastian doesn't even put up a fight when they fire him. He accepts it and moves on.
Blaine tries to visit ever once in a while. "Let's go out clubbing. C'mon, Seb, you loved clubbing." Sebastian just glances over at Blaine before curling up tighter in his blankets and closing his eyes.
"You have to do something. Kurt wouldn't want this."
Sebastian doesn't understand why Blaine keeps on telling him that. He's sure that if Kurt could somehow see him, he'd be angry. He should have told Kurt to come later or found some way to stop him from taking that taxi.
"It's not your fault," Blaine tries to tell him over and over.
But Sebastian knows that it is.
Acceptance (noun) || \ik-ˈsep-tən(t)s, ak-\
willingness to tolerate a difficult or unpleasant situation
Acceptance isn't, as Sebastian discovers, the ability to move on and forget that something has happened. It's the ability to - as he so eloquently tells his therapist - "pull my shit together and keeping going despite it all".
He can't say that there's been a day since Kurt passed away that he hasn't thought about him. He wonders if there ever will be, and while he knows that it might be easier if he can, he almost hopes that there isn't.
It isn't easy to pick everything up -- to go back to a job and try to interact with other people. He's spent such a long time shutting himself up in his house, that he feels awkward, like trying to speak with a hoarse voice. He can picture the jokes Kurt would say if he could see him speechless.
There are moments which hit him harder than others, but he can expect them -- Kurt's birthday, Christmas, and Valentine's Day. It's hard not to remember the first time he celebrated Valentine's Day with Kurt and the way he'd refused to admit he actually had fun.
Each day is better, little by little.
Blaine throws a surprise party for his birthday. When it comes to the toast, Sebastian raises his glass in the air and smiles. "To Kurt. God knows what he'd say about these tacky decorations."
Prompt: Arnacis prompted: A fic based off of Maroon 5's One More Night.
Rating: M
Note: Okay, so I kind of failed at the pacing, but I did my best. It's kinda angsty, but you asked for a happy ending, so it isn't entirely sad. Hope you like it! Also, it's unedited.
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The last person Kurt ever expects to see in New York City is Sebastian Smythe. It’s easy to run away from your problems until they come back and remind you that they exist. Even if Sebastian has had nothing to do with Blaine for a year and a half – at least, as far as Kurt knows – it’s who Kurt associates him with. He tries to turn away before Sebastian sees him, but just as he goes to leave, he sees Sebastian, out of the corner of his eyes, spot him.
Sebastian’s eyes light up, and he makes his way through the crowd of people. Kurt moves to the kitchen, towards the exit, but before he can make it out, Sebastian catches up with him.
“Well, if it isn’t Kurt Hummel,” Sebastian says, raising an eyebrow and glancing Kurt up and down. Kurt scowls, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Sebastian. What are you doing here?” Kurt doesn’t feel like arguing with him.
“I go to NYADA now. I thought it had standards, but I guess not.” He gestures to Kurt, and Kurt tightens his jaw.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“Oh, but unlike you, I got in on my first try. I wasn’t accepted out of pity.” Sebastian shrugs his shoulders and gives Kurt a smug look.
“Oh, fuck off. I have to go. I don’t have time for this,” Kurt mutters under his breath, turning to leave.
Sebastian grabs him by his wrist before he can take more than a step, and he moves forward, pressing Kurt closer against the wall. “So, you ran away from your problems with Blaine. Gonna run away from me too?” Sebastian asks, holding Kurt’s gaze.
Before Kurt can stop himself, his hands push out, and he shoves Sebastian backward. Sebastian’s eyes go wide in surprise before he laughs. “The bitch has a bite.”
When Kurt goes to slap Sebastian, Sebastian catches his hand and pushes him again, this time pinning Kurt up against the wall. Kurt’s heart races as he stares up at Sebastian. He’s about to say something when Sebastian leans in and presses their lips together.
“None of your business,” Kurt says. Part of him thinks that he should run away while Sebastian’s distracted, but before he can, Sebastian leans in and starts kissing him again. Kurt whimpers, his hand moving up to Sebastian’s hair. He tugs, feeling satisfied as Sebastian’s head tilts back. He gasps and they stare at each other for a moment before Sebastian moves back in. He nips at Kurt’s neck before letting his tongue soothe over the skin, and Kurt shivers.
When Sebastian pulls back and wets his lips, Kurt moves away from the wall. He doesn’t say a word. He just leaves, and, this time, Sebastian doesn’t stop.
KSKSKSKS
The second time they meet, they run into each other at a coffee shop. Kurt knows it’s only a matter of time before he sees Sebastian again. NYADA isn’t exactly a huge college. The campus only takes up a few blocks, and the stores and cafes around it are constantly filled with students.
“What’s new, princess?” The voice comes from behind him, and he jumps and scowls. Kurt doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s Sebastian, and he sighs.
“What do you want?” Kurt crosses his arms and stares at him.
“I thought you were going to text me. Did that night mean nothing to you?” Sebastian teases with a fake out and a dramatic sigh.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Kurt mutters. He pinches his brow and shrugs, moving up to order.
When he’s done, he moves off to the side, and Sebastian soon follows him. “You have to admit that I’m a good kisser though,” Sebastian says, winking.
Kurt flushes and turns away. While he knows it’s true, he’s not about to give Sebastian the satisfaction of admitting it. “No.” Kurt’s order comes, and he’s about to go when Sebastian catches him by the wrist. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush, Sebastian,” he says flatly, tightening his jaw.
“Please. I don’t do relationships or emotions. They make a good fuck complicated,” Sebastian mutters, rolling his eyes. “Just one thing… tell me you haven’t thought about it, not even a little. Tell me you haven’t wondered what would have happened if I you hadn’t left then.” His hand slips down to Kurt’s waist, and he squeezes his hips.
Kurt pulls back as if burned and turns away without another word.
KSKSKSKS
Kurt whimpers as Sebastian pushes him back on the bed. He’s not entirely sure how they got there. One moment, they were in the bar, bickering, and the next, Sebastian was shutting the door to his room behind them. “God, I hate you,” he moans, grabbing Sebastian’s shirt and tugging him down on top of him.
“Right back at you, babe,” Sebastian says before kissing him. The kiss is messy; their teeth clash together, and it hurts when Sebastian’s bites down on his lower lips. He sucks it before pulling back and staring down at Kurt.
Kurt’s hands move down Sebastian’s sides, and he moves underneath Sebastian’s shirt, his nails digging into Sebastian’s waist. He runs his fingers up, and Sebastian arches his back. “Fuck!” he hisses.
Sebastian glares down at him before reaching for Kurt’s shirt and pulling it over his head. It falls down to the floor as Sebastian grins. His lips move back to Kurt’s neck, though this time he kisses his way down. His tongue traces Kurt’s collar, and he dips lower, taking Kurt’s nipple in his mouth. His teeth graze against it, and Kurt’s fingers curl around the bed sheets.
When Sebastian’s tongue stops at his waistband, his breathing is heavy and fast already.
“And you said you didn’t want this,” Sebastian says, laughing. “You’re so eager.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan, princess.”
Kurt scowls and grabs Sebastian rolling over him. Sebastian continues laughing as Kurt pins him down. “I thought we agreed that you were going to keep your mouth shut.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Sebastian asks, and he struggles for a moment before shifting their weight and rolling over on top again. He grabs Kurt’s hands and holds them down with one hand. With his other, he unzips Kurt’s pants and tugs them down, along with his boxers.
His mouth wraps around Kurt’s cock, and he starts bobbing up and down right away. His tongue presses up along the underside, and he hollows out his cheeks. Kurt whimpers and closes his eyes, trying not to think about the fact that it’s Sebastian Smythe who is giving him a blowjob.
It’s been months since he’s gotten one. Since he’s broken up with Blaine, he hasn’t even gone on a date. He moans as Sebastian’s tongue swirls around the head. He chuckles as Kurt arches up off of the bed, and he keeps on working faster.
It doesn’t take long before Kurt can feel that low heat in his stomach, and he whimpers. His hand moves down to Sebastian’s head, and he holds it down, his nails scraping against Sebastian’s scalp as his hips thrust up and he comes.
His eyes flutter shut, and his hand only loosens up as soon as he’s done. Sebastian pulls back and licks his lips. “Oh, you’re not done yet.”
Kurt feels the bed lift up a bit as Sebastian gets up. He rummages around before pulling something out and setting it down. When he opens his eyes and pulls himself up, he sees the bottle of lube next to him. Sebastian’s holding a condom in one hand.
As his eyes glance down, he can’t help but give an exhausted laugh. Sebastian’s hard-on is pressed up against his jeans, and Kurt can’t imagine that it’s comfortable. He moves forward, tugging Sebastian’s zipper down and grinning. Sebastian’s breath hitches, and he raises an eyebrow.
Ten minutes later, Sebastian’s naked as well. Kurt tilts his face and squirms as Sebastian adds a third finger. He can feel the slight burn and whimpers when Sebastian shifts his fingers around. “Jesus, you’re tight. I always took you for a bottom. You were the girl of the relationship after all,” Sebastian says.
Kurt wishes he was facing Sebastian so that he could slap him, but he knows better than to try to twist away like this. “Better that than be like you. Have you slept with the whole school yet?” Kurt asks, but he only gets a laugh in response.
Their sex is as impersonal as possible. The thought of facing Sebastian while they’re fucking makes him sick to his stomach, and he’s sure Sebastian wants nothing like that too. As Kurt whimpers and grabs onto the bed head, Sebastian tugs at his hair. Sebastian doesn’t take long to come, but the whole time through, he keeps on thrusting in. His nails rake down Kurt’s back, and Kurt howls, arching backwards again as Sebastian’s other hand falls to his cock.
Sebastian’s thumb runs over the head, smearing the pre-cum. The rhythm of his hand matches his thrusts, and Kurt lowers his head and bites his lip as he comes for a second time.
They fall onto the bed, and Kurt turns to face Sebastian after Sebastian tosses the condom in the trash. For a moment, they lay there, and their breathing is the only sound to fill the room. Their chests press together, smearing a mixture of sweat and come onto Sebastian’s chest as well. Sebastian doesn’t seem to mind, and he closes his eyes.
As much as Kurt wants to just fall asleep, there’s no way he’s going to do it with Sebastian next to him, so he gets up and moves over to the bathroom, washing off the come from his stomach before grabbing his clothes. He slips back into them, and though he doesn’t turn around, he knows that Sebastian is looking at him.
“That was a one-time thing,” he says, not bothering to look at Sebastian before making his way out.
KSKSKSKS
As it turns out, it’s not a one-time thing. He hasn’t told anyone that he’s hooking up with Sebastian on a regular basis. Second semester, Kurt even has a class with Sebastian. They start going out for coffee together, and though Kurt hates to admit it, they’ve somehow become friends.
“C’mon, babe, you know I’m multi-talented,” Sebastian says, winking at Kurt.
“You’re… decent at things, but tap dancing is not one of them,” Kurt replies, slinging his satchel up higher on his shoulder.
“Decent?” Sebastian sounds offended, and Kurt grins.
“Yup. Look, I’m meeting with Rachel soon. I’ll meet up with you later,” Kurt says.
“I’m going out tonight, remember?” When Sebastian smirks, Kurt feels a small twist in his stomach.
“Mm, clubbing with James, right?”
“John, actually,” Sebastian corrects.
“Whatever. Have fun. Be safe,” Kurt says, rolling his eyes.
“What are you, my mother?”
“How you haven’t gone through all the guys in New York still baffles me.”
“Do I get a kiss?”
Kurt glances around before pressing a kiss to Sebastian’s lips. He feels that familiar dip in his stomach, though he tries to ignore it. As Sebastian leaves, Kurt calls out after him, “Don’t get herpes!”
Sebastian laughs and flicks him off before turning around the corner.
KSKSKSKS
When Kurt starts going on dates with Patrick, he can’t help but think that things are finally going to get better. Patrick’s sweet and has a nice laugh. He sings well, and he’s patient, which is important. Kurt feels like he’s going into his first relationship all over again, and it’s thrilling and terrifying all at the same time.
“We can’t keep… doing this,” Kurt says, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. “Look, Bas, it was fun. But you have your hook-ups, and I’m with Patrick now.
Sebastian scowls and rolls his eyes. “Patrick’s not even good for you. What, you want another Blaine? He’s just going to leave you on the side of the road, and you’re going to come crawling right back to me, so why not just skip that middle step?”
“Why do you have to be an asshole? And how would you know what’s good for me? Like you’ve ever cared. You’re just going to miss messing around.”
“Right. Sure. Not like I’m your friend or anything.”
“Give me one good reason why Patrick’s bad for me,” Kurt says, and he holds Sebastian’s glare. Sebastian’s mouth opens and closes before he crosses his arms over his chest. “God, you’re so fucking selfish, Sebastian.”
Kurt paces around their room and lets out a frustrated laugh that dies in his throat. “I’m leaving. I’m already late.” Kurt slams the door shut behind him and blinks back the tears that are threatening to come.
When Patrick asks him what’s wrong, Kurt lies and tells him that everything’s fine.
KSKSKSKS
It doesn’t take long for Kurt to realize that Patrick dislikes Sebastian as well. It’s not like he can blame Patrick. Sebastian immediately shows his disinterest in Patrick and disapproval in their dating. Kurt oftentimes feels like he’s forced to pick sides, and he hates it. If there’s one thing this relationship has helped him realize, it’s that Sebastian is his best friend, and being forced to pick sides between your best friend and boyfriend is exhausting.
Worse yet, Kurt can feel Patrick losing patience. He feels guilty each time Sebastian calls him, and he leaves. Part of him feels justified each time; there’s a reason why he does it, but he understands why Patrick is upset too. Kurt just wishes it wasn’t about sides.
They’re in the middle of a date at an Italian restaurant when Kurt’s phone rings.
“Who is it?”
Kurt looks up at Patrick, and it’s like Patrick already knows who it is. He looks tired and upset, and Kurt’s stomach drops.
“Sebastian,” he replies, clearing his throat.
“Are you going to pick up?”
“What if there’s something wrong with him?” Kurt asks, and he hovers over the green icon, ready to swipe.
“Kurt, please… He can handle himself. This is our date. All he wants to do is bother you. You’ve cancelled the last two times because of shit he’s done. Please.
“I’ll tell him to stop bothering me, then,” Kurt says, and he picks up, putting the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
“Kurt, I need you. Please, I – I feel sick. I just – I need you.” Sebastian’s voice is shaky, and Kurt almost feels like he’s been crying.
“I’m on a date. I told you to leave me alone when I’m with Patrick. There has to be someone else you can bother,” Kurt says, and he sees Patrick nodding slowly out of the corner of his eyes,
“I need you. I need you.” Sebastian sounds hysterical, and Kurt shudders. He’s never heard Sebastian quite like this. When he’s drunk, Sebastian does have a tendency to get clingy, but this is more than just that.
“Give me on sec, okay?” Kurt lowers his phone and looks at Patrick. “He’s scared. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but –“
“Are you serious? Are you really just going to leave?”
“He needs me.”
“And I don’t? I don’t understand why you always pick him over me,” Patrick says, leaning back in his chair.
“He could be drunk and hurt or who knows what.”
“So, I have to hurt myself to get attention from you? He doesn’t even deserve your friendship. All he’s done is hurt you. He’s selfish, and –“
Kurt shakes his head and stands up. “I’m leaving,” he says, clutching his phone tightly in his hand.
“If you leave, I’m not giving you another chance. We’re over. I can’t do this anymore.”
Kurt takes one look at Patrick before putting his phone up to his ear. “Sebastian, I –“
“Please,” Sebastian begs.
Kurt closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking over again at Patrick. “I’m sorry,” is all he says before turning around and leaving.
Kurt rushes home, wondering what could possibly be wrong with Sebastian. When he gets inside, Sebastian’s obviously drunk, but he seems otherwise fine. He’s sitting on the couch, looking dazed. “What’s wrong?” Kurt asks, his throat going dry.
“Kurt…” Sebastian whines. He stumbles up and over to Kurt, wrapping his arms around him. “I missed you.” He closes his eyes and buries his head against Kurt’s chest, and Kurt feels sick to his stomach. He’s just given up Patrick because Sebastian missed him.
“Is that… it?” Kurt asks, tensing.
“Mhmm.” Sebastian nods against Kurt’s chest, and Kurt shudder and shoves Sebastian back.
“I broke up with Patrick over this. I thought you were hurt or dying or I don’t know!” he yells, his head spinning. All he can think about is the look of hurt in Patrick’s face. Maybe Patrick was right; Sebastian’s just selfish.
“I wanted you. I’m sorry. I just felt lonely, and –“
“Jesus, are you that stupid, that – that —“ Kurt’s eyes sting, and his throat closes up. He takes a few gulps of air before breaking down and crying. His shoulders slump forward, and all he can think about is Patrick’s smile and Patrick’s laugh. He thinks about the way Patrick had insisted on going with him to the hospital when Burt got sick, and how he had held his hand the whole way through.
Kurt just sobs, and not long after, Sebastian wraps his arms around him. “I hate you,” Kurt sobs, struggling. He thrashes about, but Sebastian just holds onto him tightly, and before too long, Kurt just goes limp, falling against him.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
KSKSKSKS
Patrick disappears from his life. Kurt’s apologies don’t work, and he’s left back to where he was. He’s sure that Sebastian’s asleep, so when he wraps an arm around him and presses a kiss to the back of his neck, Kurt jumps.
“You okay?” Sebastian asks. He’s apologized a hundred times over for that night, but Kurt’s madder at himself than at Sebastian.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.” Sebastian reaches out, running a hand through Kurt’s hair. After a moment, Kurt turns around and just stares at Sebastian. His eyes have adjusted to the dark, so he can see the outline of his face. Kurt leans in, resting his head against the crook of Sebastian’s neck.
“No, I’m not,” he agrees.
“I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t.”
Sebastian doesn’t say anything. He just holds onto Kurt, continuing to run his fingers through his hair. His other hand squeezes Kurt’s waist before running along his side and tracing up his collar. Kurt snuggles in closer and sighs.
“We can’t keep doing this. This is the last time.” Kurt doesn’t know many times he’s said that.
“If you say so, babe.”
KSKSKSKS
It takes months for Kurt to bounce back from his break-up with Patrick, but when he does, things are back to usual.
“I would rather stab myself with a blunt spork than go shopping with you again,” Sebastian says, pursing his lips.
“Ever the drama queen. Kurt rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair, fixing it.
“Well, this time I have reason.”
“Then, what do you suggest doing?”
“I don’t know.” As Sebastian says it, his eyes dart away from Kurt’s, and he slips his hands into his pockets.
“I’m not going clubbing with you,” Kurt says, tilting his head back and groaning.
“That’s not what I was going to suggest.”
“What were you going to say, then?” Kurt asks.
“Nothing.” As he says it, Sebastian grins at Kurt.
“That’s not a ‘nothing’ sort of look…” Kurt says, and he moves closer, prodding Sebastian’s shoulder. Sebastian just laughs and raises his eyebrows at Kurt. When Kurt scowls, Sebastian just laughs harder. “Rude,” Kurt mutters.
“Fine, fine. I was thinking we could… go on a date.”
“A date?”
“Like a proper date. Like not just ‘hey, let’s have sex because it’s awesome’.”
Kurt stares at him, his stomach knotting up. Laughter bubbles up inside of him, and before he can hold it back, he’s laughing hysterically. He can’t stop, and before long, his stomach hurts. The horrified look on Sebastian’s face only serves to make Kurt laugh more. It’s only when Sebastian crosses his arms and goes to run away, that Kurt stops him and settles down.
“If you’re going to be that way…” Sebastian huffs.
“I would love to. I just thought you didn’t do dates or relationships.”
Sebastian avoids looking at him. “Your point is?”
“So, I am special, then?” Kurt asks, grinning.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”
A smile creeps back up on Sebastian’s face, and Kurt moves in, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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Hi :D I'm confused about the TiMERs. Why is Kurt's blank but Blaine's has a time on it? Like do both of the soulmates have to have it? Love the fic though, it's so good :)
Yes, sorry. I should have explained more. They both need to have one for it to show up. So, Kurt TiMER would have only started when Sebastian got a TiMER. And it counts down to the night before at midnight and then beeps again when you make eye contact with your soulmate.
Summary: TiMER AU. What if you had a timer that counted down to the moment you met your soul mate? Kurt's been waiting to find his soul mate and his happily ever after all his life. Things don't turn out quite when his soul mate turns out to be the snarky, arrogant Sebastian Smythe.
Warnings: AU obviously. Brief mentions to previous Klaine within the chapter.
.Prologue. One. Two.
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“Well, you look like shit,” Sebastian says, leaning back in his chair as Kurt walks into the workroom.
Kurt just stares at him for a moment before muttering, “You really know how to compliment a guy, Sebastian.”
“I try.”
As Kurt goes to sit down, he can see out of the corner of his eyes that Sebastian is staring at him. Though he isn’t saying anything, his eyebrows his raised, and his expression alone tells Kurt that he has a question on the tip of his tongue. He decides to ignore it, and he grabs his laptop out of his satchel and sets it on the table. After another minute of Sebastian just staring at him, he can’t take it anymore.
“What?” Kurt asks, looking up and crossing his arms across his chest.
“Nothing. You’re awfully jumpy today.” When Sebastian smirks, Kurt just sets his jaw and lets out a shaky breath.
“I really don’t have the patience to deal with you today,” Kurt says, looking down at his laptop again.
“So, something did happen. There’s drama in wonderland.”
“Drama that’s none of your damn business,” Kurt says, grabbing his headset from his bag and plugging it into the computer. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. All he could think about was Ben – the way Blaine lit up when talking about them or the fact that it just seemed so easy between them.
Maybe that could have been the two of them. If he hadn’t decided to focus on his TiMER, maybe he could have had a solid chance with Blaine. Then again, it seemed crazy to ignore what his TiMER said.
What if his one never decided to get a TiMER? The thought had passed through his head before, but he can’t imagine who would never decide to get a TiMER. There are people like Sebastian, but they would come to their senses eventually, right?
Kurt feels a hand on his shoulder and jumps. When he glances up, Sebastian squeezes, and for a brief second, Kurt sees worry flicker in his eyes. “What did your computer ever do to you?”
“What?” Kurt asks, reaching up and running his hands over his face.
“You were giving it the death glare, so I figure it’s something pretty serious.” Sebastian squeezes Kurt’s shoulders again and starts massaging them. His thumb presses down and moves along Kurt’s collar and up his neck. Kurt shivers and lets out a whimper, instinctively tilting his head to the side.
“Nothing. You just seemed tense, babe. I’m trying to help.” Sebastian wets his lips and reaches towards Kurt’s shoulders again, but Kurt jerks out of the way.
“Stop.” Kurt lets out a sigh and shakes his head.
“Babe…” When Sebastian reaches out again, Kurt turns around, jabbing his finger in his chest.
“It’s none of your business. Just… go away. Go find something else to busy yourself with. Go bother someone who cares. I’ll text you if I need you.”
Sebastian narrows his eyes and sucks in his lips, a hard, cold look taking over his face. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll leave you to sulk. Not like I care what you do with your life, anyway.” He turns around and starts to storm out of the office. After a few steps, he turns around. “And I’m not your booty call. I’m not going to just come when you text me.” With a huff, he turns around again and leaves.
Kurt sighs and slinks down in his chair. He stares blankly at his laptop as a small amount of guilt bubbles up in him. He lays his head down on the table.
KSKSKSKS
As it turns out, Kurt doesn’t need Sebastian at work for the rest of the day. He tries texting Sebastian later, asking him what he’s up to, but he gets no reply. It seems like he’s managed to properly piss Sebastian off.
Rachel has a few wine bottles that she’s gotten from Brody, and she’s made it clear that she’s happy to share them. They haven’t really touched them. And while Kurt isn’t the biggest fan of alcohol, he supposes a little bit can’t hurt. It takes him ages to find the corkscrew, and the cork starts to crumble apart when he finally gets it out.
He pours himself a glass and stares sullenly at it before tipping it back. It’s bitter, and he winces, though he’s immediately taking another gulp. Before he knows it, he’s two glasses in, and he’s starting to get a bit woozy.
His phone buzzes, and he sets his glass down and picks his phone up.
(9:28 PM)
What could you possibly want, Kurt?
Kurt pouts at the text before writing back a response
(9:29 PM)
I made you mad earlier. :(
He stares at his phone and pokes at it, waiting for Sebastian to respond. It feels like it’s taking forever, and Kurt has to check four times just to make sure the message sent.
(9:33 PM)
Whatever.
(9:33 PM)
Please don’t be angry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be mean. :(
Kurt feels like he half shouldn’t write these things as he’s typing them out, but he hits send anyway. He leans his head on the counter and stares at his phone, jumping up when it vibrates again
(9:38 PM)
Oh my God. You’re drunk, aren’t you?
(9:38 PM)
… No. I just had two glasses of wine.
(9:40 PM)
Wow, you’re a lightweight.
Kurt smiles. He’s about to write back a reply when Sebastian texts him again.
(9:40 PM)
Which bar are you at?
(9:41 PM)
I’m at my house. I don’t have a fake ID. I just needed something to get my mind off of everything. And I was just sad that you were madface
(9:42 PM)
I hope you know that I’m going to start using the word madface around you now. Where do you live?
It takes Sebastian half an hour to get over to where Kurt lives. He hears a knock on the door and perks up, moving over to it and opening it. He gives Sebastian a dopey grin but pouts as soon as Sebastian starts chuckling at him.
“If only you could see yourself.”
“Shush.” Kurt nudges Sebastian and grins.
“Question… did you have anything to eat before you decided to drink two glasses of wine?”
“No. Why?”
“You’re an idiot,” Sebastian says, laughing as Kurt pouts at him.
“Am not.”
“C’mon, tiger, let’s go to the couch.” Sebastian wraps an arm around Kurt and they both move over to the couch. Kurt’s head is just a little fuzzy, but he can generally think fine. Though, he has to admit as Sebastian pushes close, he can’t help but lean into Sebastian more. It feels nice to have someone right next to him, even if it’s not like that.
When they sit down, Kurt curls up next to him and rests his head against Sebastian’s chest. This time, when Sebastian reaches up and squeezes his shoulder, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he closes his eyes, relaxing as Sebastian’s hand drags up to his hair and runs through it.
“So… Why were you so upset?” Sebastian’s failing to sound casual, and while a part of Kurt knows that Sebastian’s just fishing for information, Kurt doesn’t care.
“Because I messed everything up with my boyfriend, and my TiMER’s never going to start.” Kurt takes a deep breath and frowns. He doesn’t like talking about it.
“This is the guy that broke your heart, I’m guessing,” Sebastian says, and Kurt tries to nod, though his head feels heavy.
“We dated for a while, and I wanted him to get a TiMER, and he didn’t.”
“Oh God, let me guess… he wasn’t your one.”
Kurt pauses for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, he wanted it to work, but I don’t believe in it. Though I don’t think I believe in the TiMER anymore either. I don’t know. It’s stupid. He said he might get his removed for his current boyfriend. Ben.” He scoffs. “Stupid Ben and their stupid relationship.”
He feels drowsy as he opens his eyes and looks up at Sebastian, his cheeks puff out as he thinks about that Skype call.
“This is why TiMERs are stupid.” Sebastian shakes his head and sighs.
“What about you? Don’t you know what it feels like to be in love?” Kurt asks, his brow furrowing as he continues to look up at Sebastian.
“Nope. I don’t believe in falling in love this young. I have my whole life ahead of me. Besides, relationships are restrictive,” Sebastian says, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s just not my thing. I’m not saying that you kids can’t run around and play with your TiMERs and fall madly in love, but that shit’s not for me.”
Kurt nods and closes his eyes again, sinking against Sebastian’s chest. Sebastian’s arm stays snugly around him, and his other hand continues to run through Kurt’s hair. His fingers trail down to the back of Kurt’s neck before running back up, using his nails just a bit. It doesn’t take long before Kurt starts drifting off, but Sebastian squeezes him around his waist.
“Time to get you to bed, babe,” Sebastian says. “I feel like I’m babysitting.” He laughs. As he moves out of the way, Kurt whines, and he pouts as Sebastian pulls him up. He’s mostly asleep by the time Sebastian finally manages to get the door shut and get him in bed. “And I didn’t even get a handjob out of it.”
“What d’ya want – some kind of award?” Kurt asks, giving Sebastian a drowsy but amused look.
“Maybe.”
When Sebastian starts taking off his shirt, Kurt squeaks and tries to get out of his grip, though he just ends up flopping backwards on the bed. The movement is enough to jar him awake more or less, and he glares up at Sebastian.
“Not like that,” Sebastian says, rolling his eyes as Kurt continues to glare. “You’re going to bed. You should be in your boxers.”
“Oh…” Kurt looks down at what he’s wearing. Sebastian’s right; not only would sleeping in that outfit make it wrinkly, but it would also be uncomfortable. “I can do it myself.” Kurt slips out of his clothes, down to his boxers, and he suddenly feels self-conscious. Sebastian is still standing there, looking at him. He flushes and walks over to his bathroom to brush his teeth and put on his lotions.
Sebastian wanders back out to the living room, and Kurt takes his time to finish. It feels odd having Sebastian over. His mind is still a little fuzzy, but now that he’s awake, it’s clearer than it was before. He’s starting to regret inviting Sebastian over. There’s no way Sebastian’s intensions are good.
When he’s finishing up, he can hear Rachel come in. He can hear Rachel talking to Sebastian, and he makes his way out, into the bedroom, and pops his head out to glance at the living room.
“Oh, no, I’m not Kurt’s one. God no. I don’t even have a TiMER. I don’t think that they’re worth getting, really,” Sebastian says.
Rachel’s smile drops, and she arches an eyebrow. “You must be Sebastian. Why are you here?”
“So, Kurt’s told you about me?” Sebastian says, grinning. “All good things, I’m sure.”
“Right…” Rachel clears her throat and glances over at the table. “Were you trying to get him drunk?”
“No, no, I think he had a talk with Blaine and things went roughly, so he decided to just have something to drink.”
“How do you know Blaine?” Rachel asks.
“Kurt just told me about him. Interesting story.” Sebastian turns his back away from Kurt, so Kurt can’t see what his expression is.
“Oh, Kurt, there you are,” Rachel says, noticing Kurt and giving him a tight smile.
Kurt walks out into the living room and stifles a yawn. “Hey, Rachel. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah, yeah. I have to finish some homework, though. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As soon as Sebastian turns around to start heading back towards Kurt’s room, she gives Kurt a look as if to demand an explanation. Kurt just shrugs.
“We’re not having sex,” Kurt says as he moves over towards the bed and slips under the covers.
“Wasn’t planning on it. Believe it or not, that’s not running through my head all day long.” When Kurt gives him a skeptical look, Sebastian adds, “Just twenty-three hours a day.”
Kurt huffs but scoots over, making room for Sebastian. Sebastian lies down next to him.
“As fun as this one-on-one was, I think next time we should go to a club.”
“I told you that I don’t have a fake ID. I can’t go drinking with you, and I’m not about to have a boy’s night out where we hook up. This was nice and all, Sebastian, but it doesn’t mean that we’re friends now.”
“I wasn’t expecting it’d mean that,” Sebastian says, though he sounds frustrated. “I mostly thought you were drunk, and I wanted to see what you were like.”
“Great. Now you know.” Kurt rolls over, facing away from Sebastian.
“Are you seriously going to be like that? You’re the one who said it doesn’t make us friends now, not me.” The bed shifts as Sebastian moves as well, and Kurt feels the heat of Sebastian’s body move away from him. He closes his eyes and shrugs.
“I don’t even know what I’m being like.”
“Never mind. I just can’t wait until you’re done designing, we do the shoots, and I don’t have to deal with you again.”
“Great, ‘cause I’m almost done. I have maybe three more days to work on it,” Kurt snaps. That happy mood he’d managed to build back up evaporates again, and he runs his tongue over his teeth, wondering why it should even bother him that Sebastian’s acting pissy towards him.
“Awesome.”
They say nothing else, and it doesn’t take too much longer before Kurt falls asleep. He feels restless throughout the dream, and he wakes up with a small headache. When he glances over to the other side of his bed, Sebastian’s gone.
KSKSKSKS
Kurt stumbles, barely catching himself before falling. He rubs at his temples and sinks back against the wall before he’s being yelled at.
“C’mon, Hummel, are you even trying?” Mrs. Leder says, walking over. “You’re stumbling about like this is your first dance class.”
“I’m sorry. I’m just distracted, he mumbles, his cheeks turning red as the rest of the class stares at him.
“You can’t let yourself be distracted. Get distracted during a musical performance, and you’ll end up embarrassing yourself in front of an audience and giving the entire cast a bad name.” She gives Kurt a stern look and a tap on the shoulder. “Everyone take five,” she yells at the group. They scatter to grab their water bottles and take a sip or just lean against the wall.
Rachel rushes over, giving Kurt a curious look. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Sebastian staying the night, would it?” she asks.
“No, it wouldn’t. He didn’t even stay the night. He was gone when I woke up,” Kurt says, his tone harsh. He sighs. “Sorry. I’m just in a bad mood.”
“I’ve noticed. Look, I don’t mean to be… intrusive, but isn’t it a bit too soon to jump into another relationship? I don’t think you’re over Kurt, and Sebastian doesn’t really seem like great… boyfriend material.”
“He’s not my boyfriend. He came over because he thought I was drunk, and then he asked me a bunch of personal questions, and I was stupid and gave him answers. And he’s probably just going to use them against me anyway.” Kurt can feel his voice raise in pitch, and it isn’t until Rachel lays a hand on his shoulder that he jerks his head up.
“Oh, Kurt…” She leans forward, pulling him into a hug. “It’ll get better. It will.” Kurt falls limply in her arms for a moment before wrapping his arms around her too. He can feel the fear and anger and annoyance start to seep out of him, and he swallows as a lump forms in his throat.
They linger for a moment longer before pulling back. Kurt smiles at Rachel and sniffs. “Thanks.”
“That’s what friends are for, right? Now, c’mon. Impress Mrs. Leder. Show her the Kurt Hummel I know.”
KSKSKSKS
That night, Kurt and Rachel sit down to watch TV. They watch Crazy, Stupid Love and end up stumbling upon When Harry Met Sally after. Even though it’s almost eleven, they decide to watch it. Rachel deems it their girl’s night (“since we haven’t had one in a while”), and Kurt doesn’t mind. She buys a cheesecake for them to share again, and Kurt can’t help but laugh as she nudges him.
They’re just at the infamous fake orgasm scene when Kurt hears a beep. A shiver runs through his body, and his mouth goes dry.
“What was that?” Rachel asks.
Kurt’s eyes fall down to his wrist, and he lets out a yelp. Scrambling off the couch, he looks up at Rachel. His heart feels like it’s racing, and he doesn’t even know what to say or think. A bubble feels like it’s rising up in his, and before he can help it, he’s laughing giddily.
“What?” Rachel asks again, looking concerned.
His wrist goes up, and he beams at Rachel. “My TiMER. It went off.”
Rachel lets out a shriek, and she jumps up too, grabbing his wrist. “Oh my God. Kurt, you’re meeting him tomorrow! Like you’re actually going to meet him tomorrow.” She grins at him before moving forward and hugging him again. “I’m so happy for you. I told you it’d be okay. You’re going to meet your one tomorrow! I can’t believe it.”
They spend the next hour talking about it. Kurt can’t help but wonder what he’ll be like. It’s a weird concept; after all these years of hoping and waiting, it’s finally gone off when he felt like he had lost hope.
Rachel babbles on, telling Kurt over and over again to invite him over for dinner tomorrow. “We can celebrate. I just can’t believe it! I’m going to meet your future husband tomorrow.” She squeals again before pulling him into yet another hug. Usually, Kurt wouldn’t appreciate this many hugs, but at the moment, he’s pretty sure he could see Blaine and Lucas kissing and still be fine.
He’s going to meet his one.
KSKSKSKS
Kurt waits all day for it to happen. He goes around classes nervously, looking around at each person. He’s never noticed just how much he’s avoided eye contact before this. But now it seems awkward trying to get eye contact with each person.
Part of him is paranoid that somehow they won’t look at each other. What if he just walks past him on the street? Is that even a possibility? Could he meet his one and not even know it? What if one of their TiMERs somehow malfunctions? He’s never heard of something like that happening before, but he’s sure it could.
By the time he gets to work, he feels sick. His stomach is churning, and he just wants to know. It’s almost six PM. There’s only six hours left, so it has to happen soon. His eyes dart about the street and then around the elevator. As he walks down towards his office, he bites on the inside of his cheek worriedly, wondering where all the excitement from yesterday went.
He sees the back of Sebastian’s head as he walks down the hall. It’s the last person he wants to see, and he sighs as he walks into the office. Looking down at his satchel, he picks at it.
“You’ll never guess what happened last night,” Sebastian says.
“Hm?” Kurt asks. He sits himself down at his desk and puts his satchel next to the table, pulling out his laptop as usual. His headset comes out next, and when he has it all on his desk, he glances up at Sebastian.
It feels like an electric shock runs through his body as his and Sebastian’s eyes meet. Kurt goes slack-jawed as that feeling is replaced with a slow, pleasant warmth seeping through him. Beeping fills the room, coming from both his and Sebastian’s wrists. Sebastian’s TiMER is lighting up too.
