Kurt watched Sebastian set up two shot glasses on the kitchen bar. He pulled a bottle of Cuervo Gold down from Kurt's cabinet. He unscrewed the cap and filled both glasses to the top, then set the bottle aside on the counter with a thunk.

"Isn't it kind of lame that we're playing 'Never Have I Ever'?" Kurt asked, circling the rim of his shot glass with the tip of his finger. "What, are we in high school or something?"

"Isn't it lame that you called an escort for Valentine's Day?" Sebastian smirked.

Kurt's jaw dropped, but his own smirk returned full-force.

"Isn't it lame that you're a male escort?" Kurt countered.

Sebastian, raising his shot to his lips, stopped and chuckled.

"Fair enough," he said, and then downed the shot quickly, grimacing as the bitter liquid dried his mouth and burned his throat.

"Hey," Kurt said, watching Sebastian refill his glass. "We haven't started playing yet!"

"I figured I'd get a head start," Sebastian said. "You look like a light weight."

Kurt pulled a face, mimicking Sebastian by mouthing his words.

"Here, I'll give you an easy one, princess. Let you catch up." Sebastian raised his glass and said with a sly grin, "Never have I ever fucked Blaine Anderson."

Kurt watched Sebastian for a second, eyes growing wide as he moved the glass to his lips, but then he smiled, and put his full glass back down. Kurt frowned, downing his shot with a single snap of his head.

"That was a low blow, Smythe," Kurt groaned,

"That's what I'm here for." Sebastian winked. "Your turn."

Kurt refilled his own glass, trying to come up with something that might shock even Sebastian Smythe. He looked into Sebastian's green eyes.

"Never have I ever…had a foursome."

Without batting an eyelash, Sebastian drank the shot.

"Ugh," Kurt commented. "You whore."

Sebastian's blank expression shifted for just a second at Kurt's words, but his unimpressed demeanor stayed firmly cemented in place.

"All part of the job," he said, refilling his glass. "Never have I ever worn women's clothes."

Sebastian's Cheshire cat grin returned when Kurt took his shot.

"Fashion has no gender," Kurt muttered petulantly. He thought harder, pouring the gold liquid slower to give himself more time. He knew that the real goal of the game was to get the other person drunk first while learning their deepest secrets, but that wasn't good enough for Kurt. He wanted to stump Sebastian. Find the one thing he hadn't done, hadn't even thought of doing. Kurt smiled a loopy grin at the one thing he thought Sebastian would balk at.

Kurt giggled, the effects of the tequila taking hold.

Fucking bastard was right, Kurt thought.

"Never have I ever…" Kurt drawled, drawing out the next few words, "wanted to make love to Kurt Hummel."

That wasn't what he meant to say. He meant to say kiss. At any rate, he wouldn't have used the words 'make love' if he was in his right mind.

Sebastian blinked down at his tequila, but then lifted it to his lips and drank it, lowering the glass to the counter and flipping it over.

"There," Sebastian said flatly. "You win."

Kurt sobered up immediately.

"Wait…what?" Kurt watched Sebastian cap the bottle of tequila and return it to its cabinet. "What…you can't…"

"Yeah," Sebastian said. "Yeah, I did. So what?"

"Did…as in…not anymore?" Kurt didn't understand why he felt jilted.

"I…look, it's late…"

"I don't believe you," Kurt interrupted quickly.

"What?"

"I don't believe you," he repeated. "If you want to make love to me, prove it."

Sebastian chuckled, the sound more sad than sardonic.

"You're drunk," Sebastian said. "You're lonely. And I'm no one's consolation prize."

Kurt watched Sebastian pick up his coat, and his heart pounded, trying to think of something that would make Sebastian stay.

"I…I paid you for tonight," he said lamely. Kurt cringed when the words left his mouth, but the tequila had made him tactless and stupid. He could have no more stopped those words from coming out of his mouth than he could have changed the weather.

Sebastian reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a thin slip of paper. He ripped it in half and put it down on the counter. Kurt's eyes focused and recognized it as the check he had written earlier that night.

"I'm not going to be your whore."

Sebastian intended to leave a shocked Kurt where he stood, but he stopped. He turned and looked Kurt in the face, surprised to see a glimmer of something that looked like disappointment. He dropped his coat on the bar stool beside him and closed in on Kurt. He wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and threaded a hand through his hair. With one meaningful gaze in Kurt's astonished blue eyes, Sebastian kissed him soundly, breathing Kurt in for all he was worth. He curled his fingers around Kurt's hair, and scratched his nails lightly over the small of his back. Kurt whimpered, opening his lips just enough to let Sebastian slip his tongue through. Kurt melted at the feel of Sebastian's tongue caressing his own, and for a moment, he held his breath.

Sebastian pulled away too quickly, leaning his forehead against Kurt's, warring with himself over what to do next.

"Tomorrow night, if you still want me, you know how to get a hold of me."

Sebastian left a light peck on Kurt's lips. He picked up his coat and walked out of Kurt's apartment before he could change his mind.