Pairing: Kurtbastian
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Summary: Kurt Hummel finds an unexpected acquaintance with Sebastian Smythe after a tough break-up. He tries to keep their fling a strict Friends with Benefits situation, but Sebastian starts to break through his carefully guarded walls, even though he isn't necessarily an open book, either.

This is a Glee/Kurtbastian fic that started from an idea of Sebastian's mom walking in on him and Kurt multiple times in compromising positions and it slowly evolved into a plot with smut and fluff.

A/N: This is my first Glee fic, so I hope you enjoy it. We start out with some minor Klaine, but it is definitely endgame Kurtbastian. It'll be NC-17 next chapter, which I should be posting within a day or two and there will be anywhere from 15-30 chapters I think, but it's still too early to tell. Anyway, enjoy and review!

Kurt sipped his non-fat mocha and pretended to be texting someone on his phone as he glided his fingers across the screen aimlessly. He could barely stand to be in the Lima Bean without Blaine and it was a stroke of masochism that led him here today. He was just about to give it up and go home when a familiar body slid into the chair across from him.

"Hey, Hummel. Where's your gelled up puppy? Isn't he usually attached to your hip or something?"

"Sebastian." Kurt acknowledged his presence, but said this as a farewell. Since the Karofsky incident, Sebastian had mended things with Kurt and Blaine and they were on alright terms, even acquaintances. Regardless of this, he was the last person Kurt wanted to see right now. Kurt was already gathering his things, dismissing Sebastian's question.

"Hey. What the hell?" Sebastian said as Kurt rose from the table and turned to leave. "That wasn't even an insult that measured up to my usual standards."

"Sebastian," Kurt said, spinning back around and looking at Sebastian who was closer to Kurt than usual. "No offense, but I really don't feel up to our back and forth today."

"What's wrong?" Kurt glanced at Sebastian, disbelievingly. They were acquaintances, sure, but not the type to share their feelings. They hadn't really progressed past simple civility. "Is something wrong with Blaine?

Kurt hesitated for different reasons this time. He didn't necessarily want to tell Sebastian that the guy he had pursued so aggressively earlier in the year was now a free man.

"No, nothing is wrong with Blaine. I'm having a bit of a bad day. Well, couple of days. Really, this week has just been crap."

"So where is Blaine, then?" Sebastian asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea. Why is everything about Blaine with you? I'd really rather not—"

"Hey, I was just asking. It's no big deal, really. He's just usually with you. I haven't talked to him in a while."

"We broke up." Kurt gave in and just told him. He figured Sebastian would find out eventually and he was really sick of dancing around the subject. He tried to make that an end to their conversation, backing away to turn towards the door once more, but Sebastian wasn't content to let it go.

"What? How?" Sebastian asked before really thinking. "Or I mean…you obviously don't have to tell me. Just…wow."

Kurt took a moment and replayed the scene from last week in his head. "How?" was a good question.

Kurt was holding two pins from his closet that he went to get Blaine's opinion on as he emerged from his closet. In just a few minutes they were to be heading out for their regular Friday date night. Meanwhile, Blaine sat on his bed, staring at Kurt's phone with tears streaming down his face.

(3:57) Kurt: How was the train ride back?

(3:59) Rachel: It was okay. It was weird leaving NY, knowing I'll be back in a few months. I think I found the perfect little two bedroom apt for us, though!

(4:00) Kurt: That's awesome. Now I just need to figure out what I am doing when I get there!

(4:03) Rachel: Well obviously you are going to take one step out of the cab and the fashion world isn't going to know what hit them! I'm really happy you decided to come with me and pursue fashion.

(4:08) Kurt: Me too. Is it horrible that I still can't wait to get out of this place, even if it means leaving Blaine behind?

(4:09) Rachel: No. I just can't believe I'm going to be technically single in NY. This is going to be our craziest adventure yet.

(4:12) Kurt: Don't tell anyone, but I'm a little jealous of you. No attachments. Free to fly in the wind as you please!

(4:14) Rachel: Hah! Finn did not keep me from flying in the wind.

(4:15) Kurt: Yeah, but… you know what I mean.

(4:18) Rachel: I do. But enough with the heavy stuff! I'm coming over in two hours for a sleepover with a full beauty treatment. NY is amazing, but it leaves you feeling a little grimy.

(4:18) Kurt: I will never say no to beauty treatments.

"Blaine, what are you doing with my phone?" Kurt asked. He was having horrible flashbacks to when he was texting Chandler.

"You want to be single?" Blaine asked with a barely masked sob.

"What? What are you looking at" Kurt advanced towards Blaine to pull his phone from his boyfriend's hand and look at the screen.

"Your texts with Rachel from yesterday. You said you were jealous of her being single, with nothing weighing her down."

"I don't think that's quite how I phrased it," Kurt said. "Why are you even looking through my phone? You can't keep acting like you don't trust me."

"Well, look at what you're saying behind my back. Are you just biding your time until you leave for New York to break up with me? So you can fly in the wind or whatever crap you've come up with?"

"Blaine, I can't keep doing this," Kurt said exasperatedly as he plopped down, laying on his bed.

Blaine stood up and crossed the room, grabbing his things and tossing them back into his overnight bag. Kurt sat up, angry that Blaine was letting a little fight keep him from staying the night.

"I'm done, too," Blaine said. "You're right. I don't trust you. How do I know that you won't start to resent me so much when you're in New York that you won't break up with me anyway? Why prolong the inevitable? Let's just break up and be done with it."

Tears started streaming down Kurt's face as he stood from the bed and grabbed Blaine's arm. "Stop, Blaine. Right now. You are overreacting to a tiny private comment I made to my friend. If you would just talk to me instead of snooping around on my phone, we wouldn't be having an issue right now."

"I'm not overreacting. I love you, but I shouldn't feel the need to snoop all the time to see who you're texting or what you're saying." Blaine pulled his arm from Kurt's grip and hoisted his bag over his shoulder as he headed out of Kurt's room and down the stairs.

"Wait, what?" Kurt said, shocked. "You snoop all the time?"

"You didn't give me another option!" Blaine shouted.

"You're right, Blaine. Maybe we should just be done with it. You clearly don't trust me."

"With good reason," Blaine interjected. There was a long pause as they both reached the bottom of the stairs and stared at each other, neither reaching for the door.

"So this is it? We've barely even discussed this and you're just going to go?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, I guess. There isn't much more to discuss. I meant it when I said you're the love of my life, but I'm not yours. Yours is New York. Who am I to hold you back? Good-bye, Kurt. Good luck in New York." And with that Blaine opened the door and left Kurt staring after him as he retreated down the driveway and into his car. Kurt slammed the door shut before slowly crumpling to the floor, sobs breaking through his chest as he hugged his knees to his chest and came to terms that he and Blaine were really over.

Kurt snapped back to reality to find Sebastian still looking at him, somewhat expectantly. "Yeah, I really don't want to talk about it. Like I said, it's just been a crap week."

"Okay…well, I'm meeting up with Nick and Jeff tonight at Scandals if you want to come."

Kurt looked at him suspiciously before asking, "So a night of you three trying to find twenty minute dates?"

Sebastian laughed, unguarded and free. "Not quite. Those two aren't really into that, and besides, I'm pretty sure they're kind of into each other, but they don't want to admit it. It'll just be a night of drinking and dancing, I promise." He gave Kurt a mischievous glance.

"Yeah, I still don't think I'm really up for that. Thanks, though."

"Well, text me if you change your mind. See ya, Hummel," Sebastian said, shrugging and turning to stand in line for coffee. Kurt tossed the rest of his cold mocha and finished walking to his car. Sebastian had him on edge, acting nicer than normal and inviting him out. As inviting as a night spent in drunken oblivion sounded, he decided to be a grown-up and deal with his problems rather than drink them away. He started his car and drove off, fighting the tears on his way home.

(5:07) Rachel: Mercedes is at the store buying snacks as we speak. This is me trying to bribe you with fattening cookies to come over and talk.

(5:29) Rachel: Okay, so no fattening cookies. We can get some non-fat yogurt and fruit and make smoothies instead.

(5:37) Rachel: Why aren't you answering my phone calls?

(5:39) Rachel: Come on, Kurt.

(6:44) Rachel: I don't think you should be alone right now. You've barely talked to me this whole week.

(8:02) Rachel: I'm sorry. I love you. Call me when you can, okay?

Kurt closed out of yet another of Rachel's texts. He really didn't feel like dealing with her tonight. He had already dealt with her telling him how "Things that are meant to be, will be," and "Soul mates don't stay apart for long." It wasn't anything he wanted to re-live. Kurt felt restless. He needed to do something.

He wandered into his bathroom and began to fix his hair, almost absentmindedly. When it was perfectly coiffed, he strode into his closet and began thumbing through his clothes. It was after he picked out an outfit that he realized he had already made the subconscious decision to take up Sebastian's offer. A part of him hesitated, but his mind was pretty much made up and he found himself really wanting to go. He needed a little spontaneity in his life right now. He picked up his phone, sighing, and typed.

(8:38) Kurt: Are you still on for Scandals?

(8:39) Sebastian: 10pm. :)

The music thumped loudly, audible from inside Kurt's car. Kurt took a few deep breaths as he prepared himself to walk inside. Drinking had never really been his thing, particularly after a horrible experience in high school, but tonight he was going to completely let go. He was done being careful and safe and he just wanted to relax and drink and dance.

The man at the entrance eyed him carefully, examining his ID, and nodded him into the club. It was easy finding Sebastian sitting at the bar with Nick and Jeff, his former Warbler friends, each with a beer in their hands. He squashed any flashbacks trying to surface from the last time he was with Sebastian at Scandals and approached the trio.

"Hey, Kurt," Nick said, clapping him on the back. Jeff grinned in greeting and Sebastian smirked down at Kurt, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"What are you having, Kurt?" Sebastian asked. "A Shirley temple?"

"Hardly. Just pick something and order it, Smythe. I don't really care," Kurt said, mainly to hide the fact that he really didn't know much about alcohol. Whatever got him buzzed was fine at this point.

"Four vodka shots and a sex on the beach," Sebastian ordered to the bartender, smirk widening as he looked at Kurt's slightly surprised face. After a minute, the bartender spread the drinks on the bar and Sebastian handed out the shots to each of the guys and the Sex on the Beach to Kurt.

"To a night of so much drinking, we will likely forget," Sebastian toasted.

"Hear hear," Jeff shouted, raising his glass and shooting the liquid down his throat with Nick and Sebastian.

"Hear hear," Kurt muttered, doing the same.

A Sex on the Beach and a few more vodka shots later (who was counting?), Kurt found himself dancing with a random man in his late twenties. Nick and Jeff were off dancing in a dark corner and Sebastian was just walking back to the bar from dancing with some guy. Kurt turned his attention back to his dance partner. He was a bit touchier than Kurt would have thought he'd like, but he didn't mind the man's tightening hands around his waist as he pressed himself against Kurt even tighter, bodies moving in a slow, grinding rhythm. His hands slid around to grasp Kurt's ass, his lips ducking down to suck lightly at the top of Kurt's ear. Kurt froze for a second, throwing off their rhythm as the man slowly rose his hands, just to duck them beneath Kurt's waistband, still traveling downwards. Kurt took a startled step back, removing the man's hands from his pants.

"I'm…uh…I'm going to get another drink," Kurt slurred, making a hasty retreat back to the bar where he saw Sebastian watching. Kurt giggled at his expression. Sebastian just sighed

"I'll have a cosmopolitan," Kurt shouted to the bartender.

"You know, I was making fun of you when I ordered you the girly Sex on the Beach earlier," Sebastian said. He was looking at Kurt with a calculating expression.

"Whatever. I saw someone drinking one and it looks good."

"Are you sure you want more? You look pretty far gone already."

"Aw, Seb. Don't tell me you're getting all protective now. What happened to drinking until we forget?" Kurt teased.

"You're supposed to drink when you're happy to make you happier, not drink when you're sad to make you happy," Sebastian said frowning.

"Didn't you invite me because I was upset and you wanted to cheer me up? Or something like that? Your logic is flawed." Kurt began sucking down his cosmo at a frightening pace.

"Well, I'm not exactly sober, either. Logic isn't my strong point when drunk." Kurt placed his empty glass on the bar and smiled, turning to head back to the dance floor (keeping an eye out for the handsy older man).

"Hey, wait," Sebastian tugged on Kurt's arm and set him completely off balance. Kurt fell lightly into his arms and looked up into Sebastian's unreadable green eyes. "Dance with me."

"Okay," Kurt breathed. He righted himself and began tugging Sebastian through the crowd to a small open spot near the center. He turned and swallowed a lump in his throat, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's neck as fingers gripped at his waist and pulled him in close. They began moving their hips in a grinding, slow motion.

Sebastian's breath was hot in Kurt's ear when he leaned in and murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "I almost ripped that guy's arms out of their sockets."

"What guy?" Kurt looked at him quizzically. Sebastian sighed.

"The one who almost had his hands down your pants."

"Oh. I can take care of myself, but uh…thanks, I guess," Kurt said, flushing easily with all of the alcohol in his system. Sebastian didn't say anything else as they danced through numerous songs until Jeff and Nick came up to them and interrupted.

"We're about ready to head out. What about you guys?" Nick asked.

Sebastian looked down at Kurt swaying slightly and grinning stupidly. "Yeah, let's call a cab." They made their way out of the bar when Kurt stopped suddenly.

"My car."

"What about it?" Sebastian asked.

"It's here. I drove it here. I need…I think…" Kurt trailed off.

"Well, you're definitely not driving it back," Sebastian said. "Just take a cab with the rest of us and we'll come back and get it tomorrow.

"I never said I was going to drive it, but I need it tonight. Back at home," He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I'm gonna call Finn." He pulled out his phone and found the familiar contact.

"Hey, Kurt. What's up? Wait, where the hell are you? It's 3 a.m.," Finn said when he picked up.

"Thanks for the telling me the time, Finn. I need a favor."

"Where are you? PUCK!" Finn shouted. "Stop killing me. I told you to pause the game."

"I'm at a bar and I kinda need you and Puck to come get me and my car and take me home. Dad'll be back from D.C. in like five hours and I really don't want him asking why my car is at a gay bar."

"Dude, are you drunk?"

"Just come get me, please. I promise I'll owe you." Kurt gave him directions and went to sit on the curb. Everything seemed so still and quiet outside of the bar and for some strange reason that made Kurt's head spin even more than when under the pulsing lights on the dance floor. Sebastian came to sit next to him.

"You can call a cab now. You don't have to wait for me. I'll be fine," Kurt insisted, but Sebastian didn't seem like he was going to budge.

"Like I'd leave you on the curb outside of Scandals. Someone would drag you back in and steal all of your delicate virtue."

Kurt snorted at that. "Ha. You're here for my virtue? That's a scenario I'll never get out of my head."

The four of them fell naturally silent for a while, alcohol and sleepiness making them sway with their eyes slowly closing. Nick rested his head lightly on Jeff's shoulder and Sebastian gave Kurt a pointed look, nodding to their friends who were so clearly into each other, even if they hadn't admitted it. Kurt found himself mindlessly twiddling his thumbs when he felt Sebastian's gaze. He raised his head and locked eyes with Sebastian, neither of them saying a word, but just gazing at each other. A few minutes later headlights broke their focus as Puck's truck pulled into the parking lot. Kurt stood quickly and Sebastian followed. Jeff was already getting out his phone to call the cab company.

"Hey, man," Finn said as he stepped out of the passenger seat. "Uhh…hey," he said to Sebastian who was shadowing Kurt with a hand resting slightly on his lower back.

Sebastian nodded to him in response as Kurt pulled his keys from his pocket and handed them to Finn.

"Thanks again, Finn."

"Yeah, anytime. Did you guys need a ride home or something?" Finn asked.

"No, it's okay. We've got a cab on the way," Sebastian responded.

Kurt looked up at him. "You sure?"

"Yeah, babe. We live kind of far anyway."

"Well, okay. Do you want us to wait until the cab gets here? Wouldn't want anyone to steal your delicate virtue," Kurt mocked.

"I think we'll be okay. I think all I've got to worry about is our boys over there stealing each other's virtue on the cab ride home."

Kurt laughed and paused hesitantly as Finn got into the driver's seat of his Navigator and started the car. "So, um…thanks for inviting me and all."

"Yeah, anytime," Sebastian said awkwardly. He was standing at an odd distance, too far to be intimate and to close to be friendly. He took a tiny step forward, his eyes flicking to Kurt's lips when Kurt stepped towards the passenger door and turned away.

"So I'll, uh, catch you around?" He said, climbing in the car.

"Yeah, see you around." Kurt watched as Sebastian stepped back to the two other boys as Finn drove off, Puck following closely behind. He mentally smacked himself at the bolting from Sebastian's step forward, but he really wasn't equipped to deal with whatever that was at three in the morning with alcohol coursing through his veins. He rested his head against the window and slowly sank into unconsciousness as Finn sped down the freeway.