Authors Note: HELLOOOOOO Kurtsies! In case the followers of this fic arent followers of my Kurtbastian Fic 'Enough' I'd like to give an official I'm back- here's why I was gone statement: "Hi I'm back, haven't written in essentially 2 years..well...I've tried and failed. It's been sorta hell. Genetic disease causing daily dislocations(record is 38 in a day...yeah I'm pretty sure I'm not human anymore :p), officially in a wheelchair, now on Disability and witnessing a crap ton of ideas and dreams I had for my life sorta implode leaving me in feeling fairly lost in constant pain dealing with injuries and trying to write only to end up with dislocated fingers and being in simply too much pain to concentrate and try to be creative...Thank god for legal MMJ in Californa I swear it's sort of terrifies me to think of the possibilities if I hadn't been given some way to handle the amount of pain i'm living with since most doctors have never HEARD of EDS(literally dont even go over it in med school) unless they are specialists for it (rare genetic connective tissue diseases) or happen to know someone with it and apparently have unanimously decided since they are ignorant about it-obviously that's my fault they are clueless and they should take that hit to their ego out on me...plus a 25 year old shouldn't get pain killers for some rare disease they are 'sure' couldn't possibly be THAT painful that someone my age should get ANYTHING for pain if only I just thought positive they are sure I would be fine...because smiling and thinking happy thoughts when you're shoving 6+ dislocations back into place first thing every morning will magically make it stop being excruciating right?(Cue me trying to refrain from dislocating their body parts every day for a week never letting them heal while denying pain medication and being condescending while they sobbed to me about it they way they do me), another plus to taking it into my own hands and getting a medi card is that I started having ideas again :) so I'm grinning and bearing and trying to type carefully so I dont pop anything out...well...anything else out in my hands. My body thinks I'm ."
...yeah. So I sorta feel like I've aged about 10 years since I was last writing. I'm sure since then my writing style & tone has possibly changed so it's sort of difficult trying to write the same way I did pre-life going to hell. I'm a different person now I guess, so I wouldn't be surprised if that shows. I'm sorry if I let anyone down the way I am now...different and medicated lol Here's hoping!
How has Anderson not taken the hint left yet? If his ex expressing himself in the clearest 'we're over go away' bitch fest wasnt enough, you'd think that his current display would be enough to send the message home that Hummel had no intention of moving backwards...well...unless you count the way his ass was grinding back into his blonde friend 'Sammy' as moving backwards. While helmet hair sat fuming watching the entire display in what looked to Sebastian as a combination between rage and a disturbing amount of jealousy. He cant help but wonder after the way he acted earlier if he was more jealous of the guys dancing with Hummel or the fact that they where dancing with Hummel instead of him.
Currently he watching Hummel grind and writhe relentlessly against his two friends who seem to be more than a little thrilled at the opportunity to rub up against the lean muscled form of Kurt Hummel in quite frankly sinfully painted on pants. He had no Idea that there even where any other gay guys in the New Directions, and if memory serves correct those two have or perhaps HAD girlfriends...he sure as hell cant imagine any truly straight guy would be as all over Anderson's former Better Half grinding up against him for all he's worth, so bi perhaps? Hummel-sexual? It's possible it's just Hummel, after seeing his ass minus the layers and his impressive Super-Bitch dressing down that even Sebastian could tell got both Mohawk and Blondie hot and bothered? He wouldn't be surprised if there was a secret list of people who just happened to be Hummel-sexual.
He'd actually considered they where doing this solely to get one over on Blaine...or at least he had been until he saw the blonde lean his mouth towards Kurt's ear and start whispering to him and he watched a vaguely stunned look cross Hummel's face only momentarily before he bit his lip. Then as he watched Kurt's suddenly lust filled expression and heavily lidded eyes slide towards the face of the Blonde as he twisted his face to make eye contact before squeezing his eyes shut and even from where Sebastian was standing he could read the word 'Fuck' fall from Hummel's mouth before his head fell back against Sam's shoulder and tilted back and saw the Blonde lower his impressive mouth to the side of Hummel's neck in obviously open mouthed kisses and saw one of Hummels arms lift to tangle into the head of blonde hair as the Blondes arm around his waist lower to stroke at his lower abdomen and the grinding into Hummels ass appeared to become a lot more purposeful.
"He's just trying to make me jealous, both Sam and Puck are straight...they dont really want him" he heard a hard voice growl out at his side, when had midget even moved closer? Couldn't he see that Sebastian was busy watching the soft-corn porn happening on the dance floor?
"The way Blondie's grinding against his ass and his hand is traveling south while he marks up that pretty neck of Hummels begs to differ Frodo... and so does the fact that Mohawk cant seem to decide if he wants to watch or join-oh look apparently he chose to join" While something in the pit of his stomach churned unpleasantly in a surprising jolt of jealousy watching Kurt pant between the two guys who seemed determined to make him fall apart right there on the dance floor , he couldn't exactly do much about it could he?
Part of him wanted to simply walk up and drag him out from between Muscled Jock Heaven and into the bathroom where he could pin Hummel against the wall in a stall and see what sort of high notes he could pull from that deceptively wicked mouth of his while he got him off till he was boneless and panting against him in ways the other two couldn't possibly dream of, hell every single time Hummel bit down on his bottom lip of his and ground back more forcefully his own cock gave a pulse and his hands clenched of their own accord in desire to 'grab' & 'touch'. He just wasn't sure how he'd be received if he attempted interfering and if he ever wanted a chance inside of those...seriously they might actually be really impressive body paint not real clothes...skinny jeans of his, he'd have to do his best to keep his Snark and his actions away from the 'asshole previously trying to steal your boyfriend and make your life hell' and move more towards the 'I can actually keep up with you and bring out your snark so we should probably have seriously passionate hot sex on every flat surface available until you forget everything but my name'.
It wouldn't be easy.
Not that it would be impossible by any means if the real Kurt Hummel minus Blaine was any indication. The Kurt Hummel he'd thought he'd had pegged would NEVER have come onto him teasingly the way he had...getting him hard and wanting before walking away so he could have what was an essentially fully clothed threesome right on the dance floor.
"I've had enough of this, and I'm putting a stop to it, he's mine and I'm going to make sure he never forgets it" He heard Blanderson snap in what Sebastian would swear was a flat out threatening tone before he started walking purposefully towards the dance floor, I saw Kurt's eyes briefly slide in my direction and watched his body stiffen and the lust drain from his eyes when he realized his ex was on his way to stick his gel-addled head once again into his business and decided here was my shot to prove I can be more than a sex-crazed asshole.
Stepping into place behind our resident reject from the shire Sebastian grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him in a tight grip turning him around and forcibly walking him away from Kurt and straight towards the door of the club nodding at the bouncer I fortunately happened to be friends with meaningfully in a look that clearly state 'keep this asshole the fuck out of here'...I knew if I told him to keep helmet hair out of the club he'd accept my word for it. The minute he got him out the door and let his arm go Blaine turned quickly and attempted to take a swing at me, fortunately between my reflexes and his drinking ducking away from his fist wasn't difficult. Shifting away from his fist Sebastian grabbed him by the shirt and pinned him against the wall outside the club glaring at him in irritation.
"Look Biblo he doesn't want you anymore, you fucked that up. It's not his problem you only realized after the fact that he was out of your league to begin with, If he wants to fuck Blondie or Mohawk or BOTH at the same time ? it's not your fucking business...even I can tell that you obviously turned him into a shadow of his actual self and if this is who he really is without your influence? There's no way in hell I'm going to just watch you try to turn him back into who he was when I met him. I can definitely admit I was wrong about him and I sure as hell prefer real Hummel to whatever the hell being with you turned him into... its not your place to try to change who he is and dictate what he does or who he's with. He broke up with you...that means you dont get to fuck with his life anymore or be an irritating cockblock just because you're evidently suffering from gel induced brain damage and cant get it through your thick skull that it's over. Hummel was clear that he wants nothing to do with you. He doesn't belong to you. Take the hint and back the fuck off. At least I admit I was an asshole to him, but you cant even admit what you did was wrong...you were his boyfriend... At the very least you should have put me in my place from day one and never let me say half the shit I've said to him. I was never shy that I wanted into your pants and that I was making his life hell...but you never even tried to stop me. Which after listening to his rant at you makes a lot of sense all of a sudden. You liked it didn't you? You liked that you got the attention and he was constantly being put down. You liked how much I wanted you and that I went out of my way to harass him. News flash asshole? The only reason I was after you in the first place was because you where a challenge and the warblers made it sound like you where some fucking wet dream so I was going to seduce you back to Dalton, that and I liked to argue with Kurt who is probably the first person in years who is capable of keeping up with me. Had I known all I needed to do was hit on him and you'd be throwing yourself at me like a bitch in heat I'd have tried a different approach...hell had I known this was the real him I'd have been after his ass from that first day in the Lima Bean. Truth is? The warblers got it wrong, you are nothing special douchebag... you're an asshole with an ego problem and an addiction to hair gel and while you're cute in a sort of oblivious hobbit who dresses like someones blind grandfather you dont hold a fucking candle to the hot piece of ass inside. Back off Hummel."
"Why the fuck do you care?! You said it yourself you where an asshole to him. He'll forgive me once he realizes he cant do better than me Sebastian. I'm the only one who could ever love him. I'm the only one who could keep him from acting up and being inappropriate. He's in there acting like a common whore!"
"First off? I care because I actually like the real Kurt Hummel. He's hot. He's snarky. He can actually keep up with me which is nearly impossible. I can admit I was wrong about him and after tonight? I want to know more. And you need to get your eyes checked if you are under the impression you are his only option. And considering he actually waited till he was single to get hot and heavy on the dance floor while you climbed on someones dick while you where WITH him? I think you need to check your definition of a whore. I fuck around sure but I'm not in a relationship. You where. And you have some nerve fucking thinking you are the judge and jury on whats inappropriate? I hang out with Jeff and Nick...they talk you know that? Jeff is my roommate and they really like Kurt. I'm extremely aware of how inappropriate you are which is why you attempting to give anyone shit for it ever is fucking hysterical to me. You sang a sex song in broad day light in someones work place and got them fired and outed after having coffee with them twice. You tell people to tone it down then jump on furniture like a hyperactive dog with behavioral problems. You made out with a girl in front of your supposed best friend you knew had feelings for you then compared him to the closeted jackass who threatened to kill him when he got upset about it after stringing him along for MONTHS. You actually talked to Kurt's dad about sex despite the fact that at the time you didn't know shit yourself then afterwards decided you wanted to date him which alone is fucked up and creepy, I literally have no idea how his father didn't punch you in the face when he found out you guys where together after you made him talk to Kurt about sex. Even though you where dating him you constantly texted me and flirted with me, we met up for coffee, we skyped. Nothing I said was family friendly and none of your reply's even hinted that you where in a committed relationship...they all hinted that you would eventually be fucking me. I talked shit about Kurt to you all the time while I was trying to break you guys up and you did nothing. So how the hell in your twisted little mind can you say HE'S the one who is inappropriate? That HE'S the one who is a whore? You're the one who fucked around and shamelessly threw yourself at people the entire time you where TOGETHER. You guys are broken up. He doesn't owe you shit anymore. So you can take your judgmental hypocritical shit and shove it up your ass" Sebastian snapped out angrily. The day he decided to ask Jeff about Blaine and let him see their conversations had been a HUGE wake up call to Sebastian. He'd sat there in horrified fascination as the 'real' unsugarcoated story of Klaine came out while Jeff ranted and raved about who Blaine Anderson really was and once Nick came over they both started waxing poetic about 'Kurtsie' who they apparently adored and thought was too good for Blaine regardless of the hard-on the rest of the Warblers had for their former lead soloist. It hadn't been until he actually brought up Kurt to them that he found out just HOW well liked he was.
After everything he'd learned about Blaine Anderson he couldn't even try to pretend he wanted to fuck him anymore. He sure as hell didn't want him back at Dalton. He'd been waiting for the right moment to get Kurt alone to apologize when he came across him tonight. Low and behold turns out the real Kurt Hummel was just his type, sexy, sarcastic, confident, bitchy and teasing with a smart mouth and tight ass who could move his hips like he'd just walked out of Sebastian's fantasies to tease him in real life.
" You got him Sebastian?" He heard from over his shoulder and he glanced behind him to see the bouncer- Alex glaring at Blaine and wondered just how much of their argument he'd heard.
" Yep, just taking out the trash. We should probably keep him out of there since he cant seem to understand that he cant just harass his ex without any backlash. And considering said ex has a giant brother and two friends twice his size in their with him I'm pretty sure he has a death wish."
He watched as Blaine's eyes grew wide as he realized that 'oh right Kurt had three other people capable of flattening him in there with him who had watched and heard everything that he'd said to Kurt'
Seeing Blaine had caught on to the fact he wouldn't be allowed back inside he jerked himself away and glared at Sebastian.
"This isn't over!" He practically snarled.
"Believe me hobbit, for you it is." he said and gestured towards the parking lot rolling his eyes when Blaine scoffed before stalking off.
Kurt stood against the wall just inside the front door of the club where he'd walked after untangling himself from Puck and Sam when he saw Sebastian drag Blaine away from him towards the door with his brows reaching impressive heights in disbelief and jaw hanging open in shock at everything he'd just heard. At first he'd simply been curious as to why on earth Sebastian would help him keep Blaine away even if he had just realized he was officially hot for him. After listening to that though? He couldn't deny he was officially a little hot for Sebastian Smythe as well of all people.
He'd always been aware Sebastian was attractive. He wasn't blind. And once he'd felt himself falling out of love with Blaine he'd actually found their banter amusing... if not actually fun. Sebastian had this uncanny ability to drag the real Kurt Hummel out of his Blaine "appropriate'' persona even before he'd accepted that he'd locked that part of himself away just to keep the peace and keep Blaine. It had always been like that between them. From day one the minute he'd shaken hands and stared into piercing green eyes and a flat out sinful smirk he'd felt a previously repressed part of himself snap to attention inside him and practically fling itself to the surface.
And so their epic relentless back and forth bitch fest had begun. As much as he'd vehemently stated he hated Sebastian, hated how he talked to him, hated everything about him from his smirking meerkat face to his cheesy come ons and thinly veiled insults there was a part of he that he'd refused to acknowledge for a long time that knew he'd had almost enjoyed it. It was the only time he felt even remotely like himself again. Sebastian brought it out in him, the part of him that he'd been forcibly keeping under lock and key just came out the minute he was in the room and he didn't even know WHY.
Though part of him wondered if it was because some part of his subconscious wasn't happy with how things were. That a part of him acknowledged that Sebastian for all his apparent faults while trying to destroy an already fucked up relationship was his equal, was someone who could give as good as he got, who didn't want Kurt to sit down shut up and just stare at him with adoration. He'd caught Sebastian nearly grin at some of his insults back more than once, a flash of amused approval in his eyes, a twitch of the lips at a particularly well thought out barb even the occasional full on chuckles as he walked away from him after a particularly hilarious parting shot. So he'd never felt bad, if anything he thought there was a large possibility a part of Sebastian really enjoyed it too. Even needed it occasionally. That he liked to have someone who could go toe to toe with him, seeing as he went to Dalton...and Kurt knew exactly how stifled he'd felt there with no one to trade sass with he couldn't help but wonder sometimes if Sebastian goaded him simply to release his pent up sarcasm and snark from trying to be 'dapper' and fit the Dalton mold all week. Lord knows Kurt had felt suffocated without anyone to verbally spar with.
In the New Directions pre-Blaine he'd always been able to go toe to toe with anyone, he and Santana adored each other...anyone listening to them bitch would probably think they hated each other but in reality they both just enjoyed having someone who could keep up and give it right back... trying to bitch at someone who either tried and failed to bitch back or just ignored it was no fun. The had a special sort of love and affection for each other. She called him a prissy porcelain bitch...Twinkerbelle...Homolicious...and he called her Satan...Nympho Queen of the east...even Bearded lady once which got him and actual snort and grin before she responded. But regardless of their constant barrage of back and fourth insults? It was him that Santana ran too after Finn had outed her, knowing without a doubt that he would never turn her away as she threw herself into his arms and sobbed into his neck about her abuella hating her and kicking her out of the house now that she was out. It was him she cuddled up to that night and fell asleep against after she'd exhausted herself crying into his chest while he whispered a constant stream of affection and complete acceptance. It was him she'd hugged the life out of and kissed to hell regardless of there never being anything sexual between them when she found out he'd actually knocked Finn to the ground with a well aimed punch when he got home that day bitching about being slapped to his their parents without saying WHY he got slapped only for Kurt to get home half way through, walk up to him pull back his fist and knock him straight on his ass and nearly jumped on him to finish the job before his dad had to drag him away as he cursed him out. It'd taken a while to calm him down enough to explain why he'd hit him...it'd taken him a lot longer to explain to Finn just WHY what he did was so wrong and what his actions had caused. Santana had practically swallowed his tonsils before tucking her face into his neck with a quiet 'thank you' because evidently no one had ever done something like that for her before.
After that he'd really taken his time making sure Finn was educated, and fortunately he'd learned his lesson. He's come a long way now, he'd apologized and actually started coming with Kurt and Santana when he'd dragged her to the closest LGBT support group where he could sit and listen to what it was actually like to be like them in a world constantly trying to tell them they where wrong.
The one thing Finn never understood though was his friendship with Santana, the fact that they could sit there screaming insults in each others faces before breaking into giggles and cuddling up on the couch or giving each other pecks on the mouth tended to bring out Finn's constipated face of utter confusion. Blaine had secretly loathed Santana, I think he actually knew better than to say anything actually insulting about her in front of him but despite him singing for Santana with Kurt after she'd been outed? He'd caught his look of hatred towards her whenever she dragged old Kurt out with her bitching or decided that she'd let him know she loved him by kissing or groping him with a grin...so he'd started holding back until Blaine wasn't around. Which in hindsight should have been a big clue, if you cant be yourself around the person who is supposed to 'love' you then it's not real love. At least not on Blaines end. It'd never been about attraction or romance with him or Santana and it never would be, sure despite each batting for the other team they could appreciate how attractive they each thought the other was but their epic friendship that made Sue Sylvester grin and everyone else shiver in fear was about something deeper. It'd been absolute respect and acceptance of each others bitch sides that most people couldn't handle and an intense mutual adoration of each other...as well as both of them being insanely protective of and loving one Brittany S. Pierce to pieces.
Little by little though he'd started shutting down, any time Blaine was in the room he'd locked 90% of his personality behind closed doors only letting the small amount Blaine actually approved of out.
It'd been stupid.
But it hadn't ever escaped his OR Santana's notice that both Santana and Sebastian where the two people that managed to pull everything else out of him whenever he wasn't around and considering at some point she'd watched in fascination as they went at each other until Blaine walked up and Kurt forcibly reigned himself in.
After that she'd gone from hating Sebastian to calling their arguments 'foreplay that would eventually lead to either stupidly hot hate sex or the best relationship either of them would ever have'.
He'd laughed it off. It'd been ridiculous to him at the time, and it'd continued to be ridiculous right up until he started listening in to Sebastian verbally tear Blaine to pieces for him.
Which lead to him feeling shocked and turned on leaning against the wall by the front door across from the bathrooms waiting till Sebastian came back inside not quite sure what he'd do about it till the minute he saw him.
As Sebastian walked inside Kurt watched as his eyes went wide at the sight of him causing the bouncer behind him to laugh and and nudge him in Kurts direction before walking past them. He stared at Sebastian for a moment seeing a flush move up his neck and suddenly knew exactly what he wanted to do.
"So..uhh...did you hear-mph!" Sebastian started before Kurt grabbed him by the shirt, yanked him close and slammed their mouths together and kissing him for all he was worth and it'd taken Sebastian barely a second of hesitation before backing Kurt into the wall and attacked his mouth with equal ferocity.
He had no idea how long they stood there letting their mouth battle without words for once. But by the time they'd pulled away they were panting heavily against each others mouths staring wide eyed at each other.
Kurt stared into Sebastian's wide eyes that where nearly black with a green rim with lust feeling the hands that had found their way to his ass at some point during their heated kiss slowly slide back up towards his hips clenching sporadically and before he could even contemplate what he was about to do he was moving Sebastian back by the shirt into the bathrooms and dragging him into a stall before slamming the door shut and pressing Sebastian into it attaching their mouths once more and couldn't help but moan into his mouth when hands gripped his ass pulling their hips flush against each other. He had one last coherent thought as he felt Sebastian grip the back of his thighs, lift him up encouraging Kurt's legs to wrap around his hips and stalked away from the door to pin him against the wall before grinding their hips together and practically felt all thoughts flee his head.
Santana was never going to let him live this down.
Authors Note:
Sooooo...uhh...I read through my first chapter about 20 times before going to bed last night...I'd started the first paragraph the night before and wanted to see if I could dream up anything. I did. This is it. I really hope you guys like it, I'm trying to get back into the zone and it'll take a while but I'm hoping you all will be willing to stick with me while I get the hang of things again.
please review if you all are still good for me continuing this one!
All my love -
Jazz