Strangers (Ch.1/7)
Title: Strangers (Ch.1/7)
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Warnings/Pairings: AU, Kurtbastian, dirty cyber talk, eventual sexy times, Klaine, cheating (depends what you consider it)
Word Count: 1,597
Summary: From the GKM: Kurt and Sebastian start talking through an online chatroom, not realizing it's the other. They develop a friendship that starts to lead into more, at which point Kurt has to decide what to do with Blaine.
A/N: Everything is canon with Sebastian up until "Extraordinary Merry Christmas" (3x09), so no slushie crime and nothing to do with Karofsky. Basically, Kurt just has established that he dislikes Sebastian and thinks he wants Blaine. However, this is taking place after Regionals, so Kurt and Sebastian start talking sometime after Valentine's Day. Confusing enough? Good.
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Kurt types OhioTeen into Google's search engine a little after one in the morning, trying to keep himself entertained as he works on finishing his English essay.
OhioTeen is your average chat website, something like Omegle, so you're chatting with complete strangers until you start giving away personal information. It's supposed to be strictly for teenagers through the ages of 14 to 19, and it's a safe bet you'll always be talking to someone from Ohio, because, well, it's fucking Ohio. No one would purposely go out of their way to talk to anyone from there. At least, that's Kurt's opinion on the subject.
Kurt's been working on his NYADA application and worrying with the glee club about Nationals in a few months, since they just won their Regionals competition at the end of February. He's exhausted from choir room drama that he barely has energy to make out with Blaine on their scheduled make out sessions. It's past one in the morning, and he really should be getting to sleep as soon as possible, but the last thing he feels like doing is an English essay. Chatting with strangers it is.
Great, now I have to think of a screenname.
He suddenly thinks back to earlier in the day where he and Blaine were walking out of school together and Blaine had stopped him in the parking lot before reaching Kurt's Lincoln Navigator. They were standing close, a lot closer than they usually do at school, and Blaine used the opportunity to stare into his soul with those big puppy eyes that always manage to reel Kurt back in to crushing on him how he did when first hearing those lips sing "Teenage Dream".
"Your eyes shine so bright, and they're so blue, but then they have this little ring of green and yellow around them sometimes, and--"
"Blaine, please don't tell me my eyes are as blue as the ocean is deep. Rachel has told me this many times. But thank you."
Blaine had smiled and kissed him on the cheek before anyone was looking. "No, they're not an ocean. They're like a galaxy."
It had been a blush worthy response and had made Kurt feel good for a few hours, so hell, might as well use it as a screenname for the night.
Kurt's username shows up on the Ohio Buddy List along with five other people that happen to be online at this hour. You're allowed to click on any of them and hope for the best.
Kurt looks at the clock on his laptop and sees that it's already 1:12am.
Violinstud is online? Oh, really. How lovely. Let's mess with this tool.
galaxyeyes315(1:13am): Do you really play violin, or are you just trying to turn me on?
He laughs to himself and looks around his room for a moment to make sure there's no living person or ghosts in the room to see what he just typed.
...violinstud is typing...
violinstud(1:13am): Both.
violinstud(1:13am): Actually, depending on your asl. Sorry, I don't like to waste time. It's late.
Kurt hesitates. He figures this is a guy he's talking to now, and he'll most definitely stop talking to him once he types m.
galaxyeyes315(1:14am): Of course, you don't. Fair enough. 17m-And I'm not telling you where I live, sorry.
violinstud(1:14am): Aw, why not, cutie? I'm sure we'd have fun together. ;)
violinstud(1:15am): Aren't you going to ask me?
galaxyeyes315(1:15am): Sure thing, stud. Asl?
violinstud(1:15am): 17/m/Columbus
galaxyeyes315(1:16am): Ah, jealous.
violinstud(1:16am): Why? Nowhere near you?
galaxyeyes315(1:16am): Over two hours, I think maybe. Definitely more exciting than my town.
violinstud(1:17am): I see. So, you're really 17?
galaxyeyes315(1:17am): And you're really a guy that wants to talk to another guy?
violinstud(1:17am): My username worked, right? It got you interested?
galaxyeyes315(1:18am): Is it universal that all gay guys like "studly" violinists?
violinstud(1:18am): lol yeah
galaxyeyes315(1:18am): Oh, good to know. I was out of the loop on that one.
violinstud(1:19am): Apparently, not. ;P So, galaxyeyes315, how's your night going? Couldn't sleep?
It's almost half past one, but Kurt can't help but giggle at his new success at talking to another guy that likes guys. Who knew they existed in Ohio? He suddenly feels very sheltered.
galaxyeyes315(1:20am): Not until I finish a paper. Almost done though. What about you?
violinstud(1:20am): Boredom leads me here most of the time. And I don't really sleep.
galaxyeyes315(1:22am): Aw, sorry to hear that. Am I entertaining enough?
Am I flirting? Should I be doing this? Is this considered cheating already? Kurt bites his lip and looks around his room again to make sure there aren't any ghosts that are going to tell Blaine, or worse, his father. This isn't flirting. I'm just trying to distract myself from finishing this paper. Shut up, Kurt.
violinstud(1:22am): Yeah, but I'm sure you'd like to entertain me a little more.
Kurt wants to close the chat window, he knows he probably should, but how often does he get to talk flirtatiously to a guy his age? Or at least someone pretending to be? Practically never. Not even Blaine, really.
galaxyeyes315(1:24am): Oh, but I'm sure your imagination is more thrilling than the both of ours combined. How about you tell me a little more about yourself before I try to embarrass myself?
...violinstud is typing...
Kurt starts finishing the last paragraph of his essay.
violinstud(1:25am): What do you want to know?
galaxyeyes315(1:26am): How long have you been playing violin?
violinstud(1:26am): Six years. Do you play anything?
galaxyeyes315(1:26am): I'm a singer, and I know a little piano.
violinstud(1:26am): Interesting! Me too. Are you in choir or anything?
galaxyeyes315(1:27am): Yeah, something like that. :P What about you, stud?
violinstud(1:28am): I am, but I can't say where. Wouldn't want my teammates knowing I'm staying up late, killing my voice to talk to strangers online.
galaxyeyes315(1:28am): Just please tell me you're not from Vocal Adrenaline. ...Unless you are, then you're really amazing, but still.
violinstud(1:29am): Hahaha. I actually know who they are! But then again, who doesn't? And no, I'm obviously not. I'm guessing you aren't either.
galaxyeyes315(1:32am): Nope. Hold on, brb. I have to print my paper.
violinstud(1:32am): Kk. Hurry back! ;)
Kurt goes downstairs to the printer in his dad's library to print off his paper. It's weird for him to be tip-toeing around the house at this hour, especially now that he feels like he has something to hide upstairs by talking to someone. It's not that bad, right? Does he only feel guilty because he feels he and Blaine haven't been as close lately, and he's trying to get attention elsewhere? Two minute conversations about having galaxy eyes don't count.
He comes back up to see violinstud has sent him a few IMs.
violinstud(1:36am): So, galaxyeyes, does that mean your eyes are the color of the Milky Way, or can you just see past this galaxy?
violinstud(1:37am): Both are sexy, but I'm hoping for the latter, so I can know if aliens exist or not.
violinstud(1:40am): Wow, hurry up. Are you chiseling your paper into stone? You need an hp printer, buddy.
Kurt grins and shakes his head, stapling his paper before he starts typing back.
galaxyeyes315(1:41am): I DO have an hp printer! I just had to be quiet and go downstairs to print it! Jeez...
violinstud(1:41am): Yeah, yeah, whatever. Are we done printing things for the night?
galaxyeyes315(1:42am): Yessir, we are. :)
violinstud(1:42am): Does this mean you're going to leave me now?
Kurt knows he should sign off. He has to be up in four hours.
galaxyeyes315(1:42am): No, I can stay on a little later. Only if you want me to, though...
violinstud(1:42am): I really do. I think I actually like talking to you.
galaxyeyes315(1:43am): As opposed to not talking?
violinstud(1:44am): As opposed to not talking. Correct.
Heart beating. Late night bedroom thoughts.
violinstud(1:46am): Are you still there?
galaxyeyes315(1:46am): Yeah, I'm here.
violinstud(1:46am): Hi.
galaxyeyes315(1:46am): Haha. Hi? :)
violinstud(1:47am): I realized we never greeted each other properly. We started off where I was trying to turn you on. ;)
galaxyeyes315(1:47am): Ha. Oh, I guess that is true. Hello, then. How are you this morning?
violinstud(1:48am): I'm ready for some shut eye. How are you?
galaxyeyes315(1:48am): I guess I'm also tired. :/
violinstud(1:48am): Nice.
galaxyeyes315(1:48am): Yep.
He can't believe he's actually feeling sad about leaving his new friend for the night. Is this how platonic online relationships start? I'm tired, but I don't want to go yet.
galaxyeyes315(1:50am): Hey, is there any chance I'll catch you on here again? I don't get to talk to many nice guys very often.
violinstud(1:50am): Haha. You think I'm nice? That's great. And yeah, you'll get your chance. ;P Same time tomorrow?
galaxyeyes315(1:51am): Aw, how egotistical of you. Cute. :P ...Maybe a little earlier? What about 10 tomorrow night?
violinstud(1:51am): You mean on this night? It's already morning, so...
galaxyeyes315(1:51am): Yes, yes I mean this night. Smartass.
violinstud(1:51am): Don't be sassy with me if you want to talk again... :P
galaxyeyes315(1:52am): I apologize for my sassy state of being. Truly sorry.
violinstud(1:52am): 10 is perfect. ;) I'll be waiting for you, galaxy.
galaxyeyes315(1:53am): Good night, stud.
violinstud(1:53am): Night. ;)
violinstud has disconnected. [Monday, March 5, 2012 1:53 am]
Kurt sighs, biting his lip, and shuts his laptop off for the night.
Suddenly, he remembers that he hasn't learned his new friend's name. And that violinstud did his fair share of winky faces. And Kurt hasn't had this much attention in possibly two weeks. And he just made plans to talk with him again tomorrow night. And.
What did he just get himself into?
Chapter 2
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I'm almost done with chapter 2, but it probably won't be posted until at least Friday or Saturday (work/socializing/other bullshit reasons). There will be a bit of Kurt and Blaine in this, but Kurtbastian is the overall end goal.
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Warnings/Pairings: AU, Kurtbastian, dirty cyber talk, eventual sexy times, Klaine, cheating (depends what you consider it)
Word Count: 1,597
Summary: From the GKM: Kurt and Sebastian start talking through an online chatroom, not realizing it's the other. They develop a friendship that starts to lead into more, at which point Kurt has to decide what to do with Blaine.
A/N: Everything is canon with Sebastian up until "Extraordinary Merry Christmas" (3x09), so no slushie crime and nothing to do with Karofsky. Basically, Kurt just has established that he dislikes Sebastian and thinks he wants Blaine. However, this is taking place after Regionals, so Kurt and Sebastian start talking sometime after Valentine's Day. Confusing enough? Good.
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Kurt types OhioTeen into Google's search engine a little after one in the morning, trying to keep himself entertained as he works on finishing his English essay.
OhioTeen is your average chat website, something like Omegle, so you're chatting with complete strangers until you start giving away personal information. It's supposed to be strictly for teenagers through the ages of 14 to 19, and it's a safe bet you'll always be talking to someone from Ohio, because, well, it's fucking Ohio. No one would purposely go out of their way to talk to anyone from there. At least, that's Kurt's opinion on the subject.
Kurt's been working on his NYADA application and worrying with the glee club about Nationals in a few months, since they just won their Regionals competition at the end of February. He's exhausted from choir room drama that he barely has energy to make out with Blaine on their scheduled make out sessions. It's past one in the morning, and he really should be getting to sleep as soon as possible, but the last thing he feels like doing is an English essay. Chatting with strangers it is.
Great, now I have to think of a screenname.
He suddenly thinks back to earlier in the day where he and Blaine were walking out of school together and Blaine had stopped him in the parking lot before reaching Kurt's Lincoln Navigator. They were standing close, a lot closer than they usually do at school, and Blaine used the opportunity to stare into his soul with those big puppy eyes that always manage to reel Kurt back in to crushing on him how he did when first hearing those lips sing "Teenage Dream".
"Your eyes shine so bright, and they're so blue, but then they have this little ring of green and yellow around them sometimes, and--"
"Blaine, please don't tell me my eyes are as blue as the ocean is deep. Rachel has told me this many times. But thank you."
Blaine had smiled and kissed him on the cheek before anyone was looking. "No, they're not an ocean. They're like a galaxy."
It had been a blush worthy response and had made Kurt feel good for a few hours, so hell, might as well use it as a screenname for the night.
Kurt's username shows up on the Ohio Buddy List along with five other people that happen to be online at this hour. You're allowed to click on any of them and hope for the best.
Kurt looks at the clock on his laptop and sees that it's already 1:12am.
Violinstud is online? Oh, really. How lovely. Let's mess with this tool.
galaxyeyes315(1:13am): Do you really play violin, or are you just trying to turn me on?
He laughs to himself and looks around his room for a moment to make sure there's no living person or ghosts in the room to see what he just typed.
...violinstud is typing...
violinstud(1:13am): Both.
violinstud(1:13am): Actually, depending on your asl. Sorry, I don't like to waste time. It's late.
Kurt hesitates. He figures this is a guy he's talking to now, and he'll most definitely stop talking to him once he types m.
galaxyeyes315(1:14am): Of course, you don't. Fair enough. 17m-And I'm not telling you where I live, sorry.
violinstud(1:14am): Aw, why not, cutie? I'm sure we'd have fun together. ;)
violinstud(1:15am): Aren't you going to ask me?
galaxyeyes315(1:15am): Sure thing, stud. Asl?
violinstud(1:15am): 17/m/Columbus
galaxyeyes315(1:16am): Ah, jealous.
violinstud(1:16am): Why? Nowhere near you?
galaxyeyes315(1:16am): Over two hours, I think maybe. Definitely more exciting than my town.
violinstud(1:17am): I see. So, you're really 17?
galaxyeyes315(1:17am): And you're really a guy that wants to talk to another guy?
violinstud(1:17am): My username worked, right? It got you interested?
galaxyeyes315(1:18am): Is it universal that all gay guys like "studly" violinists?
violinstud(1:18am): lol yeah
galaxyeyes315(1:18am): Oh, good to know. I was out of the loop on that one.
violinstud(1:19am): Apparently, not. ;P So, galaxyeyes315, how's your night going? Couldn't sleep?
It's almost half past one, but Kurt can't help but giggle at his new success at talking to another guy that likes guys. Who knew they existed in Ohio? He suddenly feels very sheltered.
galaxyeyes315(1:20am): Not until I finish a paper. Almost done though. What about you?
violinstud(1:20am): Boredom leads me here most of the time. And I don't really sleep.
galaxyeyes315(1:22am): Aw, sorry to hear that. Am I entertaining enough?
Am I flirting? Should I be doing this? Is this considered cheating already? Kurt bites his lip and looks around his room again to make sure there aren't any ghosts that are going to tell Blaine, or worse, his father. This isn't flirting. I'm just trying to distract myself from finishing this paper. Shut up, Kurt.
violinstud(1:22am): Yeah, but I'm sure you'd like to entertain me a little more.
Kurt wants to close the chat window, he knows he probably should, but how often does he get to talk flirtatiously to a guy his age? Or at least someone pretending to be? Practically never. Not even Blaine, really.
galaxyeyes315(1:24am): Oh, but I'm sure your imagination is more thrilling than the both of ours combined. How about you tell me a little more about yourself before I try to embarrass myself?
...violinstud is typing...
Kurt starts finishing the last paragraph of his essay.
violinstud(1:25am): What do you want to know?
galaxyeyes315(1:26am): How long have you been playing violin?
violinstud(1:26am): Six years. Do you play anything?
galaxyeyes315(1:26am): I'm a singer, and I know a little piano.
violinstud(1:26am): Interesting! Me too. Are you in choir or anything?
galaxyeyes315(1:27am): Yeah, something like that. :P What about you, stud?
violinstud(1:28am): I am, but I can't say where. Wouldn't want my teammates knowing I'm staying up late, killing my voice to talk to strangers online.
galaxyeyes315(1:28am): Just please tell me you're not from Vocal Adrenaline. ...Unless you are, then you're really amazing, but still.
violinstud(1:29am): Hahaha. I actually know who they are! But then again, who doesn't? And no, I'm obviously not. I'm guessing you aren't either.
galaxyeyes315(1:32am): Nope. Hold on, brb. I have to print my paper.
violinstud(1:32am): Kk. Hurry back! ;)
Kurt goes downstairs to the printer in his dad's library to print off his paper. It's weird for him to be tip-toeing around the house at this hour, especially now that he feels like he has something to hide upstairs by talking to someone. It's not that bad, right? Does he only feel guilty because he feels he and Blaine haven't been as close lately, and he's trying to get attention elsewhere? Two minute conversations about having galaxy eyes don't count.
He comes back up to see violinstud has sent him a few IMs.
violinstud(1:36am): So, galaxyeyes, does that mean your eyes are the color of the Milky Way, or can you just see past this galaxy?
violinstud(1:37am): Both are sexy, but I'm hoping for the latter, so I can know if aliens exist or not.
violinstud(1:40am): Wow, hurry up. Are you chiseling your paper into stone? You need an hp printer, buddy.
Kurt grins and shakes his head, stapling his paper before he starts typing back.
galaxyeyes315(1:41am): I DO have an hp printer! I just had to be quiet and go downstairs to print it! Jeez...
violinstud(1:41am): Yeah, yeah, whatever. Are we done printing things for the night?
galaxyeyes315(1:42am): Yessir, we are. :)
violinstud(1:42am): Does this mean you're going to leave me now?
Kurt knows he should sign off. He has to be up in four hours.
galaxyeyes315(1:42am): No, I can stay on a little later. Only if you want me to, though...
violinstud(1:42am): I really do. I think I actually like talking to you.
galaxyeyes315(1:43am): As opposed to not talking?
violinstud(1:44am): As opposed to not talking. Correct.
Heart beating. Late night bedroom thoughts.
violinstud(1:46am): Are you still there?
galaxyeyes315(1:46am): Yeah, I'm here.
violinstud(1:46am): Hi.
galaxyeyes315(1:46am): Haha. Hi? :)
violinstud(1:47am): I realized we never greeted each other properly. We started off where I was trying to turn you on. ;)
galaxyeyes315(1:47am): Ha. Oh, I guess that is true. Hello, then. How are you this morning?
violinstud(1:48am): I'm ready for some shut eye. How are you?
galaxyeyes315(1:48am): I guess I'm also tired. :/
violinstud(1:48am): Nice.
galaxyeyes315(1:48am): Yep.
He can't believe he's actually feeling sad about leaving his new friend for the night. Is this how platonic online relationships start? I'm tired, but I don't want to go yet.
galaxyeyes315(1:50am): Hey, is there any chance I'll catch you on here again? I don't get to talk to many nice guys very often.
violinstud(1:50am): Haha. You think I'm nice? That's great. And yeah, you'll get your chance. ;P Same time tomorrow?
galaxyeyes315(1:51am): Aw, how egotistical of you. Cute. :P ...Maybe a little earlier? What about 10 tomorrow night?
violinstud(1:51am): You mean on this night? It's already morning, so...
galaxyeyes315(1:51am): Yes, yes I mean this night. Smartass.
violinstud(1:51am): Don't be sassy with me if you want to talk again... :P
galaxyeyes315(1:52am): I apologize for my sassy state of being. Truly sorry.
violinstud(1:52am): 10 is perfect. ;) I'll be waiting for you, galaxy.
galaxyeyes315(1:53am): Good night, stud.
violinstud(1:53am): Night. ;)
violinstud has disconnected. [Monday, March 5, 2012 1:53 am]
Kurt sighs, biting his lip, and shuts his laptop off for the night.
Suddenly, he remembers that he hasn't learned his new friend's name. And that violinstud did his fair share of winky faces. And Kurt hasn't had this much attention in possibly two weeks. And he just made plans to talk with him again tomorrow night. And.
What did he just get himself into?
Chapter 2
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I'm almost done with chapter 2, but it probably won't be posted until at least Friday or Saturday (work/socializing/other bullshit reasons). There will be a bit of Kurt and Blaine in this, but Kurtbastian is the overall end goal.