give your heart (a break), part xii (glee, kurtbastian)
Fandom: Glee
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Sebastian, side Brody/Rachel, brief Adam/Kurt, Sebastian/OC, Isabelle, Santana, Mercedes, Puck, OCs.
Warnings: Semi-graphic sex, a tiny bit of homophobia, language, not entirely friendly toward Blaine.
Summary: Post-TBU AU. Life moves on after heartbreak: Kurt knows that more than most. As he tries to put his life back together after Blaine, he finds an unexpected ally in his new coworker and Isabelle's nephew: Sebastian Smythe. As Kurt goes through his new life as a single man, he finds an unexpected depth to Sebastian and realizes that losing the first love of his life doesn't mean he'll never love again.
Author's Notes: Written for the kurtbastianbang. Thank you to the lovely keesecake for the amazing fanart! This behemouth was originally going to be 20k of Sebastian and Kurt being cute in New York - obviously this shows that I can't write short fiction worth shit. All musical numbers can either be found here here or they will be linked in the story. The title is taken from "Give Your Heart a Break." Now, without further adieu--
Kurt ducks into his bedroom and sighs. He loves his friends but they can be gigantic pains in his ass sometimes--especially when they’re all drunk. Kurt thought he knew how bad they could be from last time, but apparently he’d blocked out most of their embarrassing behavior because he’d severely underestimated them.
He’s spent the night avoiding Sebastian--which became easier after Sebastian had a few drinks and started spending his time hitting on Brody, Mike, and Puck in a constant succession. Kurt had watched from the corner, torn between amusement and jealousy--of course he knows all three of them are about as straight as they come, but something in him burns that Sebastian would drunk-hit on all of them before he thought of Kurt, the only other gay man in the room. But then again, it’s Kurt. Of course Sebastian would rather try his luck with straight guys rather than be with a lady-man like Kurt Hummel.
Kurt sighs. He’d promised himself no bitter thoughts tonight, but they keep creeping in on him anyway.
He jumps when his door opens and relaxes when he sees that it’s only Puck. Puck ambles to his side, slings an arm over Kurt’s shoulders.
"K'rt," Puck slurs, leaning heavily into Kurt's side. "K'rt, there's somethin' I need to," he hiccups, "tell ya."
Kurt sighs. He's only been drunk with Puck once before, and then they'd both been too distracted by other people to interact too much. From what Finn says, Kurt knows that Puck is a sentimental drunk, prone to confessions of love and exclamations of admiration in an extraordinarily soppy fashion.
"What is it?" Kurt asks.
Puck pauses. "K'rt," he says, as seriously as a drunk person can manage to be, "your ass is awesome."
Kurt stares at him. And stares some more. He can feel the blush fighting its way to his face as he squeaks out, "What?!"
"I had," Puck hiccups, "a crazy ass crush on you forever. It's almost as good as Santana's." He pauses, considering. "Anderson's isn't bad either." Kurt flinches. "But yours is up there. God blessed that ass. So," he takes Kurt's hands in his and stares deeply into his eyes as he begins to sing, "If I were gay, I'd give you my whole heart. And if I were gay, you'd be my work of art-"
"Oh my God," Kurt yelps, yanking his hand out of Puck's. "Go dunk your head in cold water right now, you are not allowed to be near me without being sober."
"And if we were gay, we'd swim in romance," Puck sings on, oblivious and Kurt slaps him. Puck blinks at him, eyes hazy, and his hand goes to his cheek. "Ow," he complains before collapsing.
Kurt stares down at his crumpled body, then decides that he's keeping the fact that he knocked Puckerman out with one measly little slap up his sleeve the next time he needs an ace. He steps over Puck's prone body into the living and groans when he sees Santana out in the corner, muttering angrily to herself, Rachel and Brody plastered together at the mouth, Quinn crying into her beer-
"I was gone for 20 minutes," Kurt says to the room at large. "How did you get so drunk in 20 minutes?"
"A lot of tequila," says an amused voice in his ear and Kurt jumps, turning to glare at Sebastian, who looks like he’s sobered up. "All drunk in very quick succession." Sebastian grins. "Your friends are lousy drunks. All horny or sad . . . well, the horny's okay, but when it's only the lesbians or straight girls, well . . . ."
"What, sad you can't get a piece of ass tonight?" Kurt asks, snide before he can stop himself, thinking of Sebastian’s earlier flirting. Sebastian's eyebrow raises and Kurt berates himself. He'd thought he could keep his composure, but two seconds in Sebastian's presence and he was slipping already. Some actor he was turning out to be. "Sorry," he mutters.
"No problem, cupcake," Sebastian says, smiling again. "We've said worse to each other." He glances around the room. "Want to try and sober your friends up?"
"Can we just ditch them?" Kurt asks, not really meaning it until Sebastian turns to him with a gleam in his eye.
"Want to get out of here?" he asks.
-
They go to their coffee shop. The barista at the counter grins at them and hands them their usual orders without asking. As they settle in at a window table, Kurt takes a sip of his and it warms him to his toes.
Sebastian stirs his own coffee with restless energy. Kurt frowns at him over the lip of his mug.
“What is it?” he asks.
Sebastian jumps, as if he’d forgotten Kurt was there. “Nothing,” he mutters. “It’s nothing, I’m just--” He shakes his head, manages a laugh. “Sorry. Today’s just a bad day, that’s all.”
“Oh?” Kurt asks, leaning forward. “What happened?”
Sebastian makes a face. “I had a heart-to-heart with my dad,” he says. Kurt’s eyebrow raises and Sebastian sighs. “It didn’t go well, as you may expect.”
“What did you say?” Kurt asks. He reaches for Sebastian’s hand, realizes when they touch that he probably should pull back--before he can, Sebastian twists his palm so that their fingers are firmly entwined. Kurt’s heart starts to beat a little faster, but he tries to stay focused on what Sebastian’s saying instead of the feeling of warm fingers wrapped around Kurt’s.
“I told him once and for all that I didn’t want to run the firm,” Sebastian says, drawing Kurt’s attention back to his face. “I’ve been told I’ll be officially disowned by the end of the week.”
Kurt sighs. “I’m sorry, Sebastian,” he says. “What are you going to do?”
“The apartment I’m in right now is paid for by my dad,” Sebastian says. “I guess I’ll be looking for a new place soon.” Sebastian stares down at the table.
Kurt’s throat tightens. “Will you be moving away from New York?” he asks, tries not to let it show how important the answer is to him.
Sebastian glances at him, smiles. “Would you miss me, sweetheart?” he asks.
Kurt glares. “No,” he bites out, the lie obvious.
Sebastian laughs. “No, I’m not moving,” he says and Kurt can’t hide his relief. “Isabelle has been good to me and I don’t want to move away from her.” He smiles at Kurt. “Plus I’ve made some good friends here, it’d be a shame to abandon them.”
Kurt feels very warm. “Oh,” he says. Then, before he can talk himself out of it, he blurts out, “I’m glad.”
Sebastian’s smile deepens. “Me too.”
Kurt needs to distract himself because he can’t handle Sebastian smiling at him right now. “So will you stay at Vogue.com?”
“I think so,” Sebastian says. “I might apply to a few schools for the fall, try and get myself an education and all that.” His smile deepens. “I’ve young,” he says. “I’ve got time to figure it out.”
-
When they get back, it’s to chaos. His friends are gathered in the living room, chatting loudly. Kurt grins when he sees Puck, who’s pointedly avoiding him.
"Kurt!" Rachel says, standing on tiptoes to sling an arm around his shoulder. She smells of beer. "Let's play truth or dare!"
Kurt, still mostly sober, makes a face. "Are we in seventh grade, Rachel?" he asks.
Rachel pouts at him. "It's fun!" she says, poking his chest with her free hand. "And you've been Mr. Grumpypants all night. Come on!"
Kurt considers her, then sighs. "Alright," he says.
"Truth or dare!" Rachel immediately hollers and the immediate response are drunken cheers. "Everyone in here, now!"
Their friends shuffle in and manage to arrange themselves in a vague circle shape, collapsing on top of each other. He pointedly doesn't look at Sebastian as he sits down next to Brody, even though he's sure he can feel Sebastian's eyes on him.
"Since it's my house, I get to go first," Rachel says.
"Mine too," Kurt points out, but Rachel ignores him.
"Brody," she says. Kurt groans and Brody, obviously one of the more sober people in the room, flashes him a quick grin. "Truth or dare?"
Brody considers it. "Truth," he says.
"Chicken!" Rachel scolds him. "What's your most embarrassing sex story?"
Kurt chokes on his spit. "Rachel!" he says, scandalized. She blinks at him with large, drunk hazed eyes.
"No, no, it's fine," Brody says, laughing. "Probably my first time? No one ever gave me the talk so I had no idea what I was doing . . . And it ended in like five seconds and the girl told everyone that the next day. Super embarrassing."
Kurt thinks, for a moment, on his own first time-the rush of pleasure, Blaine's smile in the afterglow, the way they'd laid together for hours. Without meaning to, he catches Sebastian's eye and has to look away.
Brody considers the circle and then, to Kurt's dawning horror, gets a glint in his eye that Kurt recognizes from years of dealing with Puckerman. "Sebastian," Brody says. "Truth or dare?"
They have a staring contest for a long moment. "Dare," Sebastian says, leaning back on his hands, confidence oozing from him.
Brody grins like Sebastian just played right into his hands. "I dare you," he says, "to give Kurt a lap dance to any song of your choosing."
Kurt chokes again, then stares at Brody in wide-eyed betrayal. Brody just smiles at him, pleased with himself. Kurt tries not to, but finds himself glancing at Sebastian, who's considering him closely.
"I'll do it," he says and Kurt feels like his entire face is going to erupt into a blush.
Brody immediately ushers Kurt into one of their few chairs to make things easier and Kurt does what he says without thinking because his brain is still stuck on lap dance and Sebastian. Sebastian stands, makes his way over to Rachel's iPod stand and flicks through her songs. Kurt knows the moment he finds the one he wants-his entire face lights up with a wicked smile that decidedly does not make heat inch up Kurt's spine.
As the guitar intro begins, Sebastian turns and there's something-different about him. Sebastian has always had a sort of subconscious grace to him, but now he moves in a deliberately languid way, as if he's just woken up from a really long and satisfying sleep or had a particularly good round of sex. Kurt swallows heavily as Sebastian begins to undo the buttons of his dress shirt , hips swinging as he comes closer. The girls, especially Rachel, are cat-calling, but Sebastian's eyes are fixed on Kurt.
"I must admit, I can't explain, any of these thoughts running through my brain, it's true, that baby I'm howlin’ for you . . . ."
Sebastian undoes the last button and lets his shirt slide seamlessly off his shoulders, leaving him in an off-white tank top. The curve of his bicep is luscious in the dim lamplight and Kurt shudders a little. Sebastian grins like he can sense Kurt's arousal and comes even closer until he's standing in front of Kurt, hips swinging to the beat. Without a word, he lowers himself until he's straddling Kurt's lap. Kurt shivers again. His skin feels hot, tender to the touch, and having Sebastian so close isn't helping.
Sebastian lowers his mouth to Kurt's ear. "Baby I'm howlin’ for you," he breathes with the lyrics and Kurt's getting hard, he can feel it.
Sebastian's hips are made of sin, grinding down into Kurt's lap with abandon, with languid grace. Sebastian folds his arms over Kurt's shoulder and sings along with the song in Kurt's ear, warm breath dancing so delicately along the shell of Kurt's ear that he can't stop shuddering. They are chest to chest, and Kurt suddenly wishes that he wasn't wearing so many layers, that Sebastian would shed his undershirt, that they were doing this in a bed far away from prying eyes-
The song comes to a close and Sebastian slides off of Kurt's lap almost immediately. Kurt lets out a long breath and reminds himself that Sebastian doesn’t think of him like that, never has and never will. Even if Sebastian can admit he has appeal, Kurt will always be a baby penguin to him.
“I think I won that dare, yeah?” Sebastian says to Brody as he picks up his shirt, pulls it back on. He doesn’t bother buttoning it back up.
Brody grins. “Oh, yeah,” he says. “Stripper in another life?”
“Fuck you,” Sebastian says, but he’s laughing. “My turn now, right? Unlike some people I didn’t go to a lot of slumber parties.”
“Fuck you,” Brody responds, to which Sebastian leers.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he says. Kurt stiffens and Sebastian darts a look at him before glancing away. “Santana, truth or dare?” he asks. Kurt stares down at his knees as Santana answers and wonders why he hurts so much.
part xiii
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Sebastian, side Brody/Rachel, brief Adam/Kurt, Sebastian/OC, Isabelle, Santana, Mercedes, Puck, OCs.
Warnings: Semi-graphic sex, a tiny bit of homophobia, language, not entirely friendly toward Blaine.
Summary: Post-TBU AU. Life moves on after heartbreak: Kurt knows that more than most. As he tries to put his life back together after Blaine, he finds an unexpected ally in his new coworker and Isabelle's nephew: Sebastian Smythe. As Kurt goes through his new life as a single man, he finds an unexpected depth to Sebastian and realizes that losing the first love of his life doesn't mean he'll never love again.
Author's Notes: Written for the kurtbastianbang. Thank you to the lovely keesecake for the amazing fanart! This behemouth was originally going to be 20k of Sebastian and Kurt being cute in New York - obviously this shows that I can't write short fiction worth shit. All musical numbers can either be found here here or they will be linked in the story. The title is taken from "Give Your Heart a Break." Now, without further adieu--
Kurt ducks into his bedroom and sighs. He loves his friends but they can be gigantic pains in his ass sometimes--especially when they’re all drunk. Kurt thought he knew how bad they could be from last time, but apparently he’d blocked out most of their embarrassing behavior because he’d severely underestimated them.
He’s spent the night avoiding Sebastian--which became easier after Sebastian had a few drinks and started spending his time hitting on Brody, Mike, and Puck in a constant succession. Kurt had watched from the corner, torn between amusement and jealousy--of course he knows all three of them are about as straight as they come, but something in him burns that Sebastian would drunk-hit on all of them before he thought of Kurt, the only other gay man in the room. But then again, it’s Kurt. Of course Sebastian would rather try his luck with straight guys rather than be with a lady-man like Kurt Hummel.
Kurt sighs. He’d promised himself no bitter thoughts tonight, but they keep creeping in on him anyway.
He jumps when his door opens and relaxes when he sees that it’s only Puck. Puck ambles to his side, slings an arm over Kurt’s shoulders.
"K'rt," Puck slurs, leaning heavily into Kurt's side. "K'rt, there's somethin' I need to," he hiccups, "tell ya."
Kurt sighs. He's only been drunk with Puck once before, and then they'd both been too distracted by other people to interact too much. From what Finn says, Kurt knows that Puck is a sentimental drunk, prone to confessions of love and exclamations of admiration in an extraordinarily soppy fashion.
"What is it?" Kurt asks.
Puck pauses. "K'rt," he says, as seriously as a drunk person can manage to be, "your ass is awesome."
Kurt stares at him. And stares some more. He can feel the blush fighting its way to his face as he squeaks out, "What?!"
"I had," Puck hiccups, "a crazy ass crush on you forever. It's almost as good as Santana's." He pauses, considering. "Anderson's isn't bad either." Kurt flinches. "But yours is up there. God blessed that ass. So," he takes Kurt's hands in his and stares deeply into his eyes as he begins to sing, "If I were gay, I'd give you my whole heart. And if I were gay, you'd be my work of art-"
"Oh my God," Kurt yelps, yanking his hand out of Puck's. "Go dunk your head in cold water right now, you are not allowed to be near me without being sober."
"And if we were gay, we'd swim in romance," Puck sings on, oblivious and Kurt slaps him. Puck blinks at him, eyes hazy, and his hand goes to his cheek. "Ow," he complains before collapsing.
Kurt stares down at his crumpled body, then decides that he's keeping the fact that he knocked Puckerman out with one measly little slap up his sleeve the next time he needs an ace. He steps over Puck's prone body into the living and groans when he sees Santana out in the corner, muttering angrily to herself, Rachel and Brody plastered together at the mouth, Quinn crying into her beer-
"I was gone for 20 minutes," Kurt says to the room at large. "How did you get so drunk in 20 minutes?"
"A lot of tequila," says an amused voice in his ear and Kurt jumps, turning to glare at Sebastian, who looks like he’s sobered up. "All drunk in very quick succession." Sebastian grins. "Your friends are lousy drunks. All horny or sad . . . well, the horny's okay, but when it's only the lesbians or straight girls, well . . . ."
"What, sad you can't get a piece of ass tonight?" Kurt asks, snide before he can stop himself, thinking of Sebastian’s earlier flirting. Sebastian's eyebrow raises and Kurt berates himself. He'd thought he could keep his composure, but two seconds in Sebastian's presence and he was slipping already. Some actor he was turning out to be. "Sorry," he mutters.
"No problem, cupcake," Sebastian says, smiling again. "We've said worse to each other." He glances around the room. "Want to try and sober your friends up?"
"Can we just ditch them?" Kurt asks, not really meaning it until Sebastian turns to him with a gleam in his eye.
"Want to get out of here?" he asks.
-
They go to their coffee shop. The barista at the counter grins at them and hands them their usual orders without asking. As they settle in at a window table, Kurt takes a sip of his and it warms him to his toes.
Sebastian stirs his own coffee with restless energy. Kurt frowns at him over the lip of his mug.
“What is it?” he asks.
Sebastian jumps, as if he’d forgotten Kurt was there. “Nothing,” he mutters. “It’s nothing, I’m just--” He shakes his head, manages a laugh. “Sorry. Today’s just a bad day, that’s all.”
“Oh?” Kurt asks, leaning forward. “What happened?”
Sebastian makes a face. “I had a heart-to-heart with my dad,” he says. Kurt’s eyebrow raises and Sebastian sighs. “It didn’t go well, as you may expect.”
“What did you say?” Kurt asks. He reaches for Sebastian’s hand, realizes when they touch that he probably should pull back--before he can, Sebastian twists his palm so that their fingers are firmly entwined. Kurt’s heart starts to beat a little faster, but he tries to stay focused on what Sebastian’s saying instead of the feeling of warm fingers wrapped around Kurt’s.
“I told him once and for all that I didn’t want to run the firm,” Sebastian says, drawing Kurt’s attention back to his face. “I’ve been told I’ll be officially disowned by the end of the week.”
Kurt sighs. “I’m sorry, Sebastian,” he says. “What are you going to do?”
“The apartment I’m in right now is paid for by my dad,” Sebastian says. “I guess I’ll be looking for a new place soon.” Sebastian stares down at the table.
Kurt’s throat tightens. “Will you be moving away from New York?” he asks, tries not to let it show how important the answer is to him.
Sebastian glances at him, smiles. “Would you miss me, sweetheart?” he asks.
Kurt glares. “No,” he bites out, the lie obvious.
Sebastian laughs. “No, I’m not moving,” he says and Kurt can’t hide his relief. “Isabelle has been good to me and I don’t want to move away from her.” He smiles at Kurt. “Plus I’ve made some good friends here, it’d be a shame to abandon them.”
Kurt feels very warm. “Oh,” he says. Then, before he can talk himself out of it, he blurts out, “I’m glad.”
Sebastian’s smile deepens. “Me too.”
Kurt needs to distract himself because he can’t handle Sebastian smiling at him right now. “So will you stay at Vogue.com?”
“I think so,” Sebastian says. “I might apply to a few schools for the fall, try and get myself an education and all that.” His smile deepens. “I’ve young,” he says. “I’ve got time to figure it out.”
-
When they get back, it’s to chaos. His friends are gathered in the living room, chatting loudly. Kurt grins when he sees Puck, who’s pointedly avoiding him.
"Kurt!" Rachel says, standing on tiptoes to sling an arm around his shoulder. She smells of beer. "Let's play truth or dare!"
Kurt, still mostly sober, makes a face. "Are we in seventh grade, Rachel?" he asks.
Rachel pouts at him. "It's fun!" she says, poking his chest with her free hand. "And you've been Mr. Grumpypants all night. Come on!"
Kurt considers her, then sighs. "Alright," he says.
"Truth or dare!" Rachel immediately hollers and the immediate response are drunken cheers. "Everyone in here, now!"
Their friends shuffle in and manage to arrange themselves in a vague circle shape, collapsing on top of each other. He pointedly doesn't look at Sebastian as he sits down next to Brody, even though he's sure he can feel Sebastian's eyes on him.
"Since it's my house, I get to go first," Rachel says.
"Mine too," Kurt points out, but Rachel ignores him.
"Brody," she says. Kurt groans and Brody, obviously one of the more sober people in the room, flashes him a quick grin. "Truth or dare?"
Brody considers it. "Truth," he says.
"Chicken!" Rachel scolds him. "What's your most embarrassing sex story?"
Kurt chokes on his spit. "Rachel!" he says, scandalized. She blinks at him with large, drunk hazed eyes.
"No, no, it's fine," Brody says, laughing. "Probably my first time? No one ever gave me the talk so I had no idea what I was doing . . . And it ended in like five seconds and the girl told everyone that the next day. Super embarrassing."
Kurt thinks, for a moment, on his own first time-the rush of pleasure, Blaine's smile in the afterglow, the way they'd laid together for hours. Without meaning to, he catches Sebastian's eye and has to look away.
Brody considers the circle and then, to Kurt's dawning horror, gets a glint in his eye that Kurt recognizes from years of dealing with Puckerman. "Sebastian," Brody says. "Truth or dare?"
They have a staring contest for a long moment. "Dare," Sebastian says, leaning back on his hands, confidence oozing from him.
Brody grins like Sebastian just played right into his hands. "I dare you," he says, "to give Kurt a lap dance to any song of your choosing."
Kurt chokes again, then stares at Brody in wide-eyed betrayal. Brody just smiles at him, pleased with himself. Kurt tries not to, but finds himself glancing at Sebastian, who's considering him closely.
"I'll do it," he says and Kurt feels like his entire face is going to erupt into a blush.
Brody immediately ushers Kurt into one of their few chairs to make things easier and Kurt does what he says without thinking because his brain is still stuck on lap dance and Sebastian. Sebastian stands, makes his way over to Rachel's iPod stand and flicks through her songs. Kurt knows the moment he finds the one he wants-his entire face lights up with a wicked smile that decidedly does not make heat inch up Kurt's spine.
As the guitar intro begins, Sebastian turns and there's something-different about him. Sebastian has always had a sort of subconscious grace to him, but now he moves in a deliberately languid way, as if he's just woken up from a really long and satisfying sleep or had a particularly good round of sex. Kurt swallows heavily as Sebastian begins to undo the buttons of his dress shirt , hips swinging as he comes closer. The girls, especially Rachel, are cat-calling, but Sebastian's eyes are fixed on Kurt.
"I must admit, I can't explain, any of these thoughts running through my brain, it's true, that baby I'm howlin’ for you . . . ."
Sebastian undoes the last button and lets his shirt slide seamlessly off his shoulders, leaving him in an off-white tank top. The curve of his bicep is luscious in the dim lamplight and Kurt shudders a little. Sebastian grins like he can sense Kurt's arousal and comes even closer until he's standing in front of Kurt, hips swinging to the beat. Without a word, he lowers himself until he's straddling Kurt's lap. Kurt shivers again. His skin feels hot, tender to the touch, and having Sebastian so close isn't helping.
Sebastian lowers his mouth to Kurt's ear. "Baby I'm howlin’ for you," he breathes with the lyrics and Kurt's getting hard, he can feel it.
Sebastian's hips are made of sin, grinding down into Kurt's lap with abandon, with languid grace. Sebastian folds his arms over Kurt's shoulder and sings along with the song in Kurt's ear, warm breath dancing so delicately along the shell of Kurt's ear that he can't stop shuddering. They are chest to chest, and Kurt suddenly wishes that he wasn't wearing so many layers, that Sebastian would shed his undershirt, that they were doing this in a bed far away from prying eyes-
The song comes to a close and Sebastian slides off of Kurt's lap almost immediately. Kurt lets out a long breath and reminds himself that Sebastian doesn’t think of him like that, never has and never will. Even if Sebastian can admit he has appeal, Kurt will always be a baby penguin to him.
“I think I won that dare, yeah?” Sebastian says to Brody as he picks up his shirt, pulls it back on. He doesn’t bother buttoning it back up.
Brody grins. “Oh, yeah,” he says. “Stripper in another life?”
“Fuck you,” Sebastian says, but he’s laughing. “My turn now, right? Unlike some people I didn’t go to a lot of slumber parties.”
“Fuck you,” Brody responds, to which Sebastian leers.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he says. Kurt stiffens and Sebastian darts a look at him before glancing away. “Santana, truth or dare?” he asks. Kurt stares down at his knees as Santana answers and wonders why he hurts so much.
part xiii