Fic: Just a Game
Media: Fic
Title: Just a Game
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine + Sebastian
Spoilers (if any): 3.05
Warnings (if any): mentions of canon alcohol use, car accident
Word Count: ~1300
Summary: From this prompt at the angst meme. Rather than Blaine getting into trouble on the way home from the bar, Kurt does. Sebastian finds him.
Author’s Note (if any): De-anoning. This is unbeta'd.
”I’ve had it! Five boarding schools in two years. I’ve tried overseas. I’ve tried everything but military school. I don’t want to stifle your creativity, Sebastian, but I’m done. I don’t know what to do with you, anymore. I’ve spoken to my brother. You’re going to live with him.”
“Really, Mother?”
“Yes, really. This is not up for discussion. I’ve had it with you. You’re moving to Westerville.”
There were worse fates. His uncle wasn’t as strict as his mother thought he would be. There was plenty of eye-candy at Dalton, even if most of the boys were straight (and straight-edged). And the Warblers weren’t a bad group if he had to choose an extra-curricular. And then there was Blaine.
He didn’t really like Blaine. He didn’t really like any of the boys he went after -- had he met Kurt first he would have gone after him. It was just that since he got to Dalton and joined the Warblers, it was, ‘Blaine could do this better!’ and ‘We need Blaine to win!’ He wasn’t actually prepared to see the boy.
He was in it for the game. It was always all about the game. And Blaine played the confused, naive, schoolboy so well. With Kurt in the picture it just added one more layer to the fun. He didn’t care if he won the game. It wasn’t necessarily about sex -- though that was always icing on the cake -- it was about the game itself. It was about playing with the other boys and watching their reactions.
Yes, Ohio wasn’t so bad after all.
***
Sebastian was a lot of things, but he wasn’t heartless. Winding two boys that were pathetically in love up? That wasn’t a problem at all. Watching from a dirty barroom window as they fight and one staggers off? Amusing. Driving past the vehicle of someone you know wrapped around a lamppost, even if you’re supposed to be enemies with that person? Even Sebastian wouldn’t do that.
“Shit.”
He pulled over and yanked the driver’s side door open. The airbag had gone off, but Kurt had hit his head on something, and a trail of blood was leaking down the side of his head. He was cradling his right arm and looked at Sebastian slowly.
“Shit,” Sebastian said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling an ambulance. Don’t move.”
“No! Don’t. They cost money... and Blaine. We’ve... Blaine. Walking home. Got to follow him.”
“Right now you’re worse off than Blaine. And you need to get to a hospital.”
“No ambulance. Other car?”
“No other cars. You hit a light.”
“No. I... I think. ‘Nother car hit me. I spun. I was following Blaine. He’s drunk. He could get hurt!”
“Okay, the caring about your boyfriend thing is cute and all, but you need to think about yourself right now. And yourself needs to get to a hospital.”
“No ambulance. Too spensive.”
“They aren’t that much.”
“Saw the bill last year for Dad. Too...” Kurt blinked, the word not quite forming, “too much.”
“Okay. I’m still taking you to the hospital.”
“But Blaine.”
“Blainey boy wanted to walk home. He can walk home. St. Rita’s is the closest according to my GPS.”
“D’you drug him?”
“What?”
“He said he had one beer. Did you drug him?”
“I didn’t drug his beer. I may have given him more than one bottle. That’s not important right now. Kurt, focus for a minute on something other than your boy toy. Does anything hurt other than your head and your arm?”
“My head?” He lifted his hand to his head and gasped when it came away with blood. “I don’t think that’s good.”
“No. It’s not. That’s why I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Not in an ambulance.”
“Not in an ambulance. If I can figure out how to get you out of this car. Okay, I’m going to undo the seatbelt now.” Sebastian reached across Kurt, and unbuckled him. “Let’s get you up. You think you can stand?”
“Of course I can stand.”
Kurt stood, swayed, and promptly started to fall towards the ground. Sebastian caught him before he hit.
“Of course you can stand.”
“Why’s the ground moving. You drugged my drink.”
“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or offended. You were in a car accident.”
“Oh.”
“Up you go.” Sebastian swung Kurt into a bridal carry and took him over to his waiting car.
“I think I’m gonna...”
Sebastian jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being hit by vomit. “Ew. Okay, hospital, now. You, keep talking. I’m pretty sure there’s something about you not falling asleep.”
“What do you want with Blaine?” Kurt said softly as they started on the road.
“He’s hot. I want the same thing you want with him. Except I’ll probably give him what he wants in return.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Oh, please. He’s hot. Don’t tell me that wasn’t the first thing you thought when you saw him.”
“It... it wasn’t.”
“Oh, really?”
“It wasn’t. Well, I didn’t even know if he was gay. And then. And then...”
“Keep talking.”
“I am. I can’t think.”
“Thinking is probably good. Keep what brains you have intact.”
“Stop it. I... What were we...?”
“What you thought of Blaine.”
“Oh. I didn’t know if he was gay. And when he was, he was, well, safe.”
“That’s pathetic.”
“Shut up.”
“I will. But you can’t. Why safe? And why is safe a good thing?”
“Because everything where I was wasn’t. And the guys I liked weren’t. And he was.”
“That almost made sense. Keep talking.”
“You’re not safe. And you’re trying to take him from me.”
“I’m hardly dangerous. Besides, I’ve seen your claws.”
“Ha. Wouldn’t stop dancing with him. Can I go to sleep now?”
“Don’t even think about it. Tell me more. Just that he’s safe? Never thought about his hot little ass?”
“Yeah. He does have a great ass.”
Sebastian fought down a smile.
“Wasn’t thinking about it at first. I just... he was nice to me. And he didn’t want to beat me up. And he got me coffee. And he likes Vogue. And politics... and music. And he sang Teenage Dream, which is such a stupid song, but it’s so... so...”
“Kurt, stay with me. We’re almost there.”
“I’m here.”
“What about Teenage Dream?”
“It’s so Blaine. He’s Katy Perry and Pink and a stupid drunk and he likes football and... he doesn’t know that guys like you are dangerous. But I love him so, so much, and we fit together. And don’t you dare try any of your fucking games again, Sebastian Smythe, or I will cut you.”
“Oooh, he swears!”
“Do I have to keep talking? I’m really, really tired.”
“We’re here. I’m going to carry you in. Stay awake until the doctor sees you. Tell me about Blaine’s ass again.”
“No.”
“Okay. Tell me about the sex you’ve had.” He dashed around the car after parking. He lifted Kurt up again with surprising ease, wincing in sympathy at the burns he could see developing on his hands.
“Haven’t had any. Blaine was talking about masturbation.”
“Oh?”
“No details.”
“Too bad.” They entered, and he ran as best he could to the triage station. “Nurse!”
“What happened?”
“He was in a car accident.”
“Sebastian?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks. I still don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, though.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“May the best man win.”
Sebastian looked at Kurt. The nurse clearing away the drying blood from the cut on his head. He shook his head and walked away. “He already has, Kurt. I never was going to win this one,” he murmured under his breath. “Doesn’t mean I’m not still going to play.”
“Oh, he will,” he called back over his shoulder.
Title: Just a Game
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine + Sebastian
Spoilers (if any): 3.05
Warnings (if any): mentions of canon alcohol use, car accident
Word Count: ~1300
Summary: From this prompt at the angst meme. Rather than Blaine getting into trouble on the way home from the bar, Kurt does. Sebastian finds him.
Author’s Note (if any): De-anoning. This is unbeta'd.
”I’ve had it! Five boarding schools in two years. I’ve tried overseas. I’ve tried everything but military school. I don’t want to stifle your creativity, Sebastian, but I’m done. I don’t know what to do with you, anymore. I’ve spoken to my brother. You’re going to live with him.”
“Really, Mother?”
“Yes, really. This is not up for discussion. I’ve had it with you. You’re moving to Westerville.”
There were worse fates. His uncle wasn’t as strict as his mother thought he would be. There was plenty of eye-candy at Dalton, even if most of the boys were straight (and straight-edged). And the Warblers weren’t a bad group if he had to choose an extra-curricular. And then there was Blaine.
He didn’t really like Blaine. He didn’t really like any of the boys he went after -- had he met Kurt first he would have gone after him. It was just that since he got to Dalton and joined the Warblers, it was, ‘Blaine could do this better!’ and ‘We need Blaine to win!’ He wasn’t actually prepared to see the boy.
He was in it for the game. It was always all about the game. And Blaine played the confused, naive, schoolboy so well. With Kurt in the picture it just added one more layer to the fun. He didn’t care if he won the game. It wasn’t necessarily about sex -- though that was always icing on the cake -- it was about the game itself. It was about playing with the other boys and watching their reactions.
Yes, Ohio wasn’t so bad after all.
***
Sebastian was a lot of things, but he wasn’t heartless. Winding two boys that were pathetically in love up? That wasn’t a problem at all. Watching from a dirty barroom window as they fight and one staggers off? Amusing. Driving past the vehicle of someone you know wrapped around a lamppost, even if you’re supposed to be enemies with that person? Even Sebastian wouldn’t do that.
“Shit.”
He pulled over and yanked the driver’s side door open. The airbag had gone off, but Kurt had hit his head on something, and a trail of blood was leaking down the side of his head. He was cradling his right arm and looked at Sebastian slowly.
“Shit,” Sebastian said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling an ambulance. Don’t move.”
“No! Don’t. They cost money... and Blaine. We’ve... Blaine. Walking home. Got to follow him.”
“Right now you’re worse off than Blaine. And you need to get to a hospital.”
“No ambulance. Other car?”
“No other cars. You hit a light.”
“No. I... I think. ‘Nother car hit me. I spun. I was following Blaine. He’s drunk. He could get hurt!”
“Okay, the caring about your boyfriend thing is cute and all, but you need to think about yourself right now. And yourself needs to get to a hospital.”
“No ambulance. Too spensive.”
“They aren’t that much.”
“Saw the bill last year for Dad. Too...” Kurt blinked, the word not quite forming, “too much.”
“Okay. I’m still taking you to the hospital.”
“But Blaine.”
“Blainey boy wanted to walk home. He can walk home. St. Rita’s is the closest according to my GPS.”
“D’you drug him?”
“What?”
“He said he had one beer. Did you drug him?”
“I didn’t drug his beer. I may have given him more than one bottle. That’s not important right now. Kurt, focus for a minute on something other than your boy toy. Does anything hurt other than your head and your arm?”
“My head?” He lifted his hand to his head and gasped when it came away with blood. “I don’t think that’s good.”
“No. It’s not. That’s why I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Not in an ambulance.”
“Not in an ambulance. If I can figure out how to get you out of this car. Okay, I’m going to undo the seatbelt now.” Sebastian reached across Kurt, and unbuckled him. “Let’s get you up. You think you can stand?”
“Of course I can stand.”
Kurt stood, swayed, and promptly started to fall towards the ground. Sebastian caught him before he hit.
“Of course you can stand.”
“Why’s the ground moving. You drugged my drink.”
“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or offended. You were in a car accident.”
“Oh.”
“Up you go.” Sebastian swung Kurt into a bridal carry and took him over to his waiting car.
“I think I’m gonna...”
Sebastian jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being hit by vomit. “Ew. Okay, hospital, now. You, keep talking. I’m pretty sure there’s something about you not falling asleep.”
“What do you want with Blaine?” Kurt said softly as they started on the road.
“He’s hot. I want the same thing you want with him. Except I’ll probably give him what he wants in return.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Oh, please. He’s hot. Don’t tell me that wasn’t the first thing you thought when you saw him.”
“It... it wasn’t.”
“Oh, really?”
“It wasn’t. Well, I didn’t even know if he was gay. And then. And then...”
“Keep talking.”
“I am. I can’t think.”
“Thinking is probably good. Keep what brains you have intact.”
“Stop it. I... What were we...?”
“What you thought of Blaine.”
“Oh. I didn’t know if he was gay. And when he was, he was, well, safe.”
“That’s pathetic.”
“Shut up.”
“I will. But you can’t. Why safe? And why is safe a good thing?”
“Because everything where I was wasn’t. And the guys I liked weren’t. And he was.”
“That almost made sense. Keep talking.”
“You’re not safe. And you’re trying to take him from me.”
“I’m hardly dangerous. Besides, I’ve seen your claws.”
“Ha. Wouldn’t stop dancing with him. Can I go to sleep now?”
“Don’t even think about it. Tell me more. Just that he’s safe? Never thought about his hot little ass?”
“Yeah. He does have a great ass.”
Sebastian fought down a smile.
“Wasn’t thinking about it at first. I just... he was nice to me. And he didn’t want to beat me up. And he got me coffee. And he likes Vogue. And politics... and music. And he sang Teenage Dream, which is such a stupid song, but it’s so... so...”
“Kurt, stay with me. We’re almost there.”
“I’m here.”
“What about Teenage Dream?”
“It’s so Blaine. He’s Katy Perry and Pink and a stupid drunk and he likes football and... he doesn’t know that guys like you are dangerous. But I love him so, so much, and we fit together. And don’t you dare try any of your fucking games again, Sebastian Smythe, or I will cut you.”
“Oooh, he swears!”
“Do I have to keep talking? I’m really, really tired.”
“We’re here. I’m going to carry you in. Stay awake until the doctor sees you. Tell me about Blaine’s ass again.”
“No.”
“Okay. Tell me about the sex you’ve had.” He dashed around the car after parking. He lifted Kurt up again with surprising ease, wincing in sympathy at the burns he could see developing on his hands.
“Haven’t had any. Blaine was talking about masturbation.”
“Oh?”
“No details.”
“Too bad.” They entered, and he ran as best he could to the triage station. “Nurse!”
“What happened?”
“He was in a car accident.”
“Sebastian?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks. I still don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, though.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“May the best man win.”
Sebastian looked at Kurt. The nurse clearing away the drying blood from the cut on his head. He shook his head and walked away. “He already has, Kurt. I never was going to win this one,” he murmured under his breath. “Doesn’t mean I’m not still going to play.”
“Oh, he will,” he called back over his shoulder.