Kurtbastian: Try Me On

Part One

Warning: Rated R!!! WOAH! I never thought I'd see the day. Yes, there will be smut. Yes, there will be curses. Yes, this will be crazy insane. And yes. This is Kurtbastian. 

I'll be uploading these in random parts as I finish them, but this was intended to be one long oneshot. 

Part One

In that moment, everything was right in Sebastian’s world. He had his Kurt, warm and comforting, just as he had always been, in his arms, just as he has always belonged. Sebastian’s nose was buried deep into the crook of Kurt’s neck, and Kurt’s lips feathered light kisses along the top of Sebastian’s head. Gentle murmurs, none of any importance, were exchanged between the two boys, as they simply rest there, on top of their sofa, just basking in the glory that was each other. They clung to each other like lifelines.

“Love you, Kurt.” Sebastian whispered softly. He could feel the resonance of his voice vibrate against Kurt’s bare neck, triggering yet another feeling of warmth throughout Sebastian’s body.

“Mmm,” Kurt smiled, contented, in Sebastian’s hair. “Love you, too, Seb.”

It was moments like these, when both of them were weary and exhausted, holding each other just for the sake of being close, that Sebastian knew that this is where he belonged. With Kurt. Forever.

Of course, their relationship went through a whole hell of a lot to get to this point. More so than the typical couple to say the least. It started out as pure, unadulterated loathing. Kurt was head over heels in love with the boy that would eventually break his heart, and Sebastian was just a threat at that point.

Sebastian was a free spirit. He found his state of happiness in spontaneity. Never for the same place for too long, never the same boy on his arm. He rejected normality and continuity. It made Sebastian who he was.

But who he was wasn’t liked. The way people spoke to him, Kurt in particular, was doused with disgust. Sebastian couldn’t help it. He was naturally snarky and biting. He had always said that he was born with his signature smirk plastered on his face. He didn’t think he could ever change.

Until Kurt came into the picture again.

Kurt and Blaine were so in love. Blindingly so. Nothing else made sense to the pair besides each other. Nobody expected it to come to an end. Even Kurt and Blaine had an image of forever in their minds. But things change. People change. And it’s incredible what a semester abroad can do to change a person.

Blaine fell in love with London. It was everything he wanted out of life. He fell in love with the history, the art, the land. He’d spend days upon days just wandering the streets, discovering new things every day. He knew that no amount of time would be enough for London. He couldn’t imagine living anywhere else for the rest of his life.

Kurt, however, had other plans. For him, it had always been New York City or bust. Blaine was even along with that plan throughout high school. Kurt needed New York. He needed Broadway and theater and music in his life. He needed the fashions and the celebrities and the media. He needed the millions of people surrounding him, making his lifestyle okay, normal, accepted.

It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t like London. Quite the opposite. He loved it, actually. It was just that he needed the Big Apple. It was where he could function properly and breathe. While London was amazing for visiting, Kurt could never, ever live there. The problem was that he couldn’t get Blaine to leave.

It was a mess of yelling and crying when it happened.

Blaine asked Kurt to move to London. Kurt wasn’t surprised. Blaine had been hinting at it since his semester started. But when Blaine asked it straight out at the end of the term, Kurt wasn’t happy. Blaine knew perfectly well that Kurt already had a life being built in New York. He had a nice apartment (one that Blaine was supposed to move into at the end of his semester in London), and a steady internship at a rising magazine. His future was bright in New York. He was designing more and more often, and it was starting to look like it was going somewhere. He couldn’t pick it all up and move across the Pacific Ocean. It was too much.