Kurtbastian: Try Me On

Part Two

A/N: This one is worse in rating than the last part. They'll basically increase in intensity as this story goes on. Full blown smut in a few parts, is my guess. *le sigh*

Part Two

Kurt definitely did not have any intention of meeting up with Sebastian again. In Kurt's mind, he was still the sleazy Warbler with the smirky little meerkat face, trying to weasel Blaine away from him. Just now, you can subtract the Warbler part, and also the Blaine part completely out of the equation, and you're left with just one regular idiot. Kurt would have been happy to have never seen him again in his lifetime.

Not surprisingly, with us knowing how this story plays out, this wasn't the case.

It was another Tuesday morning when they encountered each other next. Exactly a week later, before work, Kurt stopped by the same Starbuck's on West 42nd Street, sat at the same exact table with the same exact order (medium iced mocha latte, skim milk, extra whipped cream. He had dropped the grande nonfat mocha after everything with Blaine). Just like before, Sebastian wandered into the coffee shop, the bell at the door startling Kurt, making his head whip up from his sketchbook, and once again, the sight of him made Kurt almost do a spit take. You would expect that now Kurt had seen him in New York on one occasion that he would be less surprised, but it actually wasn't the case. If anything, Kurt was more surprised that Sebastian was still in New York, and still came to the same coffee shop exactly a week after the first time.

"Didn't expect to see you here again, Princess." Sebastian smirked as he sat across from Kurt yet again. Kurt tried to make himself look busy, caught up in his sketches. He replied, casually, not looking up.

"Right back at you, Bas."

Sebastian's face turned up in a disgusted sneer at the nickname. "Ugh, don't call me that."

"Then don't call me Princess." Kurt offered back without missing a beat.

"So is this like... The Lima Loser Hangout? The Lima Bean take two or something? You do know that the coffee isn't even that good here, right?"

Kurt exhaled loudly. He did know this. The coffee sucked, but he didn't have much of a choice. "It's close to where I need to be, and it has a sufficient amount caffeine. I honestly can't ask for much more."

"Whatever."

"If that's how you feel about this place, then why the hell are you even here?" Kurt pointed out, beginning to get a bit irritated.

"I had a ground breaking epiphany and I was hoping to run into you."

"Oh?" Kurt set down his pencil as he suddenly became interested. "What sort of epiphany?"

"So I was thinking about what you told me about you and Blaine... And I didn't quite get why you two broke up. I mean I got what you said about Blaine getting attached to London and shit, and it makes sense that he slept around after you guys broke up, but then that left you..."

Of course, Kurt felt obligated to defend Blaine. He always did. "He didn't sleep around. He fell in love with another guy, just one."

"Doesn't matter. This is about you. So I was thinking about it and you and stuff, and then it hit me. Why you're in New York all by your lonesome, sitting alone in a coffee shop with a book full of girl clothes drawings..."

Kurt pretended to look amused as he replied. "Enlighten me."

"After Blaine left, you haven't touched a single ass. You're basically a virgin."

If Kurt was still drinking his coffee at that moment, Sebastian would have been wearing it. He definitely was not expecting that. "I'm not a-"

"Apart from Blaine." Sebastian rolled his eyes, and Kurt jumped into fight mode, yet Sebastian was unrelenting.

"Well, I'm not just going to jump into another relationship after everything with Blaine-"

"This isn't about a relationship. You're so uptight and wound up. Like, it pains me to be near you at points. It's like you can't even function properly without your little gay twin. So I came to the conclusion that you just need a good fuck, or something."

"What, and you're volunteering?" Kurt raised his eyebrow with a look of disgust.

"Ugh, hell no. Not if my life depended on it. But I'm willing to help you make it happen, as much as it pains me to admit it. Being near you is suffocating."

"Here's an idea. Stay away from me."

"You know what I mean." Sebastian groaned. "Listen, I'm doing you a favor here. Just let me help you get laid. Be at least a little appreciative towards my efforts."

"That's disgusting. I'm definitely good. I'm doing fine, I don't need--"

"How 'bout you come drinking with me. It's karaoke night down at a nice bar I know. You can get some booze in you and loosen up. We'll find you a nice ass and you can go home with him and you can creep out by sunrise. It'll feel great, I promise."

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"Well. I have a feeling you might change your mind, so..." Sebastian reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled receipt, and snatched the pen from where it sat on top of Kurt's sketchbooks. He ignored Kurt's dirty glares as he quickly scribbled a series of numbers onto the receipt, before handing both the pen and the paper back to Kurt. "Here's my number."

"I promise I won't call it." Kurt said, snatching his pen back, as well as the slip of paper.

"I wouldn't be too sure, Princess." Sebastian smirked as he stood up and left Kurt alone at his table.

Kurt groaned audibly when he saw that the receipt had been for a package of condoms.