Kurtbastian: Try Me On

Part Three

"So a funny thing happened today." Kurt tried to start up a conversation with Rachel as she was hard at work dusting her coffee table. Kurt was seated comfortably on Rachel's sofa, his feet dangling off the right side of the couch while he reclined backwards, laying flat on his back, taking up multiple cushions.

"Oh? What's that?" Rachel asked, genuinely curious, but she was still engrossed in reverting her apartment to its normal pristine condition.

"I ran into Sebastian Smythe."

Rachel immediately set down her cloth, looking at Kurt, surprised. Kurt couldn't help but smirk at Rachel's reaction, as he had predicted it to the very last detail.

"The Warbler? The one who almost blinded poor Blaine our senior year?"

"The very same. Well, it was actually the second time this week. He came into Starbucks while I was there before work last Tuesday--"

"And you didn't tell me?!" Rachel interrupted, her previous cleaning completely forgotten. "Kurt, this is huge! You're supposed to tell me about these kind of things!"

"It wasn't a big deal at the time! Please, let me finish!" Kurt was flustered. He sat up straight from his lounging position to be able to tell this story. "Anyway. He was just talking, being a complete douche, as per normal, and he had mentioned seeing Blaine with his engagement ring and thought it was with me before I cracked and told him about the English kid."

"He has a name, you know." Rachel said calmly. Rachel had been seemingly siding with Blaine about the whole marriage thing ever since it happened, which irritated Kurt to no end.

"Yeah. The English kid." Kurt said, annoyed. "Anyway, that turned into this whole... thing. And then I just left for work."

"Woah, what do you mean "thing"?"

"Not important." Kurt dismissed with a wave of his hand. "So he came again today, same time, same place. He told me he had an epiphany and that he was hoping to run into me again."

"An epiphany? I'm not sure I like where this is headed."

"Shut up, Rachel." Kurt took a deep breath before continuing, speaking quickly as to get it all out in one go. "So he was saying how he had been thinking about everything and he said that Blaine must've started sleeping around when we broke up, even though that's definitely not true, and then he accused me of being an apart-from-Blaine-virgin and suggested I go to a bar with him and then find some one night stand to help me loosen up. I don't need to loosen up! I'm already loose! I'm not uptight!"

It was silent for a moment as Kurt gave Rachel a minute to take all of that in. He saw the wheels in her head turning, and then her skeptical expression as she gave Kurt a sweeping glance.

"Have you seen yourself, Kurt? Maybe he's right."

"What?" Kurt squeaked, clearly surprised by his best friend's comment.  

"Maybe he's right." Rachel explained again. There was a soothing tone in her voice, kind of like if you were explaining some foreign concept a toddler. "Maybe some random, nameless sex would be good for you. I know that this whole Blaine thing is really getting to you. You still love him."

"Of course I still love him. Which is why I think that this whole thing is such a bad idea!"

Rachel let out a short, huffy breath. "You have to stop and think, Kurt. Blaine is getting married. Married, to another man. He moved on. And you haven't."

"I loved Blaine. It's not just something I can just..." Kurt fought for the right word. "...undo."

"Blaine loved you. And he still does. But he met his soul mate. He's going to marry his soul mate. And I think it's high time you found yours."

"It's just that... I always thought it was Blaine..."

"You guys are destined for something. But now, I'm thinking it's more like a "Roxie and Velma"-esque legendary friendship type thing. You need to find your own soul mate. And I think this thing with Sebastian might be a great start."

"Eew," Kurt let out after a long pause. Rachel exhaled and sat down closer to Kurt. She rest her hand on his knee, rubbing small circles in the fabric of Kurt's jeans. She looked him in the eyes sincerely, and Kurt looked back, expectantly.

"Why don't you give Sebastian a call. Tell him you changed your mind and that you are up for whatever he had planned. It'll be good for you, Kurt. I promise."

xxx

Kurt fumbled through his messenger bag with a certain intent. He was searching for a slip of paper. A slip of paper that he had intended to toss into his bag and hopefully not see again. But here he was, looking desperately in his bag for the little receipt with Sebastian's number on it.

What the hell was he getting himself into?

He found it. To be perfectly honest, he was hoping it would somehow get lost completely. Or maybe something would spill on it, causing the numbers to become illegible. However, Kurt had no such luck.

At a snail's pace, Kurt pulled out the slip of paper and placed it on his kitchen counter, flattening it out repeatedly. He let a second pass staring at the receipt, the seven digits messily scrawled on the back staring at him directly. He turned away quick and took out his iPhone. As slow as he could manage, Kurt unlocked his phone and opened up the keypad. He swiveled on his heel to look back at the numbers, typing them in one by one.

Kurt didn't want to press call. But he had to admit, Rachel had several good points. Not like he was actually going to try anything with anybody, of course. Kurt just really wanted to prove a point to Rachel. Kurt was fun. He could go out drinking with people. People that weren't Blaine. Kurt could do that.

So her pressed call.

And immediately regretted it.

"I knew you'd call," Sebastian said, in lieu of a "hello", or "hey", or any other proper greeting. "They always do."

"Shut up." Kurt snapped, not wanting to deal with Sebastian any more than necessary. "Listen, I'll go to your stupid karaoke bar thing or whatever. But just this once, because Rachel is threatening to burn my closet down to the ground if I don't loosen up a little bit."

"Knew you were a virgin."

"I'm not-" Kurt began, before Sebastian cut him off.

"So can you drag your own ass there or do I have to pick you up?"

"I can transport myself in my own city, thank you very much." Kurt sneered into the receiver. "Provided, of course, that you tell me where the hell we're going."

"Well, shit. That would ruin the surprise." Kurt could clearly hear the cocky smirk in Sebastian's voice. "Listen, how 'bout I arrange to have a taxi pick you up. Bring you to the place, and you can take a taxi home."

"Why the hell can't you just tell me?" Kurt exclaimed, pacing his miniscule kitchen just a little bit faster. "I deserve to know where we are going. At the very, very least."

"Well, I guess you're just fresh outta luck, Princess," Sebastian replied, as smooth as ever. Kurt's stomach knotted up with emotion, but with what emotion, he couldn't tell you.

"Don't call me that."

Sebastian ignored this comment completely. "How about nine?"

Kurt used his free hand that wasn't holding his cell phone to lean against his counter. He closed his eyes as he slowly exhaled. He didn't know what he was hoping to accomplish by this. Maybe gain some composure before talking to Sebastian...

"You don't even know where I live." Kurt let out after a few breaths. Kurt was irritated, to say the least, when Sebastian let out a cool chuckle in response.

"You're underestimating me, Hummel. Of course I know where you live. I have my sources."

"Sources?" Kurt coughed, standing up straighter. "What sources?"

"Be ready at nine. The taxi won't wait for you. Oh, and make sure you wear some boy clothes, this time."

Before Kurt could reply with some snarky comment about his wardrobe, the line went dead.