Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 13: Scandals

~It’s trouble…but that brings all the fun~

“I’m still not sure about this….”

Kurt fidgeted restlessly as he drove his car towards a familiar direction. Beside him, Sebastian rolled his eyes. He was dressed rather casually; his favorite green striped shirt and a pair of jeans. He even put on a pair of fake glasses for the extra effect, or so he put it. His posture was relaxed. He did not even look weird despite the heavy contrast of his sling.

Kurt had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that Sebastian looked very handsome.

Kurt, of course, did not look too bad himself. Although his ensemble was rather simple- a graphic tee, a dark blue double collar jacket, a pair of skinny jeans and sneakers- he was proud to say that he looked awesome in them. Even Sebastian raised an eyebrow, though it could have meant something else other than a compliment.

“God Kurt, if you didn’t want to go, you could have said so earlier,” Sebastian sighed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go…” Kurt hesitated. “It’s just that…the last time I was at Scandals, you spent the majority of the night dancing with my ex. Not exactly the best memory to keep,”

Sebastian smirked and leaned against his seat. “It’s not my fault you were so boring,”

“What about you, anyway?” Kurt asked. “Are you sure you’ll be alright going to a bar with a dislocated shoulder? How are you going to dance without fearing that someone might bump onto your injured shoulder?”

Sebastian rolled eyes. “Please…I’ve gone there once with a twisted ankle I got from lacrosse practice. It worked out fine albeit the no dancing part,”

“You went to a bar with a twisted ankle?” Kurt stared at him in disbelief.

Sebastian merely shrugged.

“You’re unbelievable,” Kurt muttered as he shook his head. Beside him, he heard a chuckle.

Kurt found himself smiling.

~*.*~

The pounding music was the thing that greeted the pair when they stepped inside the bar. It was packed as usual. Men were dancing and laughing; Kurt suspected that most of them were probably drunk. He scrunched up his nose in disgust as one guy, most likely no older than Kurt, staggered past them and bumping onto a wall before passing out on the floor. No one seemed to notice.

“I’m starting to regret this…” Kurt groaned. Sebastian laughed. “Oh come on, princess, lighten up,” he grinned and Kurt could not help but to return it hesitantly. “The party is only starting!”

Kurt let himself to be dragged to the refreshment bar and watched as Sebastian ordered two martinis. “Hm? I’m the designated driver, Sebastian. I thought I’m not supposed to get drunk,” Kurt raised an eyebrow, his tone heavy with sarcasm. He still remembered when Sebastian had suggested that he could not hold his liquor well. Granted, it was true, but it still wounded his ego nevertheless.

“No way,” Sebastian replied. “Tonight is about you forgetting your worries. And you can’t do that sober,”

“I’m not taking a taxi back home,” Kurt crossed his arms determinedly.

“Who says you are? I asked a friend to help drive us home,”

“And who might that be?” Kurt asked suspiciously.

Sebastian pointed to a certain direction and in the midst of the crowd, Kurt could see a familiar figure. His eyes widened when he realized it was none other than Dave Karofsky, leaning against the wall with a drink in one hand. Dave caught Kurt’s eyes and gave a small wave, smiling hesitantly. The latter returned it.