It's Hard To Be The One Who Stays [Kurtbastian]

Familiar Revelations (Jan, 2011)

From sketchy sources that Kurt still does not know about, Sebastian produces a fake ID for Kurt and the rest of the Warblers, and convinces even the straight boys to come with him to Scandals because "It's been so boring lately you'd think it was a straight club."

It's—a lot less glamorous than Kurt expected. Of course, his only exposure to gay clubs is from Queer as Folk, but it's grimy, the lights are tacky, and the men far less attractive than he expected.

But then some guy walks by in a very tight shirt—which isn't remarkable in and of itself, one of the perks of being with the Warblers is the costume changes— But when Kurt can't help but follow him with his eyes, the guy looks back and flashes him a smile and a wink.

He feels himself getting a little hot in the leather jacket he saved for just this occasion.

Kurt can get used to that sort of reaction.

"Really, princess? I'm a little disappointed in your taste. You think having been around me for so long, you'd have higher standards," Sebastian's voice whispers out of nowhere, shockingly close to his ear. Kurt goes even redder, inexplicably, and his pants feel too tight.

Just a side-effect of being around all these gay men, he tells himself sternly.

"Where did the rest of them go?" he asks, rather than replying.

Sebastian straightens up and tilts his head over to the bar, where the guys are getting smashingly drunk and the men around them are looking like they've died and gone to hot men heaven. Hunter in particular is unabashedly grinding with one of the hottest guys Kurt's seen at the club.

"Is he bi?" Kurt asks.

Not that he'd ever touch Hunter with a ten-foot pole. He's objective good-looking, but there's something smarmy and malicious about him. It's far more disconcerting than Sebastian's occasional viciousness, which Kurt on pain of wearing Old Navy clothes will admit he feels a certain kinship towards.

"No." There's a note of regret in Sebastian's voice. "Devoid of any and all bi-curious tendencies. Trust me, I tried."

Kurt looks sideways at Sebastian. He knows Sebastian and Hunter have arguably one of the closer friendships among the Warblers. He tells himself he's just curious because it would be hilarious if the king of one-night stands were secretly pining all this time.

"I've always wanted to fuck a soldier—or an ex-soldier-in-training, I suppose, if you want to get technical," Sebastian continues.

And before Kurt processes that, Sebastian's gone and downed a vodka shot stolen from David (the poor guy was just holding it in his lap while staring around Scandals in bemusement) and moved out onto the dance floor.

In the blink of an eye, he's sandwiched between two guys and grabbing them both close. Of course, both the guys are the hotter specimens Scandals has to offer.

Kurt rolls his eyes and goes to the bar himself. He's not a big drinker, alcohol cuts from his fashion fund, but he feels like he'll need a drink tonight.

By the time an hour or two has passed, Kurt is comfortably loosened up. He's been exchanging the usual banter with the Warblers. Once or twice a guy had come up to him and Kurt, unable to stop himself from beaming at them all and shooting a look of triumph over at Sebastian, had taken his turn around the dance floor with whoever had asked. But no one seemed to be able to hold onto his attention, and it usually didn't take more than a dance or two before he was wandering back to the bar.

He certainly hasn't been the social butterfly Sebastian has been tonight.

Sebastian is undoubtedly in his element. He's been flitting from men to men in between "re-hydrating sessions" every thirty or so minutes, ducking once at some point into the bathroom for activities that Kurt doesn't really want to think about, because, ugh, germs.