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

The Pressure of Rich Boys (August, 2011)

A/N: Head's up that this is definitely mature, as we get so relationship momentum! (Don't read this in public, haha). Some alcoholic influence, but also extremely enthusiastic consent and respect. If you'd like to skip the explicit scene, stop reading at "This is the person he wants it with" and pick up again at "The room reeks of sex".

They're sprawled out on the grass, in the back lawn of Sebastian's house. Kurt's feeling pleasantly full, watching the way the light moves along the surface of the pool.

"These lights are awesome," he hears Hunter slur, and Kurt giggles. He's glad his choice was proven right. He'd pressured Sebastian to put them up ever since their last party here, when he had realized what a travesty it was that such a great entertaining space wasn't even properly equipped with the lighting for it.

"Yeah, well, thank Princess over there. Apparently he's actually quite handy around the house," Sebastian drawls. He chugs the rest of his solo cup, and when he upends it and a sad single drop fall onto the lush grass, pouts. His lower lip glistens in the dim light.

"I'm a mechanic's son," Kurt points out, smiling beatifically. "Unlike you."

Sebastian simultaneously scowls and winces, as if he can still feel the bruise he got from accidentally hammering himself. Kurt laughs at him.

He feels light as air. He knows that's partially because of the alcohol he's imbibed already, because tonight is one of the rare nights he's gotten permission from his dad to stay over (Not that his dad was very happy with it, especially after he heard the party this week was at Sebastian's house. Kurt has no idea what Sebastian's done to piss off his dad—although he supposes his general reputation and unpopularity among New Directions might be enough).

He also knows it's mostly because this summer has been the most perfect he's ever had. It makes tonight all the more bittersweet, because the night air is cool, and summer is undeniably winding down. There are only a couple more weeks before they head back to Dalton.

Today's party, at Sebastian's house, is the last.

Kurt doesn't know if he's ever been this happy, and he's afraid this height of happiness is something he can never climb back up to.

"Let's play truth or dare," Hunter says suddenly, picking up an empty vodka bottle from the ground.

Drunken hollers of agreement greet Hunter's proclamation.

Sebastian looks halfway between annoyed and indulgent, but he nudges Kurt with an elbow until he groggily sits up and joins the circle of boys on the flagstone patio, next to Sebastian.

"All right, person who spins poses the challenge or question. Person the bottle points to answers. Easy-peasy. If you don't get it, you're an idiot," Hunter says, as he places the empty bottle in the middle on the circle.

Kurt frowns.

"Wait, hold on, isn't this the set-up for 'spin the bottle'? The kissing game?"

Hunter points at Kurt—or tries to—he drunkenly tilts towards Sebastian instead. "What'd I say about idiots, man?" he says.

Wes rolls his eyes and tugs Hunter roughly down onto the flagstone and next to him in the circle. His ass makes a hard sound as it hits the flagstone, and Kurt giggles. He hopes it hurts tomorrow.

"I'll go first!" Nick says, reaching for the bottle and spinning it enthusiastically.

Sebastian's leaning over and whispering, "Have you never played this before?"