This was a mistake, Kurt thought for the billionth time today. He had texted that into his group chat with Santana and Rachel and gotten two very different, yet equally unhelpful replies:
duh.
it will be fine ⭐
At least his two roommates were consistent. He had also texted Mercedes, but she hadn't looked at her phone yet. He had been about to text literally anyone else, even Finn, when he had gotten distracted by finishing up his menu, since the baby arugula salad wouldn't spritz itself with lemon, he had mushrooms to stuff, asparagus to wrap and make sure that the salmon would not be over-marinated by the time he put the foil packages into the oven. When Kurt Hummel hosted a party, he went all out. Even if said party was just him and his ex watching queer movies alone in the loft.
He was sending some very mixed signals, he knew that. However, as long as he was focused on the food, it was fine. Just fine.
But then he stood in front of his mirror and realised that he had no idea what to wear. That did not often happen to him. He didn't want to look too unsexy, because he knew that Blaine would look to die for, as always, and there was a risk that Blaine was seeing someone and in that case he could not risk looking anything other than fabulous. However, if he dressed up too much then it would send the wrong signals again. It was a difficult challenge too, because as well as he knew Blaine, he did not know every single potential trigger. For example he had only learned recently that Blaine was immensely attracted to him wearing scarfs. Neckties. Anything neck-adjacent, it would seem. Not too surprising, given how much necks were an erogenous zone for Blaine. Blaine also associated a lot of memories with various pieces of clothing so he could not wear anything he had ever worn around him before.
As Kurt stood there, weighing his options, currently only wearing a pair of pants he was, frankly so-so on, he looked at the clock. All right, he still had over an hour before Blaine came. He could do this.
Sebastian wasn't really thrilled about what he was going to do, he had his pride and his desire to not be near that little chipmunk but he was out on his ass in New York, it was fucking freezing and he had no idea where he was going or what he was doing.
And, to make this all so much worse, some jerkface stole his wallet so hotels were not possible until the stupid bank opened and he could get himself a new card.
So here he was, hoping he could gamble on Kurt having a fucking heart. He seemed ... nice? Whatever that was. Maybe he could use that to his advantage or he'd be sleeping rough tonight. He hadn't seen Kurt since Regionals but he was pretty sure he could force his way in, if he really had to. But that was plan C.
Plan A and B were nicer. Gentle. Hopefully the idiot would notice that.
So he knocked the door and waited, foot forward, ready to fly out and block Kurt from slamming the door in his face right away.
Since when was Blaine early? Blaine was never early. In fact, he tended to reliably run late, if anything. It had driven Kurt crazy when they'd been dating, especially when they were supposed to go somewhere together and Blaine somehow needed half an hour longer to get ready than he'd said and then he'd still have to go back for his phone and end up forgetting his keys.
Kurt was already in the living room/foyer/entrance area (they were very open plan) by the time he remembered he was still shirtless. So he grabbed one of Rachel's comforters from the couch and slung it around himself like a parka. It was soft, he could admit that. He opened the door, got partially tangled in his blanket parka and could therefore not react any faster when he recognised and processed who it was.
"Are you getting laid? Nice one." Sebastian took advantage of tangle Kurt and his strange situation to push the door wide open now he had an in and slip inside before anything could stop him. He had his backpack and that was about it - yeah, this was not well thought through. It was impulse. It was romantic. Love made you crazy.
"I was just visiting the city, wanted to look you up. You're with Blaine, right? Is he here?" He was always a softer touch than Kurt so maybe that could be played to his advantage. He assumed the two had been boning, given the state of Kurt.
"Blaine's not here. He's coming in an hour or so." And that was not information he had meant to volunteer for so many reasons, yet somehow the impulse to correct Sebastian had outweighed any further logic. Even if that might now make Sebastian assume that he as getting laid with someone else and potentially cheating on Blaine or whatever other gay drama was about to be born from this.
Kurt tightened the blanket around himself, feeling very vulnerable given he could barely use his hands without risking exposure. Damn. "You have to leave! What's wrong with you? We are not friends."
And, frankly, he felt even their friends tended to take their loft being a free hotel a bit too much for granted.
"No, we're not friends. I've come to appeal to your -- okay, hang on, I'll appeal in a moment. Is someone here?" Sebastian was curious. If he wasn't shirtless for Blaine, who was he shirtless for. He peered around and then looked back at Kurt. "Or do you always open the door half dressed? Maybe it's just special for Blaine. Sorry I ruined it."
He held his hands up apologetically. See, nice. He could do that.
"Look, man, someone took my wallet and I'm stuck here right now with no idea where to go. Give me a break." He shrugged, throwing his arms out. He was the one suffering here, not Kurt. "I'm on a mission and I didn't even want to come here ... I hate New York." It smelled bad, it was loud and everyone was creepy.
"That's just-- no!" Kurt stared at him, blinking as he tried to actually consider this. Consider this from all angles.
The obvious one was that he did not trust Sebastian. On the other hand, apparently Sebastian wasn't even aware that him and Blaine were not together. On the other, other hand - a lot of hands involved here - he could not imagine that anything would ever happen between him and Blaine while Sebastian was essentially running interference for free with his entire off-putting personality.
And, well. He supposed he couldn't kick the guy out. It was freezing today.
So, finally, he gave a nod, dramatically shed the comforter - and placed it back on the couch - then headed back to his mirror, snapping his fingers to beckon Sebastian along. "Come on then. I'm picking out an outfit. We can see whether you have the queer eye."
Yes, no chance in hell that Blaine would make a move with Sebastian here.
Kurt was pretty hot these days. That was confusing. He wasn't sure how to even process that but he had arms that weren't anywhere near as tiny as expected and a pretty nice looking chest too. Sebastian checked him out for a moment and if his heart didn't belong to another, he might have tried to hit that.
"Thanks. Once I get my stupid card back, I'll be gone." He dropped his bag onto the floor and followed Kurt to the mirror. Huh. Kurt had a pretty good ass too. Weird.
"So what are we dressing up for? Slam poetry? Off-Off-Off-Off Broadway? Hot date with the Blainster?" Honestly, could have been any of those.
"No, we just have a movie night planned. You can join, I suppose." Kurt made sure to say it very apropos, so that Sebastian wouldn't think he actually wanted him there. He assumed that was the key to getting him to stay close. "I always make too much food, so you can have some. Do you like salmon? The fish, not the color."
He held some of the outfits he had previously discounted up to himself and tried to judge them with fresh eyes. Fresh, non-threatened eyes. With Sebastian there, he assumed he could even actually wear leather shorts like Blaine seemed to fantasise over and he would still be safe. Not that he owned those, but still.
It was a bit of a whirlwind of hasty, life-changing decisions and events, but that was nothing unusual for Jesse. It was mostly how he'd lived his whole life so far, somehow it tended to fall into place sooner or later.
He'd handed in his resignation at Dalton and gotten right onto a flight. He had hit up any contact he had and gotten a job as a production assistant on Funny Girl. Now it was all just a matter of time until his and Rachel Berry's paths would inevitably cross again and he could work on winning her over, winning her back. She was meant to be Jesse's girl, he knew that. He may have blown his chance before but he was not going to let her get away.
He was crashing with friends from Vocal Adrenaline and he was trying not to think more than necessary. Luckily, that was his default state anyway. He didn't want to think of what a mess he had left behind. He had his eyes on the prize, he was headed for a glorious future.
Right now he was just headed out of the theatre to go somewhere to grab lunch, but whatever. He was certain it would be fabulous anyway. Once he was with Rachel Berry, the confusion would be dealt with, everything would straighten out and he'd be a winner once more. His way to his own success was to help Rachel achieve hers. It all made sense that way.
"Hey, straight boy, your shirt is super gay today." Sebastian called out and yes, he had been waiting, he knew where Jesse would be. He ran right back to Rachel. He always talked about Rachel. He assumed she was his soulmate but Sebastian didn't buy it - Rachel was a cover, an ideal, something that reminded him of being a young star.
He'd seen videos of their old performances, they barely had chemistry!
"What, did you think you could just run away?" Sebastian asked as he steadfast followed Jesse because the asshole wasn't stopping for him. So he kept on going, he was not stopping and he was not leaving. "You can run from gay thoughts."
"Yes, I can," Jesse mumbled, because he was of the opinion that he could run from any thoughts, no matter their sexual orientation or gender identity, for that matter. He was manly, straight and thoughtless in all the ways, although currently unsettled by Sebastian's presence here. Sebastian's presence here, wearing his Dalton uniform. That was unsettling. He kept walking, but he did send an uneasy glance his way.
All right, seemed as if he was dealing with a stalker. Obviously he had had that before, as the star of Vocal Adrenaline. Following him across state lines though, that was a scary amount of dedication.
"So are we going to talk about it? Cause I want to talk about it. We got on real well, singing and dancing all fine, and then we kissed. You kissed me. Not me kissing you. And then you're gone. And don't lie and tell me it was 'showmance'." It wasn't. He had dreamt of Jesse kissing him and he had flirted hard but he never thought singing would be the thing to get it out of him. And yeah, he'd kissed back, he'd made a move too but he didn't run away.
So why the hell did Jesse? "Normal people just tell you they're not interested. You ran away. Why did you run away if it meant nothing, huh?" It didn't make any sense.
"It didn't mean nothing," Jesse admitted, since apparently Sebastian didn't take the hint and also Sebastian had long legs that were keeping up all too easily. So he stopped, hoping he could deal with that as succinctly as possible. Hardly the first heart he'd broken. He had even broken Rachel Berry's heart before, he assumed he would not have to crack an egg to do it to Sebastian.
"It helped me realise what I really and truly need and want out of my life. So, thanks, Sebastian. It meant a lot. But it did not mean what you think it meant." He reached out and put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder, looking into his eyes. "It's just a schoolboy crush, darling. Get over it."
"Liar. If you meant that, you'd have just said it to me back in Westerville. But you didn't. You ran and -- and you can't deny the spark." Sebastian insisted as he looked at Jesse, not getting what the issue was. They were in fucking show choirs, for God sake, not exactly a straight industry. "You were into me. I know you are."
He kissed him and their was so much there. The way their fingers brush when they played piano together, their talks, the fucking chemistry. "I'm not letting you leave until you admit to me that it meant something. I'm not some kid, I know what we had." And he knew it was real or why else would he feel like this?
"As a performer, especially as a lead, it's a requirement to create chemistry. I'm an actor. It's what I do." The very same thing that had made it so easy to seduce Rachel Berry, before he caught feelings. With Sebastian... Of course there was a difference. He was straight, he knew that. "Giving you feeling was the best way to coax an amazing performance out of you. Take my advice. Harness all you are feeling and you'll ace the competition."
That was the best thing about emotions, after all, they truly improved performance. "You have talent, Sebastian, and I've found a way to make you shine. You will thank me one day."
It wasn't a lie. He knew it. He wasn't an idiot - was he? No, it didn't make any sense. Just for the contest? He didn't care about the dumb contest. And neither did Jesse or they'd still be in Westerville, practising for regionals. He moved forward and gripped one side of Jesse's leather jacket. "Stop talking shit. You weren't playing. It's all pointless if you were, it makes no sense! Just admit it!"
Sebastian's voice was getting loud, he was getting worked up and he knew that wasn't going to help but he wasn't sure how else to handle it. "You-- you looked like you were going to cry. After you kissed me. I get it, I've seen that look, I know it. I've felt it. It's always a lot at first. You like me! Just say it!"
He's my coach, we met like four months ago and he's a former show choir star. He wants to be a star, he loves acting and he hides behind it so he doesn't have to face his real acts and feelings. He's kind of dumb but in a very sexy way. And he's super hot.
I have to get to him. It has to be big emotions, he feeds off them and he's like a kid who wants a toy. He prefers it when someone else has it.
I could pull anyone at a party, sure, but it has to be someone older, like him, and a good singer and dancer.
Blaine has talked to me about you and I've seen a few performance clips. You're not bad yourself, darling.
First of all though, how old are you?
My therapist insists I clear some things up first to avoid any morality issues. On the other hand, he's sleeping with me, so I'm not sure his ethics are sound...
Clinically diagnosed with histrionics so I can't help but make people adore me, love me, hate me and cheat on them. It's the burden I have to bear.
Your story is so romantic though. All right, if you want to make him jealous, do we need a backstory or are we just meeting there for the first time? What do you think? Let's storyboard.
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duh.
it will be fine ⭐
At least his two roommates were consistent. He had also texted Mercedes, but she hadn't looked at her phone yet. He had been about to text literally anyone else, even Finn, when he had gotten distracted by finishing up his menu, since the baby arugula salad wouldn't spritz itself with lemon, he had mushrooms to stuff, asparagus to wrap and make sure that the salmon would not be over-marinated by the time he put the foil packages into the oven. When Kurt Hummel hosted a party, he went all out. Even if said party was just him and his ex watching queer movies alone in the loft.
He was sending some very mixed signals, he knew that. However, as long as he was focused on the food, it was fine. Just fine.
But then he stood in front of his mirror and realised that he had no idea what to wear. That did not often happen to him. He didn't want to look too unsexy, because he knew that Blaine would look to die for, as always, and there was a risk that Blaine was seeing someone and in that case he could not risk looking anything other than fabulous. However, if he dressed up too much then it would send the wrong signals again. It was a difficult challenge too, because as well as he knew Blaine, he did not know every single potential trigger. For example he had only learned recently that Blaine was immensely attracted to him wearing scarfs. Neckties. Anything neck-adjacent, it would seem. Not too surprising, given how much necks were an erogenous zone for Blaine. Blaine also associated a lot of memories with various pieces of clothing so he could not wear anything he had ever worn around him before.
As Kurt stood there, weighing his options, currently only wearing a pair of pants he was, frankly so-so on, he looked at the clock. All right, he still had over an hour before Blaine came. He could do this.
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And, to make this all so much worse, some jerkface stole his wallet so hotels were not possible until the stupid bank opened and he could get himself a new card.
So here he was, hoping he could gamble on Kurt having a fucking heart. He seemed ... nice? Whatever that was. Maybe he could use that to his advantage or he'd be sleeping rough tonight. He hadn't seen Kurt since Regionals but he was pretty sure he could force his way in, if he really had to. But that was plan C.
Plan A and B were nicer. Gentle. Hopefully the idiot would notice that.
So he knocked the door and waited, foot forward, ready to fly out and block Kurt from slamming the door in his face right away.
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Kurt was already in the living room/foyer/entrance area (they were very open plan) by the time he remembered he was still shirtless. So he grabbed one of Rachel's comforters from the couch and slung it around himself like a parka. It was soft, he could admit that. He opened the door, got partially tangled in his blanket parka and could therefore not react any faster when he recognised and processed who it was.
"Sebastian?! What are you doing here?!"
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"I was just visiting the city, wanted to look you up. You're with Blaine, right? Is he here?" He was always a softer touch than Kurt so maybe that could be played to his advantage. He assumed the two had been boning, given the state of Kurt.
"We gotta talk."
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Kurt tightened the blanket around himself, feeling very vulnerable given he could barely use his hands without risking exposure. Damn. "You have to leave! What's wrong with you? We are not friends."
And, frankly, he felt even their friends tended to take their loft being a free hotel a bit too much for granted.
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He held his hands up apologetically. See, nice. He could do that.
"Look, man, someone took my wallet and I'm stuck here right now with no idea where to go. Give me a break." He shrugged, throwing his arms out. He was the one suffering here, not Kurt. "I'm on a mission and I didn't even want to come here ... I hate New York." It smelled bad, it was loud and everyone was creepy.
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The obvious one was that he did not trust Sebastian. On the other hand, apparently Sebastian wasn't even aware that him and Blaine were not together. On the other, other hand - a lot of hands involved here - he could not imagine that anything would ever happen between him and Blaine while Sebastian was essentially running interference for free with his entire off-putting personality.
And, well. He supposed he couldn't kick the guy out. It was freezing today.
So, finally, he gave a nod, dramatically shed the comforter - and placed it back on the couch - then headed back to his mirror, snapping his fingers to beckon Sebastian along. "Come on then. I'm picking out an outfit. We can see whether you have the queer eye."
Yes, no chance in hell that Blaine would make a move with Sebastian here.
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"Thanks. Once I get my stupid card back, I'll be gone." He dropped his bag onto the floor and followed Kurt to the mirror. Huh. Kurt had a pretty good ass too. Weird.
"So what are we dressing up for? Slam poetry? Off-Off-Off-Off Broadway? Hot date with the Blainster?" Honestly, could have been any of those.
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He held some of the outfits he had previously discounted up to himself and tried to judge them with fresh eyes. Fresh, non-threatened eyes. With Sebastian there, he assumed he could even actually wear leather shorts like Blaine seemed to fantasise over and he would still be safe. Not that he owned those, but still.
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He'd handed in his resignation at Dalton and gotten right onto a flight. He had hit up any contact he had and gotten a job as a production assistant on Funny Girl. Now it was all just a matter of time until his and Rachel Berry's paths would inevitably cross again and he could work on winning her over, winning her back. She was meant to be Jesse's girl, he knew that. He may have blown his chance before but he was not going to let her get away.
He was crashing with friends from Vocal Adrenaline and he was trying not to think more than necessary. Luckily, that was his default state anyway. He didn't want to think of what a mess he had left behind. He had his eyes on the prize, he was headed for a glorious future.
Right now he was just headed out of the theatre to go somewhere to grab lunch, but whatever. He was certain it would be fabulous anyway. Once he was with Rachel Berry, the confusion would be dealt with, everything would straighten out and he'd be a winner once more. His way to his own success was to help Rachel achieve hers. It all made sense that way.
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He'd seen videos of their old performances, they barely had chemistry!
"What, did you think you could just run away?" Sebastian asked as he steadfast followed Jesse because the asshole wasn't stopping for him. So he kept on going, he was not stopping and he was not leaving. "You can run from gay thoughts."
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All right, seemed as if he was dealing with a stalker. Obviously he had had that before, as the star of Vocal Adrenaline. Following him across state lines though, that was a scary amount of dedication.
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So why the hell did Jesse? "Normal people just tell you they're not interested. You ran away. Why did you run away if it meant nothing, huh?" It didn't make any sense.
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"It helped me realise what I really and truly need and want out of my life. So, thanks, Sebastian. It meant a lot. But it did not mean what you think it meant." He reached out and put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder, looking into his eyes. "It's just a schoolboy crush, darling. Get over it."
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He kissed him and their was so much there. The way their fingers brush when they played piano together, their talks, the fucking chemistry. "I'm not letting you leave until you admit to me that it meant something. I'm not some kid, I know what we had." And he knew it was real or why else would he feel like this?
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That was the best thing about emotions, after all, they truly improved performance. "You have talent, Sebastian, and I've found a way to make you shine. You will thank me one day."
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Sebastian's voice was getting loud, he was getting worked up and he knew that wasn't going to help but he wasn't sure how else to handle it. "You-- you looked like you were going to cry. After you kissed me. I get it, I've seen that look, I know it. I've felt it. It's always a lot at first. You like me! Just say it!"
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Is this Edward Nygma?
Blaine might have told you about me.
I'm Sebastian.
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been there, so no hard feelings, mine led to more permanent disfigurement...
anyway, nice to hear from you, I'm a fan ;)
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I don't know what Blaine told you but I could use your help.
It's an elaborate jealousy ploy and if you're dramatic enough and want to have some fun, I think you'll have a good time.
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I feel I'm always just dramatic enough, somehow people often disagree
but jealousy is my specialty, so give me the details on the target and what your aim is and I'm sure we can pull off a decent performance
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I have to get to him. It has to be big emotions, he feeds off them and he's like a kid who wants a toy. He prefers it when someone else has it.
I could pull anyone at a party, sure, but it has to be someone older, like him, and a good singer and dancer.
And dude, you're incredible.
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First of all though, how old are you?
My therapist insists I clear some things up first to avoid any morality issues. On the other hand, he's sleeping with me, so I'm not sure his ethics are sound...
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I'm 18, I'll be 19 soon. Like literally a month.
We don't have to do much.
Woah, that's weird. I usually want to do a lot with hot guys but I'm in love and it's super annoying.
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Your story is so romantic though. All right, if you want to make him jealous, do we need a backstory or are we just meeting there for the first time? What do you think? Let's storyboard.
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