A/N: I know what you're thinking - does she really need another WIP? She's already got like a million to finish.
Well guess what? None of them are Smythofsky, so yeah.
These two are seriously my new OTP. I've given them a lot of thought, so I hope you enjoy this.
This first chapter (even though it contains dialogue from the last episode) is set before Klaine meet Sebastian.
Okay, now that we're all on the same page - enjoy!
Sebastian didn't normally drink until he couldn't remember his name. There had been a few occasions, but on the whole he knew his limits. He usually only allowed himself to get buzzed enough to loosen up and have a good time. Throwing up at five in the morning had never really seemed like an example of that to him.
Tonight, however, was different. Tonight was about forgetting everything - from his name to his fucked up situation. Tonight he didn't want to have anything to do with his life.
He had chosen Scandals as his watering-hole of choice; mainly because it was seedy enough that his prep-school-pushing family wouldn't come looking for him, but also because a gay bar seemed to be a logical hang-out for a gay guy who became heavily promiscuous under the influence.
Sebastian's first couple of drinks went down so quickly that he felt a slight buzz from the sheer speed at which he had drank them. Normally, the slight tingle he felt would be the warning that he was approaching his limit (which was normally a lot higher). Tonight, however, it served as a reminder that he still had a long way to go before he could feel numb.
It was halfway through his fourth drink that he realised that he had to do something about the background music. The thing about Scandals being the only gay bar in homophobic Lima was that gay men of any and every age came there to find escape and (occasionally) romance. As a result, the average playlist for an evening was a horrible garble of '70s and '80s tracks. Sebastian could almost guarantee that "YMCA" would play at least three times in an evening and there was only so much Village People a guy could take.
Bearing this in mind, and determined to educate the patrons of Scandals on what real music was, he made his way over to the jukebox in the corner, desperately praying to find a song that wasn't older than he was. He had just found the perfect track when someone approached him slowly from behind.
"So how do you get a guy to like you?" asked the unmistakeable voice of Dave Karofsky. Sebastian's stomach did a small back-flip as he turned to briefly glance at him. He would never admit it, but Sebastian liked him. They had spoken a few times, being the only people their age at Scandals, and every single time, Sebastian found himself more and more attracted to him. Dave had a kind of nervousness about him - like he wasn't used to just being himself - which Sebastian found absolutely adorable.
He wanted more than anything now to just sit down and talk to him about football and his new public school, but he couldn't. He didn't want any kind of relational complications tonight – it led to thinking and thinking was bad when you were trying to forget.
Hating himself for what he was about to do, Sebastian turned back to the jukebox.
"You? Get a guy? Please," he said, with a smirk on his face that he didn't mean.
"Why? What's wrong with me?" said Dave, immediately recoiling. Sebastian felt a pang in his stomach at the tone of his voice, but steeled himself. If he was going to do this, he may as well do it properly.
"Firstly, you're about a hundred pounds overweight," he said, as he checked which number to press for the song he wanted. "Quit waxing your eyebrows – you look like Liberace."
He straightened up and placed a condescending hand on Dave's shoulder.
"In fact, just stay in the closet, buddy," he said with one final smirk before heading to bar to try and erase the last two minutes of his life, leaving behind a dazed and hurt Dave.
A while later and after a few more drinks, Sebastian felt the overwhelming need to dance. Of course, he couldn't just dance with anyone. They had to be at least relatively good-looking and more or less his own age. He just couldn't feel comfortable dancing with a forty-year-old balding guy.
As he scanned the bar, there was only one guy who met his standards and he actually looked drunk enough to take him up on his offer.
He made his way over to the other side of the bar counter where Dave was sitting, picking at the label of his beer with his thumb.
"Hey you," said Sebastian in a flirty voice, sitting down on the bar stool next to him as gracefully as he could given the amount of alcohol in his system.
"What do you want, Sebastian?" asked Dave, annoyed. Sebastian supposed it was understandable, given what he had said to him earlier. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember why he had even been such a douche to him in the first place. Sebastian shook his head as if trying to clear the thoughts away, and looked up at Dave who was still staring at him expectantly.
"You," replied Sebastian darkly. "You to dance with me."
"You sure I'm not too fat for you? I don't want to smother you on the dance floor or anything like that," said Dave, angrily setting his drink down on the table.
"Look, I'm sorry about what I said before. I say stuff without thinking because I'm scared of letting myself feel anything," said Sebastian, taking Dave's hand. "I really do want to dance with you though."
Dave frowned at him for a few moments, as if he was trying to work out if he could trust him or not and Sebastian tried to look as genuine as possible. He wasn't sure if it was just the alcohol or if he was just being honest for the first time in a long time, but he really wanted Dave to believe him.
"You're going to have to teach me how," said Dave with a shy smile and Sebastian grinned. Still clutching Dave's hand, he led him to the dance floor.
"It's really easy," said Sebastian with a smirk. "You just... move."
He gyrated his hips in time to the music, knowing that that was something he could definitely do and found to his delight that Dave's eyes were fixed firmly on them as he swayed.
"Now you try," said Sebastian, laughing at the expression on Dave's face when he stopped to watch him. Dave's expression quickly turned to panic as he realised what Sebastian had just said.
"Seb, I..." he said staring at him with a horrified expression.
"Just try," said Sebastian with a smile. "In any case, even if you do look like a dumbass, we're so drunk that we won't even remember it tomorrow."
With a self-conscious smile, Dave began to move his hips... disastrously. He looked like someone who was trying to hula-hoop but couldn't.
"Okay, let me help you out," said Sebastian with a chuckle, moving around Dave so that he was standing behind him. He slowly placed his hands on Dave's hips, his hands locking into position, pulling Dave closer so that there was very little space between them. Sebastian thought he might have heard a small whimper escape from Dave, but it was so loud on the dance floor that he couldn't really be sure.
"Now," he whispered straight into Dave's ear, "I'm going to move and you just follow the movement, okay?"
"Okay," Dave choked out. Sebastian smirked and slowly began moving his hips, realising moments too late that this was probably a mistake. Dave, now that he had some guidance, was moving his hips perfectly and the sudden friction caused Sebastian to audibly gasp. Dave stopped and turned around embarrassed.
"Sorry, Seb," he murmured, "I know I suck, but I am trying."
"Shut up," said Sebastian, leaning down to capture Dave's lips in a deep, needy kiss. Dave made a small noise of surprise before parting his lips, allowing Sebastian entrance. The kiss was clumsy because of the alcohol – with too much tongue and too much teeth – but fuck if this wasn't the most amazing thing Sebastian had ever experienced. He wound his arms around Dave's hips, pulling him closer and closing the small space between their bodies. For the first time in a long time, Sebastian forgot everything – even the things the alcohol didn't reach. All that mattered was the feel of Dave against him, the unfamiliar scent of him, the taste of him. Sebastian couldn't care less about the rest of the world, as long as he could stay in this moment forever.
And all too soon, Dave was pulling away with a horrified look on his face. Sebastian's stomach clenched nervously.
"What? Was it something I did?" he asked with wide eyes.
"This... this isn't me," said Dave, his eyes wide as he backed away from Sebastian. "You were just insulting me like, not even an hour ago and now I'm suddenly making out with you in the middle of the dance floor at some skeezy bar?"
"Dave, don't..." said Sebastian, reaching out to place a hand softly on Dave's shoulder, but he shrugged him off.
"No," said Dave. "It's like you said – we won't even remember it in the morning."
"Dave..." Sebastian repeated hopelessly as Dave turned on his heel and walked out of the bar. He suspected the alcohol had a lot to do with the angry tears stinging his eyes, but then again he was rarely this drunk, so he couldn't be sure.
However, hammered as he was, he was sober enough to know that he would probably never experience anything like that again.
Dave was the only person who had ever made him want to apologize.
A/N: Okay, let me know what you think as the story progresses. I really enjoy writing them. Especially Sebastian. He's such a dick.
I'll update soon! :)