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Island Introductions || Kurtbastian

WHO: @smythebastian and @honoluluhummel WHAT: Aloha State Student Mixer WHERE: Somewhere on a beach on Oahu. NOTES: Kurt and Sebastian meet face to face for the first time. WARNINGS: None

The party on the beach was already in full swing by the time Kurt made it out. It was supposed to be a mixer for new and old students alike to get to know one another, but it looked like an all-out rager by the number of intoxicated, dancing young adults. There was a DJ up on a stage right there on the sand and everyone seemed to have a drink in their hands or some sort of snack.

Kurt felt a little out of place, even if he managed to look the role of a party-goer with his floral-print shorts that ended a couple inches above the knee along with a lightweight button-up. With his favorite pair of sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, he looked like he fit right in with all the other kids-- except that he was practically as pale as a ghost. Thank goodness for SPF 50.

“Hey, welcome to the student mixer,” someone greeted him when he first entered the area where students had to show their school ID to get in. At least Kurt felt safe knowing the party was somewhat regulated, though it was obvious just at a glance that students were bringing in alcoholic drinks from elsewhere.

Kurt made a beeline for the refreshments table, pouring himself a cup of lemonade as he mentally debated how long he needed to stay before he could just go back to his dorm room.

“Just the lemonade, huh?” Sebastian’s voice rang through the music as he approached Kurt. He recognized him from his photo on his student profile. “Somehow I’m not surprised,” he chuckled softly as he poured himself another cup, taking a flask out of his pocket to spike his own drink. He offered the flask to Kurt.

Kurt looked up at the man, it taking a moment for him to recognize who was speaking to him. He only knew him from photos so he was slightly taken aback. When offered the flask, Kurt hesitated. He immediately thought about how Sebastian had called him a ‘wet blanket’ for not wanting to have fun but he wasn’t the type to be peer pressured into anything. “No thanks,” he finally answered, holding his drink close to him as he shook his head. “I’m not looking to get sloppy tonight.” He took a sip of his plain lemonade before looking up at the man in front of him.

Sebastian was just a bit taller than him and Kurt quickly noted that he was dressed nicely even in casualwear. His fashion sense was pretty sharp and certainly met Kurt's relatively high standards. It was obvious the man was a catch. “I’m surprised you’re gracing me with your presence and not prowling the crowd for your next sexual conquest.”

“The night’s still young, and I’ve got my eye on a couple of people,” Sebastian said with a glint in his eye as he looked down at Kurt with a teasing smirk. “I’m surprised you even showed up at all; shouldn’t you be somewhere baking or singing with a pack of woodland creatures?” He leaned against the refreshment table, taking a generous sip of his drink.

“Har har,” Kurt replied dryly, rolling his eyes. “I told you I was planning on coming; contrary to your belief, I’m very capable of having a good time.”

Sebastian’s smirk didn’t leave his face as Kurt rolled his eyes, pleased that he garnered such a reaction from the other. “And are you… having a good time?”

Kurt tried his best not to let his expression falter but truth be told, there wasn’t much fun to be had on the sidelines. “W-well, this lemonade is certainly refreshing,” he commented, shrugging slightly as he avoided eye contact with the other man.

Letting out a snicker, Sebastian shook his head. “Ah, yeah, well if anything can get a party going it’s lemonade.”

“The last thing I want is a hangover or my inhibitions lowered so I can be ambushed by someone just looking to get me into bed with them,” Kurt replied, narrowing his eyes at Sebastian’s amused expression.

Raising his eyebrows briefly, Sebastian’s expression then mirrored Kurt’s. “People who need to ambush drunk people are pathetic. I, for one, am not pathetic. I don’t need you in my bed, Hummel,” he said with another amused chuckle.

Kurt couldn’t help but to chuckle along. He wasn’t threatened by Sebastian’s presence and their shared distaste for each other was admittedly a little entertaining. They were like a cat and a dog-- or two equally sassy cats-- but Kurt at least liked having a familiar face to talk to. “Fair enough; I imagine you pick up your conquests fair and square, hm?”

“Of course,” Sebastian said as if that were the most obvious answer. “I may be forward but I’m not a predator.” As he took another drink he looked at the other with a little grin. “I’m charming, as they like to say. I don’t need anything else other than that.”

“Oh, are you now?” Kurt asked with a genuine laugh and a smile that reached his eyes. “Maybe your version of charming isn’t what I’m used to because I’ve yet to see you even remotely exude what I’d describe as charm.”

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, the teasing smirk still on his face.. “Well, those who find me charming usually aren’t so uptight.”

Kurt wanted to be annoyed or upset with Sebastian but with the man’s smirk plastered on his face, he couldn’t bring himself to be anything but amused. “You just don’t have an off switch on you, do you?” he chuckled as he shook his head. “Alright, since I’m apparently so uptight, what would you suggest I do to remedy that-- barring sex, obviously.”

“Sex out of the equation?” Letting out an amused laugh, Sebastian shook his head. “That’s not quite fair as it is a specialty of mine.” Looking down at the liquid in his cup, he swirled it around a little before taking a sip as he left his eyes on Kurt from behind his cup. “Alcohol is a good start, also. Alcohol, sex, dancing with a stranger…”

With a bit of hesitation, Kurt looked down at his half-full cup of lemonade and then looked at Sebastian’s cup. “I’ve never had more than a few sips before, so let’s start there…” he decided, though he sounded fairly uncertain. “And I do like dancing, although I’ve been told I only cycle through the same four dance moves that’re in my repertoire.”

Sebastian’s grin grew just a little, he reached into his pocket to pull out his flask. He handed it over to Kurt before finishing off his cup and placing it in the trash next to the table. “Take a swig… or two,” he chuckled before offering his hand. “Then I’ll take you out there,” he said as he nodded towards the dance floor and you can show me those four dance moves.”

Kurt took the proffered flask, staring at it for a beat with wide, blue eyes, before he took the plunge and took a hearty swig. His face immediately scrunched together like he’d just sucked all of the juice out of a lemon. He covered his mouth with his hand as he coughed, pushing the flask back into Sebastian’s hands. “Oh my god,” he groaned between coughs. “You drink that for fun?!”

Not being able to hold back his laugh, Sebastian took back the flask and slipped it back into his pocket. He had expected a reaction from Kurt but not quite that adverse. “Yeah, I do.” He took a swig before pushing a boundary just a little and moving to slip the flask into Kurt’s pocket. “You’ll see why after your next couple of sips,” he assured him before offering his hand again. “Shall we?”

Once Kurt composed himself, he downed the rest of his lemonade which cleansed his palate of the strong alcohol. He wasn’t sure how the other man could so easily sip from the flask but he wasn’t going to question it. “I’m not sure I want another sip of your rubbing alcohol,” he quipped as he took Sebastian’s hand to be led away from the refreshment table and towards the throng of people who were all dancing.

“That’s probably the most expensive rubbing alcohol you’ve ever seen.” Laughing once again, Sebastian just shook his head as he took Kurt to the dance floor. There was a rather upbeat song booming throughout the beach as students of all ages gathered around, dancing with each other. Sebastian let go of Kurt’s hand to leave a respectable distance between them so they could dance. “So, what are these famous Kurt Hummel dances that you cycle through so often?”

Kurt laughed and shook his head. “Oh, I wouldn’t call them famous but I’ve been teased a bit for lacking a variety in my choreography; dancing isn’t exactly my strong suit,” he explained with a faint blush kissing his cheeks. He started to move his hips along to the music, slowly getting a feel for the beat. He only felt mildly self-conscious-- especially since he was essentially dancing with a stranger-- but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to attempt to have a good time.

Even with just a swig, the alcohol certainly managed to loosen Kurt up even if only a little bit. He was far from drunk but he felt an unfamiliar and pleasant buzz thrumming through him. “Do you dance with all the freshmen at these mixers?”

Sebastian’s small smirk tugged at his lips once again at Kurt’s question and he gave a little shrug. “Not intentionally. It’s usually the freshmen who are so eager to be swept off their feet by a dashing gentleman such as myself, but I give everyone an equal chance,” he winked. Sebastian knew he was laying it on pretty thick, but it was fun to get a reaction from his dance partner.

“Oh, well how gracious of you,” Kurt said with a heavy tone of sarcasm as he rolled his eyes while giving a playful chuckle. He’d be lying if he said Sebastian wasn’t more charming in person, but he couldn’t give the other man the satisfaction of knowing that. “So typically the freshmen take one look at you and you’re irresistible-- is that it?”

Sebastian laughed gently at Kurt’s sarcasm, he liked that it seemed he’d met his match when it came to sass. “Well, sort of-- it’s mostly the freshman from out of state. They’ve moved away from home for the first time, thousands of miles away. They’re looking to go wild and crazy and figure themselves out and usually that tends to start with flirting around and sleeping around with handsome strangers such as myself,” he said, taking Kurt’s hand suddenly and spinning him around with the music, that same smirk on his face. “I’m merely an innocent prop in their personal game of finding themselves.”

Kurt followed along effortlessly, like a feather in Sebastian’s wind as he spun around gracefully. “Oh, well, your generosity to those thirsty freshmen is truly inspirational,” he replied, every word still dripping with sarcasm. Feeling a little daring, Kurt decided to push the envelope a little with his sassy little remarks. So far, it seemed that of everyone he’d gotten acquainted with at his new school, only Sebastian could keep up with his snarky wit. “I bet it’s just eating you up inside that I’m not one of those poor freshmen looking to let loose, hm?”

Sebastian pulled Kurt a little closer as they danced, looking down at him as he kept his straight posture. He was enjoying this little game that they were getting into; it was a nice change of pace to his usual conquests who were just falling for whatever charming bullshit he was spewing at the time. “Not at all,” he said, keeping his cool. Admittedly the more Kurt showed his disinterest the more Sebastian wanted to push his luck with him. “I don’t need your attention to stroke my ego. If anything, your disinterest is a nice change of pace,” he said, speaking his earlier thoughts.

“Oh really? Is it the sort of predicament where since you sleep with everyone you’ve got tons of notches in your bedpost and not very many friends? That sounds awfully lonely in the long run,” Kurt noted with a slight frown. “Well, since you’re uninterested and I’m uninterested, this sounds like the beginnings of an unlikely friendship if you ask me.”

Narrowing his eyes a little, his smile grew just a little bit. “What makes you think I don’t have many friends?” It was curious that Kurt had made such a bold and correct assumption. Sebastian didn’t really have that many friends on the island. He had maybe two people he would consider actual friends but no more than that. But Kurt didn’t need to know that.

Kurt shrugged. “If you’re the Casanova you’re claiming to be, I’d find it hard to believe you don’t leave a trail of broken hearts behind you. You’re also terribly snarky so that takes a certain caliber of patience, and I imagine you don’t bother censoring yourself, right?” He glanced away for a moment as he thought about his own snarkiness; it certainly managed to rub people the wrong way sometimes.

There was a moment where Kurt let out a soft sigh, his eyes downcast, and just as quickly shook himself out of his more vulnerable feelings. “People like people who don’t speak up, unfortunately. It’s not the best for making friends.”

Sebastian didn’t tear his eyes away from Kurt, his face softening just a little as well as his insides. Sebastian knew all too well what it was like to not have friends— real friends. He’d struggled with it for a long time and Emily had always reminded him of one thing. “People who’d rather you stay quiet aren’t worth your time,” he offered with a shrug. “Not to sound like an episode of something on the Disney Channel but being yourself will attract those you can really trust, y’know? Being fake will only bring fake relationships.”

Kurt’s mouth hung open for a moment as he failed to find the words for an immediate response. He hadn't expected words like that to come out of Sebastian's mouth and he was honestly a little impressed. "Mm, kind is a really nice color on you," he replied, looking up into Sebastian's shining emerald eyes. He hadn't really noticed just how green they were until just now. "As unbearable as you can be with that mouth of yours, I will say that I thoroughly enjoy your sincerity; I prefer it when people are upfront with who they are and wear their hearts on their sleeves."

A mischievous smirk lit up Sebastian’s face at Kurt’s choice of words. Taking the opportunity that was presented in front of him because Sebastian Smythe never wasted the chance to be suggestive. He chuckled lowly as he raised his eyebrows. “Then you won’t mind when I tell you that you have no idea what this mouth of mine can do.” He normally would invade a date’s space while saying something so suggestive, but he knew the reaction he wanted would come from Kurt regardless of how close they were standing.

Kurt tried his best to keep a straight face but the redness that flushed his cheeks ultimately betrayed him. He scoffed and shook his head in an attempt to play off his initial reaction. “I don’t think I want to know, thanks,” he replied dryly. He surmised that Sebastian only showed his genuineness in tiny doses, and he’d had his day’s worth with his Disney Channel comment.

Sebastian laughed softly, satisfied with Kurt’s reaction. He didn’t miss the red that painted his cheeks. Before he could say anything else, he felt a buzz in his pocket signalling that he’d received a text.

I see you picked up fresh meat-- he’s cute. Stop wasting your time trying to get him into bed and come help me pick up some girls at the bar.

Looking around for a moment to find Hunter’s face in the crowd, Sebastian chuckled softly as he nodded his head to let Hunter know he’d be on his way. Looking at Kurt, he slipped his phone into his pocket. “Well, Hummel, I’d say this was a pleasure but you wouldn’t know what that word means,” he teased with a playful grin. “I’ll see you around, hopefully?”

Kurt lifted his eyebrows as he quickly surmised his new friend was being summoned by someone else. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way to appreciate me even if we aren't meeting in bed," Kurt chuckled as he waved Sebastian and his jokes off. "Seeing as how we go to the same school, we're bound to run into each other. Go get your rocks off or whatever it is you're flying off to do." He smiled then, offering a meek little wave before he turned to see if he could find another familiar face among the crowd of students.

Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched Kurt go off into the crowd. Shaking his head, he turned to make his way to his other friend.

Hunter had been waiting on the sidelines, eyes trained on Sebastian as he made his way over now that Kurt was gone. He and Sebastian were cut from the same expensive cloth, born with silver spoons and exquisitely aged liquor in their mouths. The man was by society's definition, the epitome of attractive with his sharp jaw, chiseled body, and flawless skin. The fact that he had money and status was the icing on the cake, really. It was no surprise he and Sebastian were friends; birds of a feather flock together, after all.

"You're wasting your time with that one," Hunter told his friend in his deep and masculine voice.

Sebastian shook his head, looking off to where Kurt had disappeared. “I don’t think so. I think you underestimate me, Hunt.” He turned his attention to the other man.

Hunter took a swig of his own alcoholic beverage before he snickered. "I estimate you just fine. Rumor has it that the guy's a total prude; apparently he broke up with his high school boyfriend because he wouldn't give his virginity up or whatever. People like that don't just give it up for guys like you."

With a look of disapproval, Sebastian took Hunter’s drink from his hand and helped himself to a sip. “I repeat, you underestimate me,” he said as he handed the cup back to Hunter. “His ex-boyfriend is severely lacking in an important quality that gets boys like that in bed with you--” he raised his eyebrows as he looked at his friend. “He isn’t me.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Hunter laughed heartily as he finished off what was left in his cup before nodding in the direction of the beachwalk to one of their usual places. “He’s a grade-A typical virgin; he’s the type that won’t give it up until he’s engaged to Mr. Right. You are definitely not Mr. Right.”

Sebastian shook his head. “You seriously don’t think I could get a guy like that in bed? As if I haven’t before? I’m sorry, have we met?” He asked as he let out an amused laugh. “I can get him in bed, without the promise of marriage.” He said the word like it left a sour taste in his mouth. “It would take a little work but I could— easily.”

Hunter laughed again as Sebastian all but spat out the word marriage. They were both similar beings in that neither were tied down by relationships nor were they looking for anything long-term at least while they were still in school. “I know you, Sebastian. You like a challenge but if the reward isn’t worth the effort, you don’t bother. Chasing after a guy like that? There’s no reward there; you have better luck trying to get me into your bed.”

Sebastian let out his own hearty laugh at Hunter’s statement. “Clarington, I don’t need luck to get you in my bed; I just need you to stop lying to yourself. And with every day I get closer without putting in any work at all-- have you seen yourself drunk?”

The two were strictly friends-- by Hunter’s definition-- but Sebastian knew better. Whenever Hunter got a little too liquored up, his position on the Kinsey scale wavered quite a bit. He was much more willing to kiss Sebastian and even once let a strange man on the dance floor feel him up, but he always blamed it on the alcohol once he was sobered up.

“Whatever,” Hunter dismissed as they arrived at a popular bar and flashed their IDs at the bouncer before making a beeline for the bartender to get started. “Besides, I’m not a virgin.”

“It would definitely be a challenge but it wouldn’t be a lot of work. Please, virgins are only virgins because they think they have to be and they haven’t been tempted enough to feel desirable. Trust me, I’ve slept with enough of them to know. It wasn’t for lack of wanting that they’ve stuck to the virginal route-- more like the lack of trying,” Sebastian explained. “A few dates, a few weeks of charm and toeing the line; he’ll be in my bed before the end of the semester.” He looked at Hunter with a smirk. “You, however? You’ll be in my bed before the end of the month.”

Hunter let out a laugh as the bartender came over to them and poured them two glasses of tequila. “You’re too fuckin’ arrogant-- and that’s coming from me, so that’s saying something. I’d bet good money you can’t get that little prude into bed even if you tried your damnedest,” he said as set his black credit card down to open up a tab. Picking up the glass, he waited for Sebastian to do the same so they could clink them together and down the shots at the same time.

Sebastian grinned as he looked down at the glass and Hunter’s card, feeling a little smug that he had Hunter buying him a drink without even trying. He wouldn’t point that out just yet, though. “I’d take that bet but I don’t need your money, Hunt,” Sebastian said as he picked up the glass to gently bump it against Hunter’s before tapping it on the bar and throwing it back at the same time. “What else you got?”

After his drink, Hunter set the empty glass back down on the bar before scanning the dance floor for any possible interested hook-ups. No one immediately caught his attention so he looked back at Sebastian. “Okay, since you’re so damned confident-- I’ll bet you the kid won’t give it up for you before the end of the semester or I’ll sleep with you, completely sober,” he proposed before waving the bartender back down for another round of drinks. “But if you can’t, then I don’t want to ever hear you say shit like I’m ‘bi-curious’ or that you’ll get me into your bed or what the fuck ever just because I do silly shit when I drink. I’m no homophobe but you sound like a broken record sometimes, man.”

Sebastian laughed as he shook his head. “You’re pathetic, you know that? You’re so desperate to pretend you aren’t curious. You don’t even see that I have you right where I want you.” With his words, he invaded Hunter’s space just an inch more than he normally would as he reached for the other’s hand to take. It wasn’t that Sebastian was necessarily attracted to Hunter as a person; he just liked having fun. The game of teasing the other was fun.

Hunter took a step back and nearly recoiled backward, jerking his hand away. “Don’t screw around with me, man,” he warned him as he took his now-refilled drink and downed it without waiting for Sebastian. His patience for his friend was running short and being replaced with irritation. “You don’t know what the hell you’re even talking about.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh out loud again. “I was trying to shake your hand because of the bet, dumbass.” He downed his own drink. “But good to know where your mind is at,” he teased.

Hunter knew that the other man was just trying to get a rise out of him and it pissed the former off that the latter was actually succeeding. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Hunter roughly took Sebastian's hand into his own and gave it a firm shake. "I hate you sometimes. I seriously don't see how you're gonna get that prude into bed with you even if he wasn't a virgin."

“I can be rather charming when I want to be, that’s how,” Sebastian said as he shook Hunter’s hand just as firmly, solidifying their bet. “You may hate me, but you know that hate sex can be the best kind of sex sometimes.” He winked as he waved down the bartender for one more round. “You can’t hate me too much, though. You keep coming back for more.”

"I don't know why," Hunter grumbled, though he didn't disagree. "Maybe because I'm a prick, too." Once the bartender came back around to refill their drinks again, Hunter raised his glass for a little toast with a smug grin. "May the best man win-- which will be me, but I'll pretend you actually have a chance."

Sebastian chuckled softly, downing his third shot after they toasted. “Either way you win,” he teased with a wink as let out a content sigh as he looked at the crowd of dancing people. “Well, while this has been a load of fun, unless you plan on going home with me, I have new people to talk to. Thanks for the drinks, babe.” Sebastian crinkled his nose, patting the bar with his hand before he bid his friend goodbye.

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