#gold18

                Sebastian didn’t understand what Kurt’s obsession was with the dance floor until he found himself on it. Kurt’s body slotted against his, and in a way that was almost more intricate than sex, they began to move together.  Kurt’s head tilted up for a kiss that Sebastian willingly gave. There weren’t even words to the song that were intelligible, but Sebastian felt the music pouring through Kurt’s body and he wondered suddenly why Kurt hadn’t gone into music.

                Kurt hummed, tucking his head into Sebastian’s shoulder and focusing on the casual roll of his hips. He’d needed this, the freedom, to give himself over to Sebastian’s roaming hands and the music. To feel the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders and for a few moments, he just danced. Every drum beat and bass line caressed him in a way the rest of the world never would, in the way that the hands of the man he loved, LOVED  did.

                When Sebastian was dying for a breather and a drink, he dragged the begrudging man off of the dance floor, “Come on.” He murmured. “Let’s get a drink. We can dance again in a little while.” His arm stayed wrapped firmly around Kurt’s waist, latched onto his hip, keeping his lover close. He ordered for both of them and then settled against the bar.

                “Hey stranger.” Bradley walked up beside Sebastian, taking the barstool that Sebastian had neglected.

                “Bradley.” Sebastian regarded him, “Bradley this is Kurt, Kurt, this is Bradley.”

                Bradley stared at Kurt for a long time, like he recognized him but couldn’t place the memory. Both Kurt and Sebastian knew where that place was, but neither were going to give him that information. “Nice to meet you, Kurt. I hear you’ve finally tamed the beast.” He widened his eyes for dramatic effect.

                Kurt smiled charmingly and laughed, “He’s not really a beast.” He said affectionately, moving Sebastian’s hair out of his eyes, “He needs a haircut, but he’s not really a beast.” Kurt kissed Sebastian’s cheek.

                “Ew. Okay, I’m getting a cavity.” Bradley rolled his eyes, “So, Sebby.” He smirked, “Our group wants to know if you’re in for club hopping. Apparently there’s some sort of memorial down at Glitter. One of their strippers quit or died or something. It’s supposed to be a pretty big party, we’re not sure if they’re celebrating or mourning but alcohol is alcohol.”

                Kurt tensed, and Sebastian felt it. “Glitter?” He asked, trying to avoid his panic.

                “I think I’m gonna pass.” Sebastian said, nodding, “I think that last time I went down there was kind of a disaster.”

                “That was the night you didin’t get home til 10am though. That was a good night you said!”

                “Bradley…I’m not going.” Sebastian said plainly, “It was a great night, but I’m over that place.”

                Kurt looked lovingly at Sebastian, “I’m not a huge fan of Glitter anyway.” He said softly.

                Bradley sighed and relented, “Fine, you guys win.” He slinked away to join the other friends that were going.

                Kurt’s expression fell as he stared at Sebastian, “They’re throwing a party because I’m gone.” He breathed.