Chapter 19

"You trying to get drunk real quick?" the bartender asked.

"Yes," Blaine said.

The he let out a snort. "How about a pineapple fuck-me-up? It's got two ounces of Bacardi 151 rum, a little triple sec, and pineapple juice."

"Perfect! One of those and a margarita."

Kurt drank his oatmeal cookie. He could taste cinnamon and he wasn't sure what else. Never having had an oatmeal cookie before, he wasn't sure how accurate the flavor was. "I'm still thirsty," he said when he finished.

"I'll take a Shirley Temple in a martini glass, no ice," Blaine said.

"Coming right up."

They carried the drinks to the table where a couple of Warblers perched on the stools. "I'm sorry I've been such a dick to you, here," Blaine said, setting the pineapple drink in front of Sebastian.

"You don't have to get me liquored up to take advantage of me," Sebastian purred.

"He's trying to be nice," Kurt said. Probably. Blaine's idea about giving him a bunch of drinks hadn't made much sense.

"Yeah," Jeff said, his voice slurring. "Blaine'sh a niceguy." Why was he talking like that, Kurt wondered.

"How much have you had to drink?" Blaine asked.

"Toooo much!"

"I'm cutting you off, Jeff," Nick said. "You remember we need to sing tomorrow, right? You can't do it if you're hung over."

"Sure I can!" Jeff tried to stand up. He slid off the stool and clutched at Nick's shoulders.

"We're leaving," Nick announced, grabbing Jeff's arm and leading him towards the door. "See you later. Don't stay out too late, guys." All the Warblers except for Sebastian followed them out.

Sebastian took a long drink. "This is good. I accept your apology." It didn't take him long to finish it.

"Next round on me," Blaine announced. "Who wants another?"

"Me," Kurt said.

"Me, too," Sebastian chimed in. "But only if you dance with me." His voice had taken on a hint of the slurring quality Jeff's had.

Horror flitted across Blaine's face, but he quickly covered it with a smile. "Sure," he said. "It's time to let old rivalries go. Back in a minute."

Sebastian held up his mostly empty glass. "You realize I'm still in the running? He's buying me drinks and he's gonna dance with me."

Kurt rolled his eyes, refusing to dignify that ridiculous statement with a reply. Blaine returned with drinks, the same ones for Kurt and Sebastian, and a tall skinny glass for himself with fruit and whipped cream in it.

After downing his drink, Sebastian stood up and held out his hand to Blaine. "Shall we?"

"I'll be right back," Blaine said to Kurt.

He tried not to pout, really he did. Kurt slouched down in his seat, watching Sebastian grind against Blaine and the half hearted attempts to push him away.

"What's a gorgeous guy like you looking so miserable about? Let me guess..." his vloice trailed off. "Your guy is dancing with someone else."

Kurt snapped his head up, startled by the question. The guy who asked it had on a white cloth tied over one shoulder, a belt, and a circle of leaves in his hair. He would never understand humans. Never. "Yes."

"Then why not show him what he's missing."

"How?"

"Come with me," the guy said. "Julius Caesar at your service."

When the song ended, Kurt stood lined up with several other guys at the edge of the stage. Julius walked into the center of the stage. "We are having a costume contest. Winner gets a fabulous prize," he said, waving a paper at the cheering crowd.

He pulled the guys lined up onto the stage one at a time, said a few words about their costume and let them dance before getting the next person. One guy walked across the stage naked and started stroking his dick. Kurt averted his eyes, blushing and wishing he could stick his fingers in his ears so he wouldn't have to hear the crowd encouraging him. When it was Kurt's turn, Julius introduced him differently.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Kurt."

"Kurt, why was a hot piece of ass like yourself sitting all alone?"

"Uh, Blaine wanted to dance with Sebastian," he stammered. Standing with the lights in his face, he couldn't see where Blaine was or what his reaction was to this. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to stay calm.

"Spin around Kurt." He did. Everyone stared at him and he wanted to shrink and hide. "I don't know what this Blaine guy's problem, but if I were a few years younger, I wouldn't get farther than two feet away from you."

Blaine suddenly appeared at the edge of the stage, nostrils flared and glaring. Kurt straightened his shoulders. Good, he thought. He had told Blaine he wanted to leave Sebastian alone and what does he do, dance with him.

"Since Blaine won't dance with you, why don't you dance for us?" The audience cheered.

Kurt danced, shaking his hips and running his hands over his body, moving in time to the beat. Someone shouted, "Take it off!" Julius placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and had him stand next to the others.

"Lets have a vote!" Julius yelled. Kurt wrinkled his nose. Back home, everyone would raise a hand, except for Brittany who would raise two and sometimes Santana's as well, and they would count. Here, everyone yelled and cheered as loud as they could. The guy who'd gotten naked was the winner, which was odd because it was a costume contest and he wasn't wearing a costume.

Kurt got mobbed getting off the stage. Several people were trying to talk to him and his wings were going to get squished if he wasn't careful. It was stifling, being pressed in on every side. A drink was placed in his hand. Kurt hadn't realized how thirsty he was until he saw it.

He raised the glass to his lips, jumping when he poured it against Blaine's hand instead of into his mouth. Dancing back, he tried to avoid spilling on his costume.

Blaine's eyes were dark. "We're going." He set the glass on a table as he dragged Kurt out of the club, Sebastian chasing after them. He had to half run to keep up.

Halfway back to the hotel, Blaine stopped so suddenly, Kurt ran into him. "You can't take drinks from strangers, Kurt. They could have put something in it."

"If he's stupid enough to take drinks from strangers, he gets what he deserves. Come on, we should go back to the hotel. I got a blow job and I fucked a guy in the bathroom, but I can still get it up for you."

"You aren't sleeping in a bed with him," Kurt said flatly.

"How are *you* going to stop me?" Sebastian sneered.

Kurt pushed out with his magic and froze Sebastian mid-step. His eyes went wide and his breathing came in pants. "Can't move," he wheezed. "Let me go, please, oh god, let me go."

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's arm. "He's have a panic attack."

Pulling his magic back in slowly so Sebastian wouldn't get hurt, Kurt let him go. Sebastian fell to his hands and his knees, taking gulps of air. Blaine squatted down. "You oaky?"

Sebastian jumped and scrambled back, he eyes darting between the two of them. "Don't touch me."

Kurt moved closer. His stomach twisted when Sebastian tried to get away and banged into the building behind him. Guilt at how badly he was terrifying Sebastian warred with the desire for answers. Kurt didn't enjoy picking on someone weaker, but he if he was ever going to get information, now was the time.

"What are you?" Sebastian whispered.

"I'll tell you," Kurt said, "if you tell me how you think you know the language I sang in."

"Kurt-" Blaine started, but was cut off.

"I'm done play around, Blaine. Spying didn't work. Your plan to buy him alcohol didn't work. I told you to let it go and that didn't work. So Sebastian can answers my questions and I'll answer his or..." he trailed off, trying to figure out the worst thing he could threaten that he'd be willing to do. "Well?"

"It was my grandma," Sebastian said eventually. "She used to sing me a song that sounded similar when I was little. I finally remembered and asked her about it a few days ago. She's senile and started rambling on about a fairy friend she had as a child and magic and I didn't understand half of it. She also says she dated President Eisenhower's son Gerald, who doesn't exist, so she's crazy.

The twinge of disappointment at the answer being so simple was softened by knowing he wasn't the only fairy to have contact with humans. It could be done.

"Why do you keep going after Blaine?" Kurt asked.

Letting out an unsteady breath, Sebastian said, "So we're clear, I'd fuck Blaine in a heartbeat. But I mostly do it cuz he's to entertaining when he gets all riled up."

"Seriously?" Blaine yelled.

"Yeah," Sebastian said. "What are you?"

"Don't do it," Blaine hissed.

Kurt glared at him. "I promised. Your Grandma isn't crazy. I'm a fairy."

"Bullshit."

Glancing around, Kurt saw no one nearby. He deliberately twitched his wings and hovered a few inches off the ground. Holding out his hand, Kurt grew a bubble slowly, making sure Sebastian saw that he didn't have it hidden somewhere. He touched it with his magic and lit it on fire, drifting close enough that the heat could be felt. Kurt landed, grabbing Sebastian wrist and dropped the ball into his hand. He yelped and tried to pull away, but Kurt kept a firm grip.

"It's not burning me," Sebastian said.

"I don't want it to, I could though." Kurt breathed on it for dramatic effect and the ball frosted over, becoming ice. He reached over and touched the ball. It shattered into a shower of glitter.

"How do you know I won't tell everyone?" Sebastian asked. Kurt plucked a few hairs from Sebastian's head, smiling inside when he flinched, and recited a poem about a fairy who found true love in his own language. Sebastian would have no idea what he was saying so it wouldn't matter what he said. When he finished, he caused the hairs to turn a dazzling white before they burned up in a green flame. Kurt dusted his hands off.

"I can find you anywhere now and I will know if I need to." He kept his tone light and disinterested. If the sweat suddenly appearing on Sebastian's forehead was anything to go by, he believed Kurt. A sideways glance at Blaine showed he still understood Kurt's language and was aware Kurt hadn't cast a spell.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. Kurt leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I can suck the air from your body without touching you and you will die a miserable and painful death." He wouldn't, but he needed Sebastian to think he would. "I can fly you to the top of a building and drop you off the side. Or shrink you and leave you in the middle of the forest. Want me to keep going?"

Flinching, Sebastian said, "I wasn't going to say anything. I just wanted to know what you would do if I did."

"Right," Kurt mumbled under his breath.

"Great," Blaine said forced cheerful voice. "I'm ready for bed."

Kurt waited for Sebastian to make a comment about getting to sleep with Blaine, but the annoying Warbler wisely refrained.

They walked back to the hotel, Kurt and Blaine holding hands with Sebastian staying well behind them. When they got into the hotel room, Trent and Jeff were sound asleep in their bed.

Kurt grabbed the box bed. "We'er sleeping in the bathtub," he announced.

"You won't fit," Sebastian mumbled.

"I'm normally six inches tall, it'll be a palace and despite my threats, I don't trust you to keep your hands to yourself. I'm tired and I not staying up all night to make sure you don't do anything inappropriate. I want to enjoy the concert tomorrow and if I have to incapacitate you and you miss the show, there'll be a gap in the dancing."

Sebastian swallowed.

Kurt and Blanie went into the small room with the shower with thier bag. He used a towel to wipe down the tub and walls, set a dry towel in the bottom, and put the bed in the middle. Kurt had Blaine step into the tub while he locked the door to separate them from the rest of the bathroom and shrank them both and their pajamas.

"Stay away form Sebastian, please," Kurt said. They settled themselves on the bed, Blaine on his back and Kurt half across his chest.

"I will, but are you sure telling him that was a good idea?"

"No, I'm not." Kurt pulled the blanket up to his waist. He slotted a leg between Blaine's, snuggling closer. "If he gives you any trouble tomorrow, I'll shrink him and leave him somewhere safe and deserted for about and hour. I'll bet he gives up after that."

Blaine yawned. He was adorable, sleepy and barley able to keep his eyes open. "Sebastian had a lot to drink. With any luck, he'll be so hung over tomorrow, he won't remember it or he'll think he imagined it."

"Mmm hum," Kurt murmured. There was no way they could be that lucky.