Title: I Didn’t See You Coming
Submission Day: 1; Movie Crossovers
Rating: T for language
Shortly after making the switch to Rachel’s apartment in New York, the surprise of a lifetime comes knocking at his door.
Wait, her door? Yeah, the whole home exchange thing is still taking some getting used to…
Loosely based off The Holiday (2006), due to the fact that instead of traveling from opposite sides of the country, they travel from east to west coast, so there’s a change in dialect. Other changes are noted in the story. Written mostly from memory.
Kurt is still trying to make himself comfortable in Rachel’s bedroom (well, mostly, he’s trying to decide where all of his stuff is going to fit) when he hears a very loud knock at the door. The knocking continues, elevating in speed and volume, before he finally reaches the foot of the staircase.
“Who is it?” He calls loud enough for the person to hear from the other side of the door.
A very smooth, very sexy, but most of all very male voice responds and Kurt’s lips purse with confusion and just a dash of annoyance. Rachel specifically told me there were no men in her side of town.
“It’s me,” The voice says. “Hurry up. It’s freezing.”
Kurt chooses his words carefully instead of dwelling on just how sexy this voice is. “Who are you?”
“Rachel, open the damn door or I swear I’m gonna piss all over your fucking…” The voice warns and Kurt quickly lurches for the door, pulling it open, revealing that the man who the voice belongs to is just as, if not more, attractive than the voice itself.
"Oh. You’re not Rachel. Or if you are I am way more hammered than I realized. I’m sorry for my profanity,” He looks at Kurt askew, drinking him in. “I wasn’t expecting… uh, you.”
"Well, I wasn’t… expecting you either," Kurt seconds.
A short moment of silence passes while each of them look at the other expectantly and then the man says, “Well, even so, could I just…?” and he trails off, gesturing towards the inside of the apartment.
"Oh, yeah, sure!" Kurt agrees, getting the hint and making way for the man to come in. It is freezing out anyway, and he doesn’t seem like an ax murderer anything. Really wasted, but not the kind to go on a killing spree. At least, he hopes, because my, what a horribly and almost predictable tragedy that’d be.
Once he’s inside, he turns and extends his hand for a shake. “I’m Sebastian, Rachel’s best friend.”
"Oh… friend… okay, well, I’m Kurt Hummel, I’m staying here."
"Kurthummel, is that all one word?"
Kurt giggles and pffts, shaking his head. Yup, definitely not ax murdery wasted, just wasted. “No, no it’s not.”
Sebastian suddenly disappears through one of the doors in Rachel’s apartment, he’s obviously familiar with the place, and Kurt makes a mad dash for the mirror, hoping he doesn’t look too jetlagged and disheveled. Ugh, his hair could be much better, but it also could be much worse.He fusses with it for a moment as Sebastian asks through the door, “So… Rachel… she uh… is she… where is she?”
"Uh, she didn’t tell you?" Kurt responds, slightly distracted by the quick does of manual hair repair before Sebastian returns and he pivots, crossing his arms and looking casual.
"She didn’t," He replies, stumbling forward almost ruining one of the lamps on Rachel’s bedside table. "But, then again, she might have and I totally missed it…?" He eggs on, and his words are stammered, reiterating his current state of inebriation.
"She’s…in LA," Kurt tells him and it’s obvious in Sebastian’s expression that Rachel probably had not mentioned. Or, he was too drunk to remember.
"That’s not possible, Rachel wouldn’t do anything fun and… spontaneous like that," He slurs.
"Well, actually, she put this apartment on a home exchange website and I found it… she’s in LA at my house for two weeks and I’m… here," Kurt explains, trailing off when he realizes he’s stating the obvious.
Sebastian tilts his head, looking at Kurt sideways. “Home exchange… People actually do that?”
"Apparently, yeah," Kurt replies with a curt nod.
"Hm. I think she called me yesterday and I didn’t get the chance to call her back and oh,” Sebastian smacks his lips, frowning a little. “Well, I feel like shit for that now.” He gets a little closer then, uncomfortably close, and then says, “You don’t care if I sit, do you? The room’s spinning and I feel like I might just face dive or something…”
"Uh… no, sure, go ahead." Kurt says, trying his best to mask the weird look he’s giving Sebastian now. Once he’s seated, another small moment of silence passes before he speaks again.
"I’m really sorry for just barging in like this," Kurt waves it off but he keeps talking, "I know it seems like bullshit, but I am Rachel’s semi-responsible best friend who’s working towards his doctorate down the street. But every now and then, I hit the clubs and get… really fucking wasted, and it’s sorta become a thing where I come here and stay with her instead of driving home or hooking up with some random from the bar. Pathetic, I know, but it’s the truth… Anyway, how’re you liking New York so far?"
"Uh… not so great, I’m thinking of grabbing a noon plane back home tomorrow." Admitting that didn’t sound as pathetic in his head.
"Oh… when’d you get here?"
"Um… a few hours ago."
"Wow. New Yorkers, huh? We’re quite the hospitable crowd, I know."
"Oh, no, I… just came here on a whim, it was… really unlike me…" Kurt says, trailing off when he realizes he’s revealing personal feelings to a drunken stranger, but at the same time, not really wanting him to leave.
As if Sebastian read his mind, the next words that come out of his mouth are, “Would it be ridiculous if I stayed? I promise, I’ll be gone before you even wake up and you’ll never see me again.”
"No, it’d be… that’s fine," Kurt says, trying (and probably failing) not to sound so eager.
"Thank you," Sebastian says, offering a tiny, sweet smile.
"So, um… goodnight," Kurt says, finally running out of ways to make small talk with a stranger.
"Night," Sebastian says and leans forward and kisses him.
They pause for a moment, frozen in shock and at a loss for words. Then, after a few moments, Kurt says, “Could you… would you mind… doing that again?”
Sebastian looks surprised, but doesn’t refuse, leaning in and kissing Kurt a second time. He pulls away and Kurt stares for a moment, wrinkling his nose, prompting Sebastian to raise his eyebrows worriedly and ask, “Bad?”
"No… weird, kissing a total stranger," Kurt tells him.
"Really? I do it all the time," Sebastian admits.
"Um… in the event that I’m leaving for LA tomorrow and you’re staying here and you’re… incredibly handsome and we’ll probably never see each other again anyway, I’m thinking.. we should have sex." Kurt blurts, and is just as shocked that he says it as Sebastian must be to hear it. A second later, he hurriedly adds, "If you want to."
With that, Sebastian’s face goes from stunned to sly and sexy with just a tilt of his lips. “Is that a trick question?”