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Yay, Friendship! || St. Smythe

Date: November 30th, 2017. Night.

Location: Dalton Academy & A Nightclub.

Starring: Jesse St. James & Sebastian Smythe ( @asksmythesebastian)

Notes: Jesse and Sebastian go out for a little contest at a nightclub which ends in the beginning of a new friendship.

Warnings: underaged drinking

Jesse was looking forward to a night out with a new friend. Even if that friend was a few years younger than him, age was no issue when it came to having some harmless fun. He parked his sedan in the Dalton Academy parking lot, texting Sebastian on where he should meet him since he'd never been there before. "Hey, there you are," he greeted Sebastian once the teenager came into view. "You ready to party?"

Sebastian checked his reflection in his phone to make sure his hair was perfect before slipping it back into his pocket, coming over to Jesse. "Always." He grinned, zipping up his jacket. "Should I call a cab? I'm not really planning on drinking too much, I could always drive your car back, if you are, though."

Jesse shrugged his shoulders, unsure of how the night would play out considering it hadn't even started yet. "Get a cab; who knows how sloshed we'll get tonight." He replied, already thinking in his head what he would get to drink first.

Sebastian nodded, pulling his phone back out and ordering an Uber. "Okay, fair enough." He looked over at Jesse. "I have a boyfriend, though. So no funny business."

Jesse laughed. "Don't worry, hot shot. I have my eyes set on one girl in particular right now. But boy, do I feel sorry for the gay suitors at whatever bar we're going to." When the Uber arrived, the two got inside. "What kind of bar are we going to, anyway?"

Sebastian nodded, sliding in after Jesse and shutting the door behind them, giving the driver the name of the club. "It's more of a nightclub. Just a normal one. But it's near a gay neighborhood, so, I figured I'd still have a good chance. Either way, my looks will give me an advantage."

Jesse's expression brightened at the mention of a nightclub. He was bisexual so suitors of all shapes and sizes was more appealing than just one type of people. "Uh, but have you seen me?" With a coy grin, Jesse ran a hand through his hair before clicking his tongue and pointing a finger-pistol in Sebastian's direction. "All the guys and girls swoon for St. James."

Sebastian couldn't help but check Jesse out a little, cursing himself after he did. Damn. This might actually be a little bit of a challenge. He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I can speak French. It's sexy."

Jesse felt a little threatened. He didn't know this guy was bilingual-- sometimes Jesse had trouble with some English words as it were. "O-oh, yeah?" he asked, trying to put on a bravado to hide the fact that he was a little intimidated. "And what are you going to say to the guys to get them to buy you drinks?"

Sebastian moved closer, whispering in a husky voice, speaking in French. "It doesn't matter. Not when I look this good." He smirked, wetting his lips and glancing up at Jesse.

Jesse listened intently, the smooth-sounding foreign language and direct eye contact causing the older man to swallow thickly. Goddamn. He had no idea what Sebastian had just said but it was awfully attractive. "O-okay, so you have a few tricks up your sleeve. Whatever." He brushed it off and continued to play coy, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sebastian winked and sat back in his seat, satisfied. "Told you. I'm more than a pretty face. Not like it'll matter to the idiots at the club."

Jesse smirked despite the feeling of defeat washing over him for having let himself basically admit Sebastian was smooth. "Please, Ohio's full of idiots that've probably never heard a word of French in their lives. You could ask them where the bathroom was and they'll think you're flirting with them." Maybe after this Jesse would try to pick up a second language to impress Rachel.

Sebastian nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Exactly. It's easy. You better start making a plan, because I want to have a least a little bit of a challenge."

Jesse scoffed at Sebastian's confidence. "Oh, I think despite your French-speaking ways, it'll be more than just a challenge." When the two of them arrived at the nightclub, Jesse got out and looked up at the neon signs outside. It was a bar he didn't recognize but just glancing at the few people walking in, it seemed like a popular spot for people his age. "You know a lot of girls really love even just hanging out with a winner-- telling them I'm a four-time national champion does wonders for my game."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, following Jesse. "Oh yeah, I'm sure show choir just gets them soaked." He cut the line, going up the front and slipping the bouncer a bill, gesturing to Jesse and leading them both inside.

Jesse let Sebastian lead, raising his brows in mixed surprise and approval as they cut the line to get straight into the club. "In a podunk state like Ohio, you'd be surprised," he replied, heading straight to the bar. "I need a drink in me before we start this little contest." He waved the bartender down and ordered himself a shot. "You want something? First round's on me."

Sebastian sat beside him, raising an eyebrow. "Does that count as a point?" He shrugged, ordering a whiskey while making sexy eyes at a girl a little further down the bar.

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Nice try, but no, it doesn't." He downed the shot easily and got himself another drink before opening a tab. He noticed the way Sebastian had given a girl down the bar a look, her obviously noticing and flirting with him by giving him her own look back. "Damn, you weren't joking when you said you had game." Jesse chuckled nervously, sipping at his drink and scanning the bar for any eligible-looking suitors for the night.

Sebastian sipped his drink, patting Jesse on the shoulder and heading over in the direction of the girl. "See ya." Less than a minute later, he waved at Jesse and held up a second drink in his other hand, grinning from ear to ear.

Jesse watched as Sebastian left his side to go chat up a girl, a look of surprise painted over his face when the younger man showed off his second drink. Determined to not have Sebastian show him up, he spotted a pretty young thing sitting all by his lonesome. A quick chat and an empty glass later, Jesse found himself with his own second drink.

Sebastian didn't even bother to pretend to be interested in the girl after he got his drink, immediately moving on to the next guy, who literally sitting right next to the girl he'd just gotten a drink from.

Jesse had a vastly different approach; he wasn't as ruthless as Sebastian and instead spent at least a little time talking to the people he got drinks from. Doing so put him at a disadvantage but he just wasn't as practiced in getting free drinks in the same way Sebastian was. By the time Sebastian was on his fourth drink of the night, Jesse was still on his second, chatting up a friendly-looking girl who really liked talking about her job.

Sebastian kept a tally on his phone, only taking a couple sips from the drinks. He walked over to Jesse, holding drink number five, and sat down beside the girl he was talking to. "This is too easy. I'm bored."

Jesse had downed his second drink and the same girl he was speaking to offered to buy him another. Never one to turn down a free drink, Jesse easily agreed. "You're cheating," Jesse tried to argue with Sebastian when he rejoined him at the bar, a full drink in his hand, "Are you even drinking these?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, offended. "How am I cheating? It's not my fault I was born sexy." He rolled his eyes, taking another sip. "I had a little. I don't want to get drunk, I have a final in the morning."

Jesse shook his head. "Okay, so if you quit does that mean I win?" Jesse asked, taking a generous gulp from his drink. He could feel the alcohol thrumming through his body and if he was being honest he didn't really care about his and Sebastian's little contest anymore. "Whatever, I don't care-- we should just have fun," he said, pulling Sebastian in the direction of the dance floor, effectively blowing off the girl he was just with.

Sebastian was surprised when Jesse pulled him, but didn't fight it. He danced around him, shaking his head. "Never. I've never lost anything in my life. I've had to fight dirty, sure, but I refuse to lose." He shrugged. "However, in the hopes of friendship, I'd be willing to help you with Rachel, if you'll help me on my date with Blaine." He held his hand out. "A truce?"

Jesse cheered, taking Sebastian's hand into a firm handshake before slinging an arm around him. "Hell yeah! Friendship!" He exclaimed, downing the rest of his drink before he continued dancing along to the beat. "I am going to make such an awesome waiter-- just you wait and see!"

Sebastian laughed, watching Jesse. "Are you sure you've only had a couple drinks? Did you buy yourself some?"

Jesse made a noise of half-guilt and half-amusement. "Okay, you caught me; I bought myself a couple, too," he laughed. "But that's why I opened up a tab, duh!" He grooved to the music and he was just having a really good time with his new friend. "Oh, you totally have to introduce me to your boyfriend now that we're BFF's," he slurred, obviously drunk.

Sebastian eyed him, smirking. "Uh-huh. You heard about the threesome, didn't you? Because I think Sam's the only person he's comfortable doing that with, sorry pal." He patted Jesse's shoulder.

Jesse burst out laughing. "No, I didn't hear about any threesome but thanks for the heads-up," he shook his head and when he was starting to feel tuckered out from dancing his ass off, he led Sebastian back to the bar to get another round of drinks. "Y'know, Vocal Adrenaline would be lucky to have a guy like you and your boyfriend on the team. You don't have to wear your silly schoolboy uniforms when you sing and dance, too-- we have cool costumes."

Sebastian sat down beside Jesse, ordering himself a Sprite and shaking his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't think so. I'd rather drown myself than go to public school."

Jesse shrugged then, deciding not to press any further. It would be more fun to have Sebastian as competition, anyway. "Yeah, well, that public school kicked everyone's ass when I was the lead singer," he clinked glasses with Sebastian before taking a sip of his new drink. "But I'll admit-- if your singing is as good as your flirting, then maybe I should be a little worried." Being drunk seemed to have put Jesse's vocal filter out of commission because those were words he wouldn't say otherwise.

Sebastian smiled at him. "Thanks. It is. I don't half ass anything I do. But Blaine is better than me, at singing at least. My dance skills are better, though." He patted Jesse's hand. "I turned you on before, with the French, didn't I? At least a little bit?" He squinted at him, trying to read his face.

Jesse listened as Sebastian described his and Blaine's skills and thought to himself that he would re-watch some of Dalton's competitions now that he knew who he was looking out for. He shrugged again, unable to deny or even pretend being turned on because he was so drunk. "Yeah, the French was pretty attractive," he admitted begrudgingly. "Maybe you can teach me a few phrases so I can improve my game."

Sebastian smirked, taking a sip of his drink. "Knew it." He laughed softly. "God, it's so tempting to teach you embarrassing shit just to watch you make an ass out of yourself, but I'll refrain, for the sake of friendship."

Jesse laughed along with Sebastian, albeit a little louder than the other because he was drunk. "Just teach me the good stuff and I'll teach you shit that I know; I mean, I'm not a private school scholar and I'm not bilingual but who knows? Maybe one day you'll have a show choir-related emergency and then it's 'Show Choir Whisperer' Jesse St. James to the rescue!"

Sebastian slid back off the bar stool, holding his hand out for Jesse to help him up. "You'd give me advice? Wouldn't that be like, a betrayal of your team?"

Jesse quickly took his hand to help Sebastian balance himself, his other hand grabbing onto the bar. "I dunno," he slurred, shrugging. "It's not like I'd be giving you my team's set list or divulging their weaknesses-- our biggest of which is funk, by the way-- but a few pointers and advice wouldn't hurt."

Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows, leading Jesse back over to the dance floor. "Funk? What the hell does that even mean?" He noticed an objectively cute girl checking Jesse out. "Hey. Someone's looking at you. Or me. But probably you. Why don't you go dance with her?"

Jesse didn't know what Sebastian asked but was aware that he was being led back to the dance floor. "Funk is music," he answered, unaware it was an incomplete explanation. When Sebastian pointed out the girl across the way, he quirked an eyebrow and she gave him a flirty look. "Yeah? You think I should?" He asked, puffing his chest out a little and regaining his confidence.

Sebastian was still confused, but let it slide, figuring it was just drunk chatter. "Yeah, sure. Why not? I'll just be over there." He pointed to a group of tables on the side of the room. "And sexting Blaine."

Jesse decided to follow Sebastian's advice, leaving his side to go chat up the girl. If anything, it would be good practice for when he would get back together with Rachel. With liquid courage surging through him, it only took but a few moments before the two of them were grinding against each other on the dance floor.

Sebastian sat down, keeping an eye on Jesse while he texted Blaine, chuckling under his breath. That dude was a lightweight.

After dancing and having himself another few drinks, Jesse jogged back over to where Sebastian sat. He was sweaty and his wet locks stuck to his brow. "Hey, what're you doing sitting out on the sidelines like a fuddy-duddy?" He asked, laughing with a grin spread wide across his face. He waved a napkin in Sebastian's face, showing off the fact that he'd gotten the girl's phone number. "I guess she likes me."

Sebastian shrugged, looking up at him. "I don't want to lead someone on, and be accused of being a tease." He slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Hey, good for you. And someone who actually dresses age-appropriately too, well, if not a little slutty."

Jesse shrugged right back at Sebastian, looking back out at the dance floor. "There's no harm in dancing with someone, is there? Dancing isn't sex or even a relationship. Neither is drinking." He pointed out Sebastian's soft drink and chuckled. "I don't think I'll call her; I've still got my sights set on Rachel."

Sebastian shook his head, getting a little uncomfortable. "No, I've... made that mistake in the past. You can't always tell what something will mean to someone. You might be agreeing to more than you think." He frowned, looking at him. "Why? Rachel's taken, and that girl is cute. Even I can see that. And it looked like you were having a nice time dancing with her."

Jesse sat down next to Sebastian, trying his best to read the other's body language despite being drunk. "What mistake? You dance with someone who expected something more?" He asked, having a difficult time understanding what the other man was getting at. "And yeah, the girl was cute but she's no Rachel Berry. I'm not looking for just fun; I want Rachel."

Sebastian shook his head again. "Forget it." He picked up his glass, moving it between his hands. "I don't know why you would, but I agreed to help you, so... what do you need me to do? You should be aware that she hates me, so I'm really not sure how much help I can be in this whole situation."

Jesse didn't press the serious conversation, not wanting to overstep his boundaries in his brand-new friendship with the Warbler. "I don't know, do you have any dirt on that boyfriend of hers? You're both on the same team, right?"

Sebastian scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him. "You could say that." He took a sip of his Sprite. "Only sort of, he's bi, like you, not full on gay."

Jesse furrowed his brow. "That's not exactly dirt. I meant like, how do I get under his skin and show Rachel that he's not someone she should be with?"

Sebastian sighed. "I don't know. I don't really... feel right about this. We're trying to move on from all that drama, and I'm tired of it. His dick was mediocre anyway, it wasn't worth all that." Sebastian's eyes widened at his slip of the tongue, quickly taking a drink to try and stop more words from coming out, hoping Jesse hadn't caught that last bit, or would at least be too drunk to remember it later.

Jesse blinked, unsure of what he had just heard. "Wait, wait, wait-- what?" He asked, holding his index finger up. "Did you just say his dick was mediocre? How do-- Did you and Rachel's boyfriend--" The end of his question dangled, almost as if he was too surprised to finish his sentence. "Now see, this is dirt," he laughed, pointing at Sebastian. "Wait, is this why you and Rachel hate each other? Did she steal him from you or something?"

Sebastian sighed, dragging his hands down his face. "I blew him. Once. Okay? That's it. Don't... please don't bring it up. It was before they got together. She didn't steal him from me. I was with my boyfriend by then. She hates me because I'm a fucking asshole who clearly can't keep his mouth shut." He grabbed Jesse's hands, pleading with him. "Please. Just... pretend I didn't tell you.”

Jesse could see that Sebastian was practically begging him not to talk about this. "Okay, okay, relax, man," he chuckled to let him know everything was okay and there was no need to worry. "I won't tell anyone about it." Even if he wasn't going to repeat this information, it was still valuable and maybe he could use it to his advantage somewhere down the line. He pulled his hands out from Sebastian's hold and patted him on the back. "Seriously, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Sebastian nodded, not entirely sure if he could trust him, but relaxing a little. "I... need a cigarette. I'll be back in a minute." He quickly went out a side door, pulling his jacket tighter around him.

Jesse frowned at the soured moment between the two of them, watching him leave through the side door for a smoke. After downing the rest of his drink, Jesse followed after Sebastian and shivered at the cold biting wind that hit him as he stepped outside. "Shit, it's cold out here," he chuckled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood there with Sebastian. "Hey, I was serious when I said I wouldn't tell anyone. Hell, I don't even remember what we were talking about." He reassured him, playing along with pretending as if Sebastian hadn't told him anything.

Sebastian looked over, pursing his lips together and letting smoke blow through them. "Thanks. It's just... I caused a lot of drama by doing... that... and... it really... it was really hard on Blaine. Like, I thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown, or something. He was getting attacked by all these people he thought were his friends, and I don't want to see him that upset ever again."

Jesse listened as best he could, nodding along as Sebastian spoke. He could relate, knowing that dealing with drama was never easy for someone who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "Okay, so like I said, we'll keep the fact that I know about you and Hunter between us." Jesse assured him again. "We don't want Blaine to be upset, right?" He offered Sebastian a small smile.

Sebastian nodded, leaning back against the side of the building. "Great. Yeah. Thanks." He put out the cigarette and zipped his jacket up. "Are you ready to go? You can crash on the floor in my room if you want." He paused, looking at him. "Wait. You're an adult."

Jesse cocked his head to the side at Sebastian's statement. "Yeah, I am. Did me using my real ID to get into the club not make that fact obvious? So what of it?" He pulled out his phone to check the time and when the digits looked blurry to him, he chuckled. "I'm definitely not good to drive home just yet..."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I just meant that you probably have your own place." He shrugged. "That's why we took a cab, remember? I can just have them drop you off at your place, and then you can come pick up your car tomorrow. Unless you wanted to stay, but..." He shrugged again. "I'm not really in the clubbing mood right now."

Jesse nodded. "Yup, got my own little apartment in little ol' Akron, Ohio," he sighed, looking back over his shoulder, towards the bar. "Why don't you go on ahead without me? You've probably got to study for your big final tomorrow, right?" He said, "I'm not an idiot so I won't drive drunk; you don't have to worry about me."

Sebastian bit his lip. "Are you sure? I don't feel right, leaving you in this condition." He eyed Jesse closely. "I mean, I guess you're like, a grown man, or whatever, but still..."

Jesse laughed off Sebastian's comment and shook his head. "Hey, c'mon. I'm twenty-one. This isn't my first time in a nightclub and I'm a big boy; I can take care of myself." He assured the younger man, "I'll even stop drinking so by the time I take a cab back to Dalton, I'll be okay to drive."

Sebastian nodded, pulling out his phone and ordering a car. "Okay. Go... seal the deal with that chick. Take your mind off of other people. And text me, when you get home."

Jesse nodded back at his new friend with a wide smile. "Yeah, yeah. I'll text you, Dad." He teased, though truly he was grateful to find someone who actually cared about his well-being. "And let me know when you and Blaine are doing your little date so I can throw together a kickass waiter outfit."

Sebastian smiled a little, pointing at Jesse, the way Cooper had taught him. "Hey. Only Blaine is allowed to call me that." He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets to warm them. "I think Sunday, maybe? It's our one month anniversary of officially being boyfriends, or whatever."

Jesse scrunched his brows together in a semi-confused expression and then un-scrunched them when he realized what Sebastian was talking about. "Kinky, dude." He laughed, but then nodded. "Cool, I'll keep Sunday open and just let me know where and what time. I'll show up."

Sebastian winked at him. "Probably around six, at my parents' place. You're cool with getting like... kicked out right after dinner, right? Or maybe even earlier?"

Jesse shrugged but then nodded. "Yeah, whatever. I'm just doing it for you to get all romantic with your boyfriend and inevitably score, right? Just kick me out whenever you don't need me anymore."

Sebastian smirked. "I don't exactly need to get romantic with him to score. It's more about doing something nice for him. He deserves it. However, if me doing something nice leads to me fucking him on the kitchen table, it might be a little awkward if you're still there."

Jesse waved a hand in front of him, "Okay, whoa, whoa, I don't need the specifics," he chuckled. "Just text me the address to your folks' place and I'll be there-- maybe text me the time too in case I forget. And when you need me to leave, just say the word and I'm out of your hair so you can bone your boyfriend."

Sebastian grinned and nodded at him as his Uber pulled up. "Sounds like a plan. I'll see you then. And uh... for the record? You can do better than Rachel."

"Alright, duly noted." Jesse frowned when Sebastian suggested he go after someone other than Rachel but waved goodbye anyway before heading back into the bar, looking forward to spending the rest of the night with whoever would grace his company.

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