Kurt couldn’t believe he was hoping Sebastian would step in, but it was even more unbelievable that he wouldn’t hesitate, not even for a moment as far as Kurt could tell. He pushed through the crowd until he was right there pulling the biggest guy off Kurt. Right away his friend dropped back too so Kurt stumbled briefly trying to regain his own footing. Only a few other patrons glanced their way but Kurt didn’t have time to think about who was noticing right now. Sebastian was crowded right up in the guy’s face telling him off and it was amazing and scary and a million other things Kurt couldn’t sort out right now.
He had to think of something to do, to stop this because obviously it was getting out of hand and fast. What if the guy took a swing at Sebastian, or worse? Kurt was still drink addled but that was a thought he never thought he’d think, which, okay, he needed to act and stop trying to make sense when it was obvious he couldn’t. The shorter one was scared, Kurt could see that and he was tugging now at his friends sleeve probably telling him everyhting Kuert was about to tell Sebastian. He didn’t knwo for sure though, that was the scary thing, he might be promising his friend thast they could jump them when they got to the parking lot.
Kurt stepped forward and gently took hold of Sebastian’s wrist. ”Sebastian, come on,” he said. He had to say it loud enough to be heard over the music, but it was only for Sebastian’s ears. Not the others, the assholes. They were having their own sort of conversation.
“It’s okay now, we should go,” he continued. This time he tugged at Sebastian, just a tiny bit, not to force him to move as much as to get his attention. Kurt could feel the energy rippling in the air and he didn’t want Sebastian getting in any trouble or worse getting hurt just because he’d tried to do something nice. The other guy still hadn’t moved and Kurt’s stomach was twisting and nervous.
“He isn’t worth it.” Kurt finally finished. He tried to get Sebastian to look at him, so he could show him that he really was alright, and that was crazy to think about too. That Sebastian might need proof that Kurt was okay and not traumatized. Well, maybe he was a little traumatized but he was certainly a lot better now. There was just one imperative now and that was for them to leave. Before things got ugly, before someone got hurt.
Sebastian kept his livid gaze on the man who’s shirt was still in his grasp even as both had someone speaking to them in hushed tones. He could barely make out what Kurt was saying beyond the blood roaring in his ears and all the thoughts of just beat the little fucker to a pulp; you know you can; do it; he deserves it; he should be punished for trying to screw with Kurt; fuck him up; make him regret it for the rest of his miserable little life; don’t fucking let him get away with it pounding in his head.
But then Kurt, of course ever the voice of reason, was telling him the man wasn’t worth it. The pleading he could hear in the younger boy’s voice along with that little part of his brain that knew what he was saying was true made him turn to look at Kurt, and he immediately felt his grip loosen to let the man go. Instead of hitting him, Sebastian just gave the man a slight shove away from them with one last growl of, “If I ever see you again…”
Sebastian turned fully away from them, grabbed Kurt’s arm just a little too tightly, and started pulling him away. “Do you have all your shit?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he was walking, bringing Kurt with him, to the exit off the bar. “We’re leaving. Right now.”
And when they finally made it out into the cool air, where Sebastian’s head started to clear, he slowly began to realize what had just happened. How he’d gone to Kurt’s aid without a second thought. How he’d been prepared to beat some stranger up to defend Kurt’s honour or some shit like that. How he’d completely lost his cool because of Kurt fucking Hummel.
He dropped Kurt’s arm like it had burned him and couldn’t help but turn to stare at the blue eyed boy, so much the same and yet so different from all the times he’d done it in the past couple of hours. His suddenly very sober mind was coming up with excuse after excuse - you would have done it for anyone; he looked so pathetic you couldn’t help yourself; you’re not a complete douchebag, you wouldn’t just sit back and watch someone get assaulted - but he couldn’t bring himself to fully trick himself into believing any of them. Even he couldn’t lie to himself about how protective he could get about his potential ‘prey’…
But no. He couldn’t think like that. So, instead, Sebastian just cleared his throat and asked a little lamely, “You okay?”