Summary: A cocktail of fancy dress and alcohol somehow ends up with all four boys at Sebastian’s house, because, well, who doesn’t love a man in glasses?
Notes: Sorry it took so long, Nemi!
The taxi ride to Sebastian’s house was painfully long. Kurt fell asleep on Blaine’s shoulder, Blaine closed his eyes ten minutes in, and Sebastian…well, Sebastian started palming Dave through his jeans, because he was an ass like that.
“I hate you.” Dave muttered, but he leant over and kissed Sebastian anyway. Then, he gave a quick glance over Blaine and Kurt’s heads at the driver, who, thank god, had a partition between himself and the back of the cab. Content that they were at least a little private, he slipped a hand under Sebastian’s shirt, stroking the taut muscles beneath them. Sebastian wasn’t his usual type per se, but a little part of him had really missed those abs.