Taking place when Dalton burned down and the Warblers came to McKinley. Pretty much 100% head cannon but I don't really care. Alistair POV

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(A.N.)

What he had suddenly seen in the lamplight was that the woman was old. The paint was plastered so thick on her face that it looked as though it might crack like a cardboard mask. There were streaks of white in her hair, but the truly dreadful detail was that her mouth had fallen a little open, revealing nothing except a cavernous blackness. She had no teeth at all.

The words came off the pages of George Orwell's 1984, and flew through my mind. I was so entangled that I didn't notice Spencer looking at me until he coughed. I looked up to see the boy staring at me smiling,

"Hey." He said, the grin never leaving his face.

"What's up, Spence?" I cringed inwardly at the bad attempt at a nickname. He just smiled.

"Did you hear about what happened with glee club?" I shook my head and he continued. While Spencer explained that a school- daton? Dulom? Dalton?- had burned down and that all the students were coming and that the glee club would be getting a lot of new members, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He acted so different around me. With everyone else, Spencer was a hard core, snarky, sarcastic jock, but around me he was kinder and more open sorta vulnerable. I laughed at something he said and interlaced our hands. Spencer stopped for a second to look at our hands, then kept on walking. When we reached the choir room, he gave me a small peck on the cheek and let go of my hand, entering the room. The room was filled with high school boys. Tons of them were sitting in the chairs and all over. Blaine, Kurt's husband I think, was sitting with most of the boys talking in a less than excited tone. Rachel quickly informed the group that practice eould be delayed today. Welcomewarblers... I was willing to share the spotlight, I hadn't been in glee long and was still a little shy. What I did mind though, was the way that a couple of them were looking at my boyfriend. MostofthemarelookingatMadisonandJane, Spencerisjustsittingnexttothem. And it was true, most of the warblers were looking at the girls but two or three of them were drooling over Spencer. MySpencer. I suddenly thought, feeling silly and possessive. When Roderick started talking to me about the Finding Bigfoot that premiered last night I kept trying to steal glances at Spencer. I wasn't jealous, no I was just uh watching out for my boyfriend

"Okay, Al? I know I sorta set you up with Spencer but don't you see him often enough without making googly eyes at him while I'm talking?" Roderick said when I looked over his shoulder for the seventh time. He was right, Spencer is a big boy he can handle himself.

"I'm sorry, I was just... You know what? It doesn't matter! Did you believe those footprints? They looked totally fake to me!" Our conversation got interesting and my best friend quickly helped me forget about my boyfriend problem. I was completely ignoring everyone but Roderick, until Mason tapped on my shoulder.

"Yeah?" Mason was a cool, and don't get me wrong a very attractive, guy, but we didn't really talk.

"Hey, Alastair? I know that this isn't really my business, but Spencer just left and if someone had looked at Jane and followed her out the way that Tyler followed Spencer, I would be right behind him." I turned to where Spencer had been sitting, he was gone. After a closer inspection I realized that one of the warblers who had been eye-fucking Spencer was also gone.

"Shit, thanks Mason." I quickly turned to Roderick giving him an apologetic shrug. He just nodded and motioned for me to go. I ran out of the choir room. I was outside the door to the locker room when I realized I had no idea where Spencer actually was. I don't know why I went to the locker room first, it must remind me of Spencer in some weird subconscious way, but when I opened the door I was glad I did.

One of the god forsaken warblers, Tyler was what Mason had said, was kissing my boyfriend! He had Spencer up against the locker and was kissing him in a way that was definitely PG-13. When he reached down to touch Spencer's ass, I flipped out.

"GET YOUR GRIMY HANDS OFF OF MY BOYFRIEND!" Tyler jumped back at my voice, but didn't look at me. Instead he turned to Spencer and said,

"I really wouldn't have cared if you had told me you had a boyfriend. I mean what he wouldn't have known wouldn't have hurt him. But if you would have told me I could have found I better hiding space." The words were like a punch to the gut. Did Spencer want this guy to kiss him and grope him? Was he bored of me already? Spencer just stood against the lockers, almost as if in shock. He eyes were squeezed shut and he stuttered out a whisper,

"Al? Help me." Even though I thought he was bored with me, I had to help him.

"Tyler you have five seconds to get out of here, or I will beat you up." Tyler didn't seem very scared, so I rolled up my sleeves, revealing the spiked bracelets and hard copper rings. He seemed to weigh his options, getting the hell out of here seemed to be winning the internal argument and after a small pause he left. Walking slowly till he opened the door, then running down the hallway, feet pounding. Spencer was sitting on the floor, so I sat down next to him.

"Why?" That's all I said to him. I just needed to know what I had done wrong.

"What? What do you mean why? I just got cornered in a locker room, kissed and groped againstmy will and you want to know why? Screw you Alastair!" He started to get up.

"Wait," I said pulling him back down. I kissed him, hard. Passionate and in a way I had never kissed anyone before. When we pulled away he look pleased but also confused. "I couldn't stand the idea that I wasn't the last one to kiss you." Spencer smiled and stood up, bringing me with him this time. I swatted his ass as we walked to the choir room

"Had to be the last one to do that too?" He asked. I just nodded, blushing slightly. We are gonna have to talk about this. We have to talk about jealousy, and insecurity. I shouldn't be that jealous, should I?

A.N. Hello people. This is not betaed, is completely in my own head, and also very choppy. I apologize, I'm just trying to get my footing with these characters. In my head Spencer is super super sensitive about kissing and touching. He hides it with all his macho stuff. Alistair is just gonna be however he pops out of my head and on the page, because he has had like ten lines, the only thing we know for sure is that his parents are hippies. Bye.