AN: Hey guys, guess what? This is not a crossover! Surprise! But if you like crossovers, (beware shameless advertising) you should definitely check out my HP/Glee-crossover "Stars", the most amazing piece of awesome you will ever read. Or my "Bad choices"-series, if you want a good laugh. Hugs n kisses! - Dorian
"Put Mr Puss down!"
"How about no?" Entering their choir room, the Warblers were greeted by the sight of their current and former leader standing on opposite sides of the room. Hunter's arm was poised, ready to throw the shoe in his hand at Sebastian who was using Mr Puss as a shield.
"Right", Trent breathed.
"Wonder what it is this time?" Jeff muttered beside him.
"He's just an innocent bystander!" Hunter complained.
"There is nothing innocent about this cat." Mr Puss complained loudly about his treatment, hanging like a furry c from Sebastian's hands.
"You're hurting him! It's okay, baby, daddy's gonna save you." Hunter made a move as if to throw the shoe. In response, Sebastian immediately lifted the cat, crouching behind it.
"Even consider throwing it on my crotch and I will slay you." Mr Puss meowed loudly again. "Unlike you, I actually use-"
"You cunt! Let him-"
"I resent that. I do not have a cunt, I am a boy. Or else I would have gone to Crawford County Day."
"Smart ass."
"This fixation you have with my body-parts-"
"I do not have a fixation with your-"
"I mean, it's understandable", Sebastian leered. "Even Mr Puss likes me, don't you pussy?" He pecked the sulking cat on the head.
"Don't call him that! And don't kiss him, I just gave him a bath." Of course this only made Sebastian press another kiss on the cat's head. Surprisingly, Mr Puss began to purr.
"I think your cat's got the gay-gene", Sebastian laughed.
"My cat is not a homosexual, now would you please put him down?"
"Well, that depends..."
"Fine, we'll do Whistle." Sebastian raised his eyebrows. Hunter glared at him before putting his shoe back on.
"How are we ever going to make it to National's?" Trent murmured.
"Kidnap Blaine?" Jeff half-joked.
"Wonderful." Sebastian gently put Mr Puss down on the floor. The cat rubbed his head against his leg briefly, then strutted away to his master.
"You guys done?" Trent asked.
"Yes. Now, let's go over the setlist for Sectional's", Hunter said, glaring at a smug Sebastian.
-'-'-
"You're not seriously having me sing a One Direction song?" Sebastian's pissed off voice could be heard several feet away from the choir room.
Not again. Trent exchanged a tired look with Jeff.
"I've thought of a really good dance number for it-" Hunter began.
"No way-"
"Then I'll give your solo to someone else-"
"Then I'll shave Mr Puss."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Let me do Whistle instead."
"No, we've already agreed on me singing it."
"Let's have a vote", Trent quickly cut in, before any shoes where thrown and hostages were taken.
-'-'-
"I sincerely hate you guys", Sebastian sulked. Hunter plonked himself down next to him on the sofa.
"Aaw, Bas, don't go crazy crazy crazy-" he sang, laughing.
"Here kitty kitty kitty. Where the fuck did I put my razor?"