Author's Note:

I did it!

Honestly, totally being truthful here, I thought I was going to procrastinate the crap out of this story when I said I would update it soon. However, I kicked my procrastination in his baby maker, stole its wallet and then wrote this fanfiction!

It actually turned out waaaay longer than expected (I feel like I say that ever time now, but it is true). It might have something to do with the smut. Yes, I wrote smut. I do admit it's been a few chapters. I was thinking about how long it's been (or maybe it hasn't and I've just been over thinking it) since there was some action and I immediately received the idea for some. If you're someone who skips over the smut and just reads this for… whatever reason, you'll know when to skip because there are only two people with their shit in order who should be doing it. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. (Though this is rated M, so I think you guys knew what you came here for)

I digress.

shweirbones: I know, I'm starting to feel really bad for Sebastian and I'm the one doing it to him. Just because I've been so mean to him, I might write a epilogue to help the poor guy out. Thank you so much for being awesome and hopefully, you get everything you want out of this chapter.

MelAnderson: Right? "Well, well" does feel like a Sebastian line. Lol. I always know I did something good when you quote me, it makes me happy. Thank you and yeah, my mom bought the Adele cd, so it's all I was listening to at the time. The songs were just so perfect for both situations! I had to use it! You'll see what the Warblers have in mind ;) Thank you, you're so fantastic, I don't even know what to do.

Dominique: Wow, that's so wonderful of you. It's so hard replying to you because I keep erasing what I wrote because nothing I write can fully express how thankful I am to you and how happy you made me. Anyways, yeah I was thinking people may ship Jeff/Seb. I even warned about it in chapter three. Hahaha. I do that too! I always laugh in the middle of class reading FF and people think I'm crazy! They just don't understand! FF just makes me so giddy! I think by creating a Say Anything (my favorite band) fan is enough for me, I've done my job. Done. By the way, I am very honored to be the first recipient of your comment. Gosh! You're making me blush! Thank you!

Enjoy the chapter everybody :d

xXx

Chapter Seven: A Thunderous Moment

"Wow, this is um," Jeff utters, searching for the right words to say. It is so easy to misuse them nowadays.

"Fucking lame," Sebastian says perfectly.

"Yeah."

The Rec-room is barely big enough for all these people to fit in. A wrong move and it can be considered sexual harassment. It's older than the nice brick buildings; Jeff would have actually preferred the brick buildings to this, even if it is cooler in here. The floor is green and not even carpet, just a huge mat over concrete. Much like the cabins, the walls are paneled, but they're larger here and shine, meaning they're probably not made of real wood. Spaced out are cylinder columns keeping the white ceiling up. They've been written on and scuffed up throughout the years. Tonight pale colored balloons and streamers have been taped on them.

The lights hang lazily, making Jeff nervous they could fall. The refreshments (a punch bowl and servings of pretzels and chips) are laid out on a long table in the corner, next to a stereo. The stereo is hooked up to speakers placed in the corners of the room as they spill out bad 80s music. Right now, out of everything else, Ghostbusters is on.

No one seems to be enjoying themselves. What they're all doing should not be categorized as dancing, but bobbing a little in place. They also look way overdressed for the occasion.

"Don't enjoy it too much boys," Puck sneers, walking into the room, "It's all about to change."

xXx

Blaine makes his way to cabin 5B, excitedly. He doesn't get to see Kurt much during the day with their given schedules. Also, they're both too paranoid about getting a bad record to skip like Jeff and Puck. Wow, he never thought he'd ever think of them as a duo. Oh, well, weirder things have happened.

He steps into the cabin, making a knock on the wall, "Hey, Kurt, I'm here."

"Oh!" He hears Kurt gasp, panicking in the den. There's rustling and a spiteful curse word towards a very bad table, which causes Blaine to feel slightly alarmed.

Carefully, Blaine treads slowly towards the den and merely peaks through the door at first. Confused, he cocks his head and emerges further into the room. "What is going on?" He asks.

All Kurt has on are sweat pants (that Blaine knows cannot possible be his) and a blue stripped crew-neck T-shirt. His hair isn't even styled.

"Is this some sort of statement?" Blaine guesses, not really having any confidence in it. Normally Kurt's statements are little flashier.

Kurt almost missed whatever Blaine said, stuck on how sexy Blaine looks tonight. Those jeans look painted on they're so tight. Turning red, Kurt clears his throat and remembers what's going on. He's actually very elated about it. Kurt almost has a jump in his step, going over to Blaine.

Beaming, Kurt grabs Blaine's hands and leads him to the couch, "I just had this idea, we don't have to, but I will have you know, I worked quite hard over it."

Blaine chuckles, letting Kurt sit him on the couch. He looks so cute, presenting the room. He takes this sad little space and makes it into something outstanding, "I thought we could skip the dance tonight." He presents the table as if he were Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune, "I snuck out some popcorn and sodas, but if you notice I put them in champagne glasses I found… well, they're only plastic, but that's not the point."

He moves to the T.V, making Blaine's smile widen. "Also," Kurt points out, "I had Finn fix the T.V, so we can either search for really bad T.V shows or really bad T.V movies, your choice."

"Thank you," Blaine nods.

From the side of the couch, Kurt picks up his fluffy brown blanket from home. He holds it against his chest and plops down next to Blaine. He restrains his smile, trying not to appear too eager, "So? What do you think?"

"You did all this?" Blaine asks, pleasantly surprised, "For me?" He can't stop himself from smiling. Kurt is always a pleasant surprise and with each surprise, it never ceases to throw him over the moon.

"Of course," Shyly, Kurt shrugs a little, "I love you and I've missed you. I don't want to spend the night with hundreds of kids and you. I'd rather spend it just with you."

Blaine turns his body, caressing Kurt's soft cheek. His hand stays there as his thumb gently moves up and down the silkiness of his skin. He gazes into the gray and blue in Kurt's eye, dreamily. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve such bliss, but he's thankful he's allowed to keep it.

"I can't imagine a better evening," Blaine sighs, sweetly. Turning into his arm for a moment, he chuckles. He peaks up, feeling a little embarrassed, "But now I seem to be overdressed."

Bravely, Kurt kisses the hand on his cheek. His heart leaps every time he makes a move, or initiates anything. He's never been a confident person when it comes to feeling sexy, but he wants Blaine to think he's the only person in the world and if he has to do something that reduces himself to a flustered mess, he will. His words tremble, unable to mask his nerves, "That's something we can fix."

Blaine basks in the blush on Kurt's face and grins. He closes the space between them in no hurry, wanting to feel the sweet little breathes Kurt makes on his lips before he kisses his. The kiss is quick as Blaine breaks away to take off his suspenders. Keen all of a sudden, Kurt drops the blanket on the ground and helps by undoing Blaine's tie.

The fabric between his hands, he looks up for a moment and catches Blaine's eyes. They're stuck there as all the delicious thoughts enter their minds. They're too appetizing for Blaine to wait around for.

Hungry for it, Blaine dips into Kurt's lips. The sudden impact causes a quick moan from Kurt. He gasps for a breath between another kiss as he grabs Blaine's neck. It's warm in his hands. His hands slip inside his collar, discovering warmer skin and its softness. He slides his hands around Blaine's shoulders and back up his neck, incapable of getting enough of him.

Blaine growls deep from his chest and takes Kurt's waist. He moves him on his lap, so he may kiss him properly. He sucks on Kurt's lips, tasting his natural sweetness. Kurt gasps, his breathe stolen away.

He dives into Blaine's lips as he's freed, unable to help himself. Their mouths open for the next kiss, and then Blaine whirls his tongue around Kurt's. His hands fondle Kurt's waist, straightening Kurt's back. He leans closer into him because of it. His hands move inside his shirt and they glide up his chest, letting his fingers study every inch of his porcelain skin.

The second his fingers graze Kurt's nipple, he involuntarily gasps, sharply "Ah!"

Sweet music, Blaine thinks, feeling the twitch in his pants get even more excited. Kurt felt that to, a tingling crawling under his skin. For pay back, Kurt rocks against Blaine's crotch, creating sweet friction against the two hot organs. It makes the former Warbler moan out with his head tilting back so he may enjoy it. Hurriedly, he kicks off his shoes.

He bites his lip as Kurt seizes the opportunity. He lays savory kisses down the side of Blaine's neck, sucking at the nape of his neck. He starts unbuttoning Blaine's shirt, needing to feel his warm body against his. Blaine snuggles his head against Kurt's, moaning again.

No one does this to him the way Kurt can and he's not even meaning to drive him this crazy. Just that alone makes him too adorable.

Blaine's hold on Kurt tightens just before he moves him on the couch. Kurt on his back, he lays there with his hands by his head. He stares up at Blaine, longingly. His undone tie and shirt hangs by the sides of his magnificent chest. He reaches and touches it as Blaine places a nice kiss on his cheek.

Kurt chuckles, "Now I'm overdressed."

Blaine snickers teasingly, way ahead of him, "That's something we can fix."

Kurt laughs again, letting Blaine pull his shirt off and over his head. He places it beside the blanket. Without noticing, he's pulled into Kurt's embrace. The moment their bodies touch, it releases a jittering sensation through them. Blaine nips at Kurt's neck, needing to put his mouth on something.

Finding himself panting, Kurt shudders an exasperation as Blaine pushes their crotches, careening Kurt against the couch. The little dust balls trapped in the couch's threads scrape Kurt's defenseless skin. He ignores it, immersing himself with sensation pulsing through his veins.

"I love you," Blaine whispers into Kurt's ear as he reaches for his pants.

"I love you too," Kurt sighs, his senses clouded. Sitting up, on Kurt's lap, Blaine unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. Kurt watches in wonder, missing the closeness already. He bends back over, shimming out of his pants. Kurt spies his lucky Harry Potter boxer shorts, the ones with the golden snitches on them, but what's sticking out is the same thing that's sticking up for Kurt.

Blaine kisses Kurt, distracting him from any anxiety. All he needs to know is he's here for Kurt. He also pulls down Kurt's underwear and the sweat pants at the same time. Kurt feels a cool chill over him, forcing the pants off his ankles.

He notices Blaine's gaze, studying him and his blush burns with a vengeance. Blaine yanks down his shorts and Kurt has to find his breathe again. No matter how many times they do this, his stomach still flips and his heart still races. He wonders if it'll ever stop being so intimidating.

However, when he sees Blaine, Kurt caresses Blaine's cheek lovingly; he knows everything will be just fine. Blaine smiles and leans down for another kiss. He feels Kurt's smile against his lips and suddenly, nothing else matters. Carefully, his hands slide down Kurt's chest and over his dick. Kurt trembles and hums behinds his lips. He wasn't ready for it, not that he's complaining. Blaine holds him, slowly pulling him up and down.

"Ah," Kurt's back arches as he gargles his moan. It's too titillating for him to keep his eyes open.

Blaine takes Kurt's natural juices and travels to his backside, slipping two fingers into his hot hole. He feels Kurt tighten around his fingers instantly as he gasps again. His fingers wiggle around and Kurt feels like his going crazy, opening his legs more.

Yearning for something to hold, Kurt fingers Blaine's hair, gripping it for a moment. His hands slide back to his shoulder and he holds his arms, unable to control himself anymore. Blaine's fingers scissor and he has to grab Kurt's thigh with his free hand, lifting him up more. His fingers squish around Kurt, stretching him out as he burns inside.

"Ready?" Blaine asks, after a moment, noticing his own panting now. He can't take it anymore.

"Please," Kurt nods, clutching desperately to the arm rest above him.

Holding his thighs up, Blaine pressing himself next to Kurt's hole, prodding it for a moment. The slight touch causes sweet jitters through Blaine and he wants more of it, almost selfishly. He slides himself in and he groans automatically, "Oh, yes."

Kurt feels himself grow full and as Blaine slides in and out he feels even hotter. Blaine bends over, wrapped in Kurt's heat. He levels himself, two hands on either side of Kurt. Kurt reaches out and squeezes Blaine's chest. Their breaths end up synchronizing, each gasp more desperate than the last.

The sensation building, Blaine holds Kurt's dick, rubbing it as he enters in and out of him. Kurt practically screams from the enticement, "Blaine!"

"Kurt!" Blaine calls back, driving closer to the edge.

As if they are a balloon the tantalizing sensation grows and grows, taking over their whole bodies, making no room for any thing else. This balloon needs to pop.

"I'm gonna cum," Kurt gasps. "Oh," he flinches and feels it drawing closer.

"Cum with me!" Blaine calls out, fastening his pace.

A riot rips through them and they both scream, letting it rattle in their bodies. Kurt holds Blaine tightly as they shoot off their pleasure, reveling in it.

As quickly as it came, the sooner it all passes. Blaine chokes on a breath before he can fully inhale. He relaxes against Kurt's body, kissing him adoringly. Kurt ruffles through Blaine's hair again, relishing this kiss. Relishing the way it all feels, how good it feels. So good they're breathless from it.

"This," Blaine utters, but stops to kiss him again. He breaks it, laying his head comfortably on Kurt's chest, "this was a really good idea."

Kurt chuckles, letting the thought drift off into a sigh. "Believe it or not Blaine, but I did not plan this part."

They laugh and wonder if they even need anything else but each other to enjoy the night. The thought of the dance never enters their minds again…

xXx

Yeah, the dance is still lame. A small part of Jeff wants someone to go berserk and start smashing stuff to get this party going. Not like that's going to happen, nobody seems to have enough life to even throw a napkin.

"I'm back," Sebastian acknowledges his existence, joining Jeff by the wall. Jeff tries to hide his peering stare. Under these crappy lights, it's easier to see Sebastian's black eye. It doesn't seem to be getting any better, if anything it's getting significantly more grody every second.

"You're staring," Sebastian points out, slightly amused, presenting two red solo cups.

"Sorry," Jeff blushes and takes a cup, "What is it?"

"Some orange liquid, I wanted to find some Mountain Dew, because you advertise it on your naughty parts, but nothing but this stuff."

He's referring to Jeff's boxers when they were in the forest together.

Jeff frowns, making a few dry chuckles, "Hahaha, you're so funny."

"I know." Jeff snorts and sips on his drink. It has a slimy texture that Jeff has to spit back out. "Ugh," he groans, shuddering in his revulsion, "That's some nasty stuff."

Sebastian laughs at him, forgetting any idea of drinking his. So far this would be the most interesting part of the dance…

Meanwhile, far more interesting things are going on outside, away from the dance.

"This is a bad idea," Will Shuester whispers, carefully walking through the woods, the back way towards the Rec-center. He's wearing his black vest tonight, one he mainly uses for stealth.

Stumbling around the roots and unpredictable rock positions, Emma tries her best to keep up with Will in her heals. She's rather thrilled by all of this with big smiles, "I think it's all rather exciting."

On their backs are the same fated black backpacks Jeff and Puck used to raid Vocal Adrenaline's cabinets. However, tonight they're filled with much more impressive contraband.

Serious about this, Will asks her, stopping for a moment, "But what kind of example am I setting for the kids?"

"Oh, it's okay," She waves her hand, dismissing the thought, "No one is going to get hurt. If anything, you're telling them they should live life to its fullest!" She clasps her hands, encouragingly with her smile.

Her cheerful disposition rubs off on Will and he has to smile too, "Okay."

"Okay." She leans over and gives him a little peck. He holds her neck, getting a bigger kiss. She giggles, tickled by the butterflies in her chest.

"Oh, please," Sue's unmistakable disgusted voice barrels in. She's barging over, arms swinging swiftly by her sides, "We're on a mission. Save the tender moment when the bullets are flying."

Emma speaks up in her mousy tone, "Sue, um, I don't think it's going to come to that-"

"That will be your first and last mistake, my soulless friend," Sue walks ahead, motioning them to follow.

Why on earth she, out of all people, had to come, Will can't deal with. He knows this is a favor to Puck and the other kids, not only the New Directions, but all the kids at the camp, but is it worth it when has to deal with Sue? Probably not, Will thinks.

Besides, if not for the kids, this is for themselves. They all do have one thing in common:

They hate Colonel Crawford.

Still, Will has to roll his eyes and follows her. Emma contains a laugh, having to hurry behind them.

"Here looks sufficient," Sue stops in a safe place in the woods, but close to where the dance is going on. Ignoring Will, Sue looks to Emma, "Is the pink man in place?"

"Uh, yes," Emma nods, meekly, "Sandy is all ready to go."

"Fantastic. Buttchin," She refers to Will, (Will holds in all his frustrations, repeating, "This is for the kids. This for the kids" in his head, over and over) "and I will handle this area. You go on to the next location and set up there. When the clock strikes exactly nine-thirty, do your job, no matter what."

Emma nods, "Good luck." She touches Will's arm and smiles, before retreating around to the other side of the Rec-center.

On the ground, Sue clears the ground of nearby leaves and sticks, until there's a clear patch of visible dirt. Will joins her on his knees, unzipping the bag. There, all brightly packaged, are dozens of heavy-duty fireworks, some thick as others are slim, but still packed with the same amount of punch.

Will hasn't seen so many fireworks since he spent Fourth of July further down South.

They start stacking them around the ground, facing all the fuses the same way. Nervously, Will checks his watch: 8:29. Man, he's starting to feel like this is actually happening, right in his gut. He's never been a wild person and it feels weird, at his age, to be starting now.

Staring at her own watch, Sue announces as if she's the head of this operation, "Twenty second count down, time to light up." Will nods and reaches for the red bic lighter in his pocket. He sparks the fuel inside, making a small little flame appear.

Sue suddenly blows it out and before Will can fully groan, she rants, "Might wanna let me do it William. Your macaroni hair is so dry it may ignite just by the fire's shine." She takes the lighter from him. He was prepared for this, though.

He takes out another lighter, a bright little yellow one, "We'll both do it. I'll start from the other end. You take this one. We'll meet at the middle."

As they debate, somewhere close, Sandy stands with two roman candles lit in his hands. The sparks flying off the fuses are a mirror image of the excitement kicking around inside him. He jogs in place, ready to go.

"This is so exciting!" He squeals, getting a little too caught up in it.

Completely innocent to it all, back inside the Rec room, Jeff is approached by a very lovely Santana in her blue sequined teacup dress. This would also be the first time Jeff has seen her with her lush black hair down. It's laid on one shoulder. She is hand in hand with Brittany in a matching blue sweet heart dress.

"What's up Creamsicle?" Santana greets him, measuring his person up and down. "You look beautiful," Jeff smiles, and actually receives a hug from Santana. It kind of frightened him, a part of his mind thought that would be the moment she would pull out a knife and slay him. It didn't happen and he feels a little guilty for thinking it. Surprisingly, he also gets a hug from Brittany.

"Are you ready?" Santana asks, carrying a little mischief in her full red lips, "It's almost time."

"Time for what?" Jeff blinks.

"You know," Brittany starts, leaning forward as if sharing a secret, "party time."

Curiously, Sebastian walks around to them (from throwing away those nasty drinks, just their smell was making them sick). He ignores the glare she gives him, listening to her say, "I thought Puck told you what was going on. You did help him steal the booze, right?"

"Being a part of something and actually knowing what's going on is two completely different concepts," Jeff argues on his behalf.

Santana gives him a nice "bitch please" look and then calls him on his bullshit. Again, she tricks him into insulting himself. This has become a new dance that Jeff doesn't really enjoy.

To save him, Sebastian raises, "Anything we need to do?"

She drops a heavy glare, "Just don't get in the way bitchlet."

"Oh, just suck me Santana," Sebastian sighs, too tired of fighting her or to be witty. He tried to be civil for Jeff's sake, but bitches like her effect his allergies. He breaks out in "fuck offs" and middle fingers.

Santana opens her mouth, readying another missile from her arsenal of insults when a sound louder than her voice, booms outside the Rec room. The whole room quiets to an anxious murmur, listening to a high-pitched wail fly through the air. Behind that is the musical styling of Wham! It's a little awkward.

Back outside, Emma squeals running from the fireworks shooting off like a rocket into the sky. They explode, making a thunderous boom that makes Emma's nervous giggles louder. The colors shine onto the bleak darkness of the woods.

"I FEEL ALIVE!" Sandy Ryerson yells to the top of his lungs, his hands over his head. The roman candles fly off into the air magically, making Sandy feel like a God.

Curiously, back in the Rec room, Jeff and his group wander to a close by window. They watch the lights sparkle in the air and Jeff finds himself actually, "Aaaaaah-ing."

All the counselors glance around, having to make a decision. They know they need to go check everything out and they really believe everything will be fine. What harm could these kids possibly do? "Don't worry kids," One counselor announces as all the adults file out of the room in a hurry, panicking only a little.

The moment the doors shut, Puck shouts by the stereo, "Now!" Breaking from the group, Santana locks the closet door while Brittany runs and locks the other doors. Confusion rumbles in the conversations and nobody seems to understand. Puck, as he's hooking his iPod to the stereo, announces to the crowd, "Alright! The counselors are gone! Let's start the real party!"

By the snack table, Sam and Mike pull up the tablecloth, revealing all of the alcohol on the table's bottom shelf. The teachers, without knowing had rolled the booze in themselves.

Scurrying to the lights, the Rachael, Mercedes and Tina tape colored paper over the shades, changing the room into a dim lighted club scene. Hues of the rainbow falls over small places and people.

"Go crazy!" Puck shouts, starting the music. The Party Rock Anthem blares from the speakers, loud enough for them to crackle. Finally getting it and completely loving it, the crowd cheers. Instantly, most kids run to the newly improved refreshment table.

That puts a jump in Sebastian's step. He starts wavering towards the table too, "I better go get us some drinks before they're all gone."

"Great," Santana grins from behind, putting her hands on Jeff's shoulders, "Go get us drinks while Jeff and I dance."

"I'm not getting you a damn thing," Sebastian frowns, disappearing in the crowd.

"I'll get them," Brittany suggests and quickly dives into the crowd too.

With a smirk, Santana wraps her arm around Jeff's shoulder and leads him to the dance floor in the middle of the room. The bodies jump up and down to the beat, bumping about each other with no regard for anybody but themselves. Jeff has to dodge a few fists pumps to avoid the same fate as Sebastian's face. It doesn't help he's not really paying attention to what's going on.

He's dancing into Santana, yet his eyes wander, searching for a different dance partner. He wonders if Nick was able to make it inside in time. He prays he hasn't missed him. If he did get in, it'll be even harder to find him, everyone going wild the way they are. He spots girls spinning around on the columns, rubbing against them as if they were stripper poles. Guys are running like mad, picking up girls off the ground and carrying them off. Everyone has to scream in order to have a conversation.

Things really started escalating quickly. Jeff doesn't think anyone had planned it that way.

Santana yells like it's nothing, still dancing like a boss. "What are you looking for?"

"A friend!" Jeff feels his voice crack in that yell.

"Big nose?"

"His nose isn't that big!"

"Okay, SURE!"

He sighs and the song changes to Rihanna's Rude Boy, which Jeff can only assume will provoke many misgivings. Pushing through the disordered mass of people that formed around them, Brittany holds two small white Dixie cups in her hands. She hands one to Santana.

Confused Santana cocks her head, "Brittany, where did you get these?"

Innocently, Brittany takes a sip and explains, "I couldn't find the table so I just filled these cups with water from the tap in the bathroom."

"Oh, Brittany," Santana sighs, compassionately and puts her arm around her girlfriend, "I'll help you find it."

"Wait!" Jeff panics "Don't leave me!"

Santana rolls her eyes, "Oh my god, Creamsicle grow a pair."

She leaves him with that nice little gift, alone in the sea of strangers. Jeff can't even see any Warblers to join. He also, just pointing this out, looks like an idiot standing around while all the other people around him dance. He's very out of place.

"Hey!" Instinctively, Jeff turns his head. He thought it was Sebastian and hoped it was Nick, but it's someone else. There's a familiar guy with his hair spiked up and dressed only half nice in his jeans and white button up. A fellow shaggy haired blonde accompanies him, wearing a black pinstriped vest over a gray T-shirt. He has on charcoal pants that hug his muscular legs.

"Do you remember me?" Spikey-Head asks, eyeing Jeff in a way that makes his skin crawl.

"Uh," Jeff lets that garble hang in the air while he thinks. The guy isn't from any of his classes. He would remember that insane creeper stare, but where else has he been- He suddenly remembers, "Oh! You're, um," he can't stop himself from sounding like a muddled mess, "from Vocal Adrenaline. You uh, helped with the drinks, right? Nice to see you," he smiles, hoping that will end the conversation.

The feel of these guys isn't sitting right with Jeff.

He's able to turn a little before Shaggy-Blonde takes his shoulder. It isn't aggressive, but Jeff doesn't like it. "Where are you going?" He asks, trying to make his smile seem warm, "Let's dance a little."

Jeff didn't notice Spikey-Head move to his other side. He feels trapped between the two bodies, especially with the dance crowd tightening up. It occurs to him how hot the room has become from all the body heat building up in this tiny space. It's getting hard to breathe.

Flustered, Jeff takes a needed gulp of air and tries to talk his way out of this, "S-sorry, but I uh, my group is just over there and I don't want to, uh, you know? Keep them waiting-"

He takes a step and Shaggy-Blonde takes Jeff's waist in his hands.

"It's a group," Spikey-Head shrugs and grins, leaning into Jeff too much. He can smell the alcohol in each word, "They'll be fine with one less."

The two strangers begin dancing, making a Jeff sandwich. "I really need to-" Jeff tries to beg, when they press against him. Nauseous, Jeff has to lift his hands to stop them from coming too close. Their added heat makes him lighted headed and sick. He wants to just crawl out of his skin and get out of here. T

his is not how his summer was supposed to go. He was supposed to sing and enjoy something he loves. He was supposed to be having fun with the Warblers and goof around with them. He should have been hanging out with Nick and getting closer to him… he definitely was not supposed to be uncomfortably grinded against by two strange guys to the point he wants to cry.

"Alright," A harsh, deep voice steps in and a hand grabs Jeff's arm. The hand pulls him from the dangers of grinding with strangers. Jeff sees Nick there, holding him close. Nick smiles calmly, but at the same time, squeezes tightly on Jeff's arm, "Thank for keeping my date warm…"

Date. Date. Date. Date. Jeff totally knows Nick is just saying that for his verbal middle finger towards those guys, but earlier this summer just joking about them being together would have made him uncomfortable. He's not though. Date. Date. Date. Date.

"No foul man," Spikey-Head guy raised his hands, motioning his friend. They walk away and Jeff can breathe again.

"Ohmygodthankyousomuch," he heaves out, trying to stop himself from trembling. He really didn't know what to do there. His timid words aren't enough to be noticed.

Under his hand, Nick can feel the jitters. He understands why. When Nick noticed Jeff from across the crowd, he never looked so uncomfortable. Miserably he lets go, "No problem. Just be more careful." He isn't ready to talk yet. He's hasn't got sufficiently wasted yet.

"Hold on Nick," Jeff says quickly, seeing him trying to escape into the is not getting away this time. "Nick!" Jeff calls out again, amazed and slightly annoyed he has enough gull to think he can run again.

Only a few feet away, Sebastian's heart sinks. Jeff is going after Nick. So soon? Does he really need to talk to him, already? Why can't he wait? Sebastian doesn't think it would be that bad for Jeff to only be his for a little while longer. Jeff wouldn't know that though. He has no reason to believe Sebastian is so hung up on him. In a moment of dread, Sebastian gets worked up and chucks the drinks in his hands to the ground.

Urgently, he pushes through the crowd. Just as Jeff takes a step, Sebastian is there to stop him, "Wait! Jeff!" He grabs his wrist, tighter than Nick had him, more desperate than Nick had to be. Surprised, Jeff's eyes widen as he whirls around.

"Sebastian?" He blinks, completely thrown. He concerned, but he also doesn't have time for this.

Sebastian's mind is empty. All he remembers to do is breathe and that's all that leaves his lips for a moment. He swallows and licks his nervous lips. Jeff's big brown eyes hit him hard and he can't handle them. He looks down. C'mon, he tells himself, you're Sebastian. You don't get like this. Speak!

"Jeff," Sebastian gasps, forcing the words out, "I have to tell you-"

"Can you later?" Jeff innocently asks, feeling an anxiety of his own. He's fidgeting in Nick's direction… Sebastian knows there's nothing he can do…

His hold tenses up, making his hand shake. He speaks seriously, receiving Jeff's attention, maybe for the last time. He means every word of it, more than Jeff will ever know. "If things don't go the way you planned and you get disappointed…" His words drift sorrowfully. He clear his throat, earning his voice back, "I'll be right here and if you get tired of all the confusion, come back to me. I'm a sure thing…" He let's go, Jeff's hand glides through the air back to his side.

Ah

Jeff realizes it now, I finally understand one thing.

Blushing, he doesn't say anything. There's not one sentence, or one word that will make Sebastian feel any better. That's not true. There are, but they're not something Jeff can honestly say.

With a sentimental smile, Jeff gives Sebastian one more look and runs after Nick.

Great, Sebastian thinks darkly and because no one else is there, he has to be the one to make himself feel better. He chuckles on the brink of boiling over, "I'm outta love and booze."

Completely naive to it all, the music still blares and the campers still dance without one care in the word.

Jeff finds Nick in a back room, where an empty kitchen is. He appears to be searching around. "What are you doing?" Jeff asks him, scarring the crap out of Nick.

He huffs out his panic, continuing his search. He's avoiding looking at Jeff's face. He's not trying to be cold. Confrontation is just too much for him to handle. The closer and closer they come to talking, the closer and closer he is to vomiting.

This is scary.

And Nick isn't physic. He doesn't know what Jeff is going to say. All he knows, is he's probably going to say something really stupid. Nick's brain just stops filtering out the idiotic stuff when there's a confrontation. For example, Nick confronting Jeff for the truth: that didn't go well at all. If anything, that confrontation ruined their friendship.

"I need some air," Nick explains, trying to pry open a window above the stove, "You know? Real air that isn't a mixture of alcoholic burps and sweat."

Jeff would laugh if he wasn't so nervous.

Peaking, Nick glances over to Jeff. He blushes. He forgot he can actually see Jeff's face tonight and man, is he not the cutest thing in the whole god damn world? Embarrassed, he doesn't think and the words fly out of his mouth, "What do you care? Shouldn't you go dance with Sebastian?" Upon seeing it, he storms through a nearby threshold, "He's your date right?" His voice is dull from the other room. "Actually, you need to find him just to tell him he's a really shitty date, leaving you with those vultures."

See:

No filter.

Not this again, Jeff mentally rolls his eyes. "He's not my date," He drops seriously, wishing he could etch it into Nick's brain. He goes to the room over, a small room, mostly filled with cruddy old boxes. At the end of the room is a door.

"Ah, ha!" Nick laughs gallantly as if he's one upped anything. He starts pushing the boxes aside, making his way towards the door.

An irritation itching in his head, Jeff crosses his arms and growls. "Can you even stand to be in the same room as me Nick?" Jeff asks, but there's no answer. There's only the sound of empty boxes hitting the ground. He asks another questioning, thinking this one is easier, "Are you even listening to me?" Still, he says nothing.

However, something Nick had once said does ring in Jeff's memory, "you just won't be able to help yourself."

As Nick finally opens the door, this might be the moment he can't help.

In a rage, he drops his arms and storms through the door. Nick escapes to the outside, Jeff closely behind him. He stops though, finding the view of Nick's back to be the most infuriating thing on the planet.

He uses everything inside him he's found over the summer: his anger, his determination and his courage to scream at Nick, the loudest he can and ever has, "GOD DAMMIT NICK," He shuts his eyes, squeezing all of this out, "I DON'T FUCKING LIKE SEBASTIAN YOU DOUCHEBAG SO JUST LISTEN TO ME, GOD DAMMIT. FUCK! HELL! BULLSHIT! TITS!"

Nick could not move, not for a millisecond during any of that. His feet were frozen to the ground. Slowly, Nick looks around. His eyes are wide in complete shock as he watches Jeff pant and blush.

Carefully, Nick walks over to the blonde, taking him by his arms. He's deeply concerned, "Jeff, are you having an aneurism? Are you okay? Did that just happen?"

"You just have to understand," Jeff sighs, pleadingly, "I don't like Sebastian."

Letting him go, Nick takes a step back. He shakes his head, the serious tension getting to him. Mindfully, he speaks quietly, "You say that but…"

"I don't like Sebastian. That's it."

"But-"

"NO!" Jeff shouts again, waving his arms around like a crazy person, being as clear as he can be, "There's no but! There are no butts here!"

"Actually," Like a dork, Nick chuckles and raises two fingers, "there are two butts here-" Instantly, Jeff smacks his arm around continuously, "This is not the time for joking around!" He continues to hit him, feeling all his frustrations being beaten into Nick's arm. He just laughs, which makes this all even more frustrating.

"Hey," A very definable adult's voice, creeps up from a distance, "Who's over there?"

Freaked, Nick takes Jeff's arm—this would be the fourth time he's been grabbed. Jeff is starting to feel like a rag doll—and leads them both to a tree. Nick's body hits the tree hard as he holds Jeff in his arms. Jeff's arms are trapped by his sides, feeling Nick's hands on his back. They're protective and strong, but not like Sebastian's arms at all. It's tender in these arms and loving. Jeff wishes to melt in it.

The adults wander closer. The two boy's heart beat frantically against each other. It makes Jeff even more nervous. He glances at Nick's face just as he's doing the same. Their eyes locked, Jeff feels overwhelmed by his feelings. He can't wait any longer. He whispers, "Nick, do you believe me?"

"What?" Nick whispers back in a panic, "Can't this wait-?"

"No."

Nick sighs, "How can I believe you? If you don't like Sebastian, then what has all this been about?"

"Nick, I've never liked Sebastian… I always," Jeff heart is caught in his throat. This is so hard to say. Feeling out of breath, after everything he's said this summer, he whispers, "I always liked you, Nick."

Before Nick's brain can fully process this information, Jeff closes the tiny gap between them and kisses Nick's lips. Surprised, Nick takes a great inhale through his nose and doesn't know what to do. His heart doesn't just skip, it takes a gigantic leap. He's pretty sure it completely stopped for a moment.

Electricity sparks through Jeff, he's so happy. It's as if his skin is dancing to the music his heart is blaring. He'll stay in this moment forever if time permitted it.

That would be a difficult reality though.

Suddenly, a flash light travels in their direction and they both freak. They break apart and are frozen for a moment. There has to be something said. Someone should say something in this kind of situation, however, time doesn't even allow that.

"You two!" A scolding voice snaps. Jeff pushes Nick to the side, making him run. Jeff runs too, wondering if he can make it around the building in time. He rounds the corner and runs right into a ball of flab. The flab speaks, pompously, "Jeff Sterling."

Instantly, Jeff's stomach plummets to his shoes. Slowly, completely terrified, Jeff's eyes gaze up to the Colonel who is gladly smirking down at him."We finally meet," he says.

Jeff stands up—now twice the Colonel's size—and makes a shrimpy wave, "Uh, good evening Colonel Crawford."

"It's time we had a talk," the Colonel glares, "My office. Now."

Jeff can't even answer, he just swallows his tongue and quickly shuffles around him. He jumps on the sidewalk, talking a cooling breathe. He looks around, seeing the Colonel watching him, but his eyes pass him. Nick isn't in sight. Hopefully he was able to get away…

Then, it hits him, like really hits him. He just kissed Nick. Nick Duval. Nick.

The excitement that was once fluttering through him, rapidly contorts into organ clenching, blood thinning dread. He's freaking out. Jeff just knows the Colonel found out about Sebastian and him. He has to have seen Nick and his kiss. He must think Jeff was a part of the dance anarchy (which he is, but the man doesn't have to assume so quickly). He's going to try to make Jeff crack and spill all the beans and he doesn't even like beans! Honestly, at the moment, there's only one way to describe what Jeff is feeling. He slides his hands in his pockets, feeling like giving up as he sings:

"There's a moment you know… you're fucked."

He wonders what he's supposed to do with himself. Jeff truly is ridiculous. Things like this don't happen to older people. Is that what he should blame? His youth? Is it his youth that forces him to be a complete space case? He goes on, pushing away the walls closing in on him:

"Not an inch more room to self-destruct
No more moves– oh yeah, the dead-end zone
Man, you just can't call your soul your own"

Back at the dance, Sebastian understands this "fucked" feeling. He feels wretched inside and that pisses him off. He chuckles darkly against the wall alone, a first time wall flower:

"But the thing that makes you really jump
Is that the weirdest shit is still to come
You can ask yourself: "Hey, what have I done?"
You're just a fly – the little guys, they kill for fun"

Nick has no idea what's even going on. He's just so frustrated with himself. WHY DIDN'T I SAY ANYTHING? He screams in his mind as he hides in the woods from the adults. Not trying to he stumbled upon the fireworks Sue and Will blasted. He doesn't care though. Millions of words at his disposal and Nick couldn't say one. He didn't even tell Jeff how much he liked it or how happy he was they kissed. He pulls at his hair, just kicking himself:

"Man, you're fucked if you just freeze up
Can't do that thing – that keeping still"

From his corner, Sebastian sings out. The angry feeling is brewing in his stomach and he's ready to let it out:

"But, you're fucked if you speak your mind"

They all sing having for the first time, one thing in common:

"And you know – uh huh – you will"

From outside the Rec room, the counselors are not enjoying the festivities. How dare these kids defy them and make them look stupid. These kids are going to remember what happened for years and use it against them when school comes back around… but not if they stop it. Outlining the building, the counselors make themselves clear:

"Yeah, you're fucked all right – and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked – will they mess you up?
Well you know they're gonna try"

Jeff can only imagine what the Colonel is going to lecture about and it's total crap. So he's young and that makes him naïve and incompetent. He doesn't regret one thing about tonight, or this whole summer. That's what being young is about anyways, doing something stupid and gaining something amazing from it… He opens and closes his hands, mocking the Colonel:

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"

The boys join in:

Nick thinking about his own stupid mouth. He must have looked like an idiot.

Sebastian imagining whatever bull Nick had idiotically spit out at Jeff:

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"

Sebastian jumps from the wall, starting to annoy himself. Who was he kidding? Saying he didn't care. Hell yeah he cares and he knew this would happen, that he would get hurt. He always told people playing the love game was a challenge for many players, but in the end, there's only two winners. The odds were against him from the beginning. He wishes he could take it all back and change the game. He goes through the crowd, releasing himself of what's been eating him inside, his heart:

"Disappear – yeah, well, you wanna try
Wanna bundle up into some big ass lie
Long enough for them to all just quit
Long enough for you to get out of it"

The people, all the students around him go wild again. He watches people being picked up and spun around. Girls lift their arms in the air as if they'll take off and fly. People sing to the top of their lungs, jumping on tables and swing from the columns like their words will be heard to the tops of mountains:

"Yeah, you're fucked all right – and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked – will they mess you up?
Well you know they're gonna try

Jeff and Nick can't control themselves either, singing loud enough to be caught:

"Yeah, you're fucked all right – and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked – will they mess you up?
Well you know they're gonna try"

Suddenly, Jeff breaks out into a run. He can not stop running, beating his feet into the ground. Pushing hard off the pavements puts power back inside him, feeling a second wind over take him. Suddenly, everyone in the Rec room starts jumping around. They head bang, whirl their hair around and run laps around the room. It feels good becoming some uncontainable energy. The boundaries around you are almost comical and nothing frightens you at that moment, because you're happy. You find yourself actually having fun, letting yourself go.

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"

Sebastian runs over and grabs Santana and Brittany, spinning them around in a ring. They stop to jump around, still holding each other's hands. Jeff continues to run. Nick can't stop feeling frustrated.

"Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah

Totally fucked!"

They all sing the last line, but really, as Jeff looks at the Colonel's office doors, he may be the only one truly fucked.

xXx

Set List: Totally Fucked from the Musical "Spring Awakening"

Thank you for reading this fanfiction and I hope you all got some enjoyment out of it.

It is now almost one o'clock in the morning, so I really need to upload this and:

GO. TO. SLEEP.

Man, I upload all my chapters around this time… siiigh.

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EDIT: Sorry, if a letter is off of a word or something, but I again had to go back and edit through Fanfiction's editor to space out all the paragraphs. Sorry again.