Author's note:

Hey guys, how's it rolling, ...ehm, okay. Huntbastian for you!

Warnings: expect some dub-con and abuse (it got kind of nasty this time), some fighting, assaults (This first rule of Fight Club is...)

I'm getting those great reviews from you when you try to guess what will happen next - and guh, like nobody got it right till now, so I'm nervous what will you say about the next chapter, because things will mess up again and there will be somebody who has an important part in the future, like a lot, but at first they would have fun, muhaha

Spoilers, FYI: there are (probably, but anything can happen) going to be about two more chapters + one final long.

Thanks to Ranibow2malfoy for beta-reading;)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 10

On the way back they didn't speak much. After two hours, Hunter stopped for gas, Sebastian asked if he wanted to switch, but Hunter was always nervous when somebody drove his car and he denied.

"I think the group from McKinley knows about what you did," Sebastian said when they were back on the road. "It would explain the message from Blaine."

"You guys texting?"

"No," Sebastian said. "About three weeks ago he wrote me and I quote: You were cheating. I didn't know what he meant; if somebody was spreading rumours about me or he knew about us or something – I just didn't know and it was weird. But now I do know, and it is a relief, that it was just about the competition."

"Hmm, so this means he is the organizer, I received an anonymous email, now we know who sent it."

"What are we going to do?"

"I will arrange a meeting; find out what he has against us and how he got it. Warblers have a traitor, I guess."

"Why would anybody tell them after we won? He would put himself in a danger."

"Because not everybody took the shot."

"Who?"

"I'll tell you after I know it for sure."

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They waited until Tuesday and instead of rehearsal, Hunter settled them down and familiarised them with the situation. And they all reacted as he expected; to run away.

"Hunter, we have to settle with them, we can't risk going under drug tests."

He took in a deep breath and his eyes darkened, he felt sick of the bunch of cowards, but he was tired of fighting with everybody all the time.

"Fine, it's your choice," he snapped and left the library. He was mad at them all, but mostly on the fucker who told it on them. He wished he could leave this stupid school. The rest of the year was going to be a disaster; the only bright thought was about Sebastian, but what if he would turn his back at him, too? His chest was clenching tightly and he was fighting with tears. He hated feeling weak, powerless; he was losing his mind again. He needed to run away; from everything and everybody.

When he reached his room, he already had a plan to drive away for the rest of the day, but then his phone rang. Sebastian. He stared at his phone in his hand and thought about ignoring it. He couldn't bear more yelling and shoved it back into his pocket. He changed his clothes and he was angrily buttoning up his coat when Sebastian called again.

"What?" He barked out after answering.

"Huh? I was going to ask if you were okay, but apparently there is no need."

"Funny, I'm kind of busy. Did you want something?"

"I was thinking of coming over, but If you are going to be a piece of ass I'll pass," Sebastian's voice turned into an ice and Hunter sighed.

"I need to get out."

"Where?"

"I don't know, just… away."

"Okay…," Sebastian fell silent. "Was there implied an invitation or not?"

Hunter opened a drawer by his bed. "My car, five minutes," he said and reached in for a condom and pocket size bottle of lube.

"Yes, sir," Sebastian snickered and ended the call.

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They didn't speak as they got into the car and Hunter drove off. He was speeding down the main road and Sebastian silently sat next to him, digging his fingers into the door handle when he turned into a curve at a dangerous speed. After a quarter an hour he slowed down, relaxed his stretched arms and enjoyed the freeing ride. He considered where he could go and decided to try the forest where they went for a run, it was far enough from the town and they could easily hide.

Hunter stopped, turned off the engine and got out. Sebastian followed him without asking and obediently paced by his side. He leaded them further into the forest and stopped when he was sure they were completely alone. Sebastian looked at him expectantly and with raised eyebrows. It wasn't the best place they could go, but since they already were there, he just wanted to get over it.

He reached for his hips and smashed him against a tree; Sebastian gave out a gasp, but remained still staring at him a little bit surprised. Hunter quickly worked on his pants and yanked them down his knees before flipping him around. Sebastian hissed, but gripped a low branch and bent over. Hunter opened his coat and got rid of his pants in a second before taking lube and a condom from his pocket. He licked his hand and pumped himself a few times before he could put on the protection and smeared some cold lube over it and ran his fingers over Sebastian's entrance before stepping forward and pressing against him. He stumbled over his own feet, but he didn't care; this wasn't for a show, he just needed to get off and let the desperation out.

Everything was freezing; steaming air was rising from his mouth as his fingers dug into Sebastian's cheeks and opened him. He pushed in and Sebastian jerked forward, his arm immediately sprung back to push his palm against Hunter's stomach. Hunter definitely wasn't going to allow Sebastian to disobey him like this and snapped the hand off while he slammed his hips forward. He rolled up Sebastian's coat up his back, but it was still annoying and he started to tear it off his shoulders. Sebastian swore when he twisted his arm in a purpose to get rid of that offending piece of clothes and let him take it off. Hunter threw it away, not caring about it or Sebastian's comfort at all.

To prevent Sebastian from trying to protest again, Hunter supported himself by holding on that branch too and the other arm he wrapped around his neck and pressed himself to his back. It would be easier to push him down on the ground, but it was too muddy and thus he had to hold him strong from falling down. Even though Sebastian was whining and panting when he was roughly thrusting into him, he didn't try to pull away but stayed and let Hunter use him. It hurt, he knew that, Hunter felt no sympathy in relieving him from the pain he was causing; Sebastian could lick his wounds later. He only paid attention to not hold tight on Sebastian's neck, he took a grip around his torso and kept Sebastian's arms pressed down.

Sebastian was shaking under him, Hunter didn't know if he was crying, because he was whining entire time, but his head was pressed down between his shoulders and Hunter couldn't see his face. He was fighting with his inner need to make it intensely hurtful - on the other hand there was regret in tormenting Sebastian.

He finished himself, pulled out and tossed the condom on the ground, kicking mud in disgust over it. He zipped up his pants again and went for Sebastian's coat. Sebastian was avoiding his eyes when he tidied himself up and put it on. They got back to the car. Sebastian tried to look like nothing was wrong, but he couldn't suppress a hiss when he sat down. Hunter's head was much clearer now, he pretended he didn't notice those shaking fingers battling with a seat belt or his jaw and face all tensed up while staring out of a window. If it was off limit, Sebastian would surely use his safeword – he didn't though. Hunter kept repeating in his head that nothing happened; the boy always had a way how to stop him. But why then he felt even worse than before they left Dalton?

Nevertheless, he was able to convince himself he didn't do any harm after all; he did use lube and Sebastian liked to rough things up. There wasn't any reason why he should feel guilty. He glanced to the side, Sebastian was leaning his head on his palm and elbow against the car door.

Hunter almost drove over the traffic line when he saw as Sebastian's fingers going up and wiping away a few tears from under his eye. He blinked and turned his eyes back at the road. Now he had his proof, he fucked it up. He knew why he wanted to be alone; he shouldn't let him go with him. This was a mistake since the beginning and in the result he harmed the closest person he actually had. But wasn't it why he had him? Sebastian was meant to be his stress relief; taking advantage from him was an option from the beginning, he was just a willing warm hole and nothing more. He couldn't be anything more.

Hunter stopped at some casually looking roadside café, got out of the car and held the door for Sebastian - the boy eventually accepted it and climbed out, nevertheless he refused to even give him a single look.

They found a table and as soon as they ordered (actually first words they said since they left the school), Sebastian stood up and disappeared in the restroom.

As soon as the door clicked after him, Hunter groaned and hid his face in his hands. There were much more important things to care about and he wished he had it clear with Sebastian. When their waitress brought their drinks, he tried to give her at least a small smile. Unsuccessfully.

Sebastian came back and sat on the opposite side, they stared out of the window and watched cars passing by before their meal arrived and they could keep themselves busy with eating. The warm food seemed to brighten Sebastian's mood and instead of a check, Hunter asked for a cup of coffee, one green tea and two chocolate cheesecakes. His reward was in a form of Sebastian's mouth corner twitching up and when he reached and shortly stroked his knee under the table, Sebastian nodded. But he didn't smile.

"So," he cleared his throat.

"So?" Sebastian repeated and stared at his hands.

"Today is a mess."

"Tell me about. I can literally feel it," Sebastian said faking an amused sneer and Hunter took a closer look at him.

"Are you feeling fine?"

Sebastian waved his hand and his eyes ran around the room. "If you're not planning on repeating it during this evening, it'll wear off quickly."

They both knew it wasn't a truth; it wasn't fine, not in the least, but they would both take an uncaring posture that this was normal and never talk about it again.

"I need his number I don't have it yet," he acknowledge him, Sebastian wordlessly took out his phone and found the contact. Hunter stretched his arm to take it, but Sebastian passed it over a table. Hunter gave him a pointed look, but Sebastian was strictly avoiding any eye contacts.

He sighed and dialled the number.

"Yes?"

"Blaine Anderson?"

"Yes?"

"It's Hunter, we need to talk, tomorrow."

The line was silent for a while. "Fine, we can meet at Lima-,"

"Fuck with that place, tomorrow at that mall parking garage from last year, eight o' clock."

"Fine," Blaine snapped and ended the call.

"Don't you think you should be nicer if you don't want them to tell anything?" Sebastian said irritated.

"Just because our backs are against the wall, we don't have to kiss their asses."

Later that night, he visited Sebastian in his room, slowly climbed into his bed and lied down by his side. Sebastian rolled on his stomach, his face turned away. He wanted to stroke his hair, but Sebastian grumbled and pulled away. At least he didn't kick him out of his room.

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"That's bullshit, Blaine, even you know that. Nobody was under any pressure; there was an option to refuse."

"But they would lose an opportunity to be on a stage."

"That's the games rules."

"But not for a fair play."

Hunter rolled his eyes but he was feeling uncomfortable and pushed into the corner, they needed to negotiate it in the best way they could. He decided to stop beating around the bush.

"How much do you want?"

"We don't want your money. Warblers will drop out from the competition and all the drugs, immediately or we will press charges," Blaine said and Hunter felt a rock falling down from his chest. It was the cheapest option for them. They'll lose, but without further consequences. He stood up from the front of his car he was sitting on and slowly came to the group of five McKinley's boys. He enjoyed the fact, that even they got the upper hand, they still looked afraid of him.

"Let's have this little deal, pretty boys, but we'll surely meet again. Break a leg," he pointedly looked at the boy in the wheel-chair, "at Regionals," he added with a sneer. It was playing dirty, but he just couldn't hold back.

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"I'm going out for today."

"Hmm?"

"Into a gym, I guess, I go there to train box when I need a stress relief. I wanted to go on Tuesday, but…"

"I offered myself to be your punching bag, I got it."

"That is not the way-,"

"There was a fight club earlier, Blaine started it, but I don't know if somebody keeps going. I've never tried it."

"Do you know names?"

"Sure, hand me my phone."

Hunter watched as Sebastian went through his contact list and marked a few guys.

"I'm sure some of them would pay for a chance to kick your ass, Captain," Sebastian smirked and Hunter slapped his butt. Sebastian gave out a hiss, but didn't say anything. Hunter sent a mass text to them and waited if anybody caught up. His body stared to tremble from the joy. If they kept on meeting, this would be an amazing addition for his training.

One message came back, from an unknown number:

'The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. Seven o'clock, door no. 17. Captain.'

"Looks like we have a game tonight," he sneered and Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

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Even he considered not to, he took Sebastian with him, they both stopped at the said door and Hunter knocked. It was Thad's. A small, black haired guy, he would never consider as a fighter.

"Hunter. And Smythe? I didn't expect you to be here, too."

"I'm his co-captain and I wanted to."

"Your choice," Thad smirked. He locked his room and quickly walked down the hall. He leaded them into a school lunchroom and then more far, into a place that was used as a large storeroom, filled with shelves and boxes, all stack into one corner and leaving enough room for a functional school fight club. The rest of guys were already here and they were standing with arms folded and hostile expressions over their faces.

When they closed the doors after them, Hunter didn't let Thad to speak first and went into the middle.

"I want to inform you, that I already handled our situation and it's been taken care of."

"And the competition?"

"It's over. We dropped." The room was quiet, creepy quiet for about half a minute. Thad stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"Nothing we couldn't expect. Back to tonight's business, guys?"

He received some grumbling and lowly whispered words, but they stayed mostly quiet.

"So, here's the thing, you," Thad pointed at Hunter, "are challenging, you have to fight more than is usual. There are two bags. In one you have an option of choosing how many fights you will have, from one to five. In the other you choose with whom. And to make it more interesting for tonight, if you lose, Smythe will take your place. As your co-captain," the so-called boss grimaced obviously pleased.

Hunter smiled, there wouldn't be this need. He reached for the first time and took out a number two; this was going to be too easy. He took a name of John Smith, a non-Warbler he saw for the first time, and Richard James that was tall, strong and obviously keened for this.

He took of his clothes and stayed only in his sweatpants he chose for this occasion. This was a street fight: no gloves, no protective pads, no counting; in the other words: pure act of violence. And he loved that.

He cracked his fingers and raised his chin, his first opponent was standing about two yards away and they were judging each other with hard eyes. Hunter raised his arm with a fist and the guy touched it with his, the game started.

They circled around each other and considering who would start, suddenly he saw a fist aiming at his head, he quickly bent down and punched him into his uncovered stomach. The boy gasped and hit him into an arm, which Hunter repaid with a second into his ribs. He took the advantage when his opponent broke in his waist and forcefully punch into his head a few times. He was threw away by a strong crush with the guy's back against his chest, but he caught one his arm and twisted it back while simultaneously kicked under his knees and got him on the ground with face hitting hard the floor. He jumped on his back and kept twisting the arm until he heard a cry then a stop and he let him go. One done - one to go.

James wasn't going to be as easy as the first one that was sure from the beginning. From his face was apparent, this definitely wasn't his first battle and he could be a problem. His posture was correct, his legs firm with his feet apart and he was keeping his back straight and ready. They also bumped their fists for the start; Hunter took in a deep breath before he began his attack. He aimed right between his eyes and his knuckles slid over James' nose and maybe made some damage.

The boy's expression didn't change. He was blankly staring at him and jumped to the side to punch him into his ribs. It was a second hit into the same spot and Hunter felt a sharp pain from it. He hissed loudly and flew his arm again, but he missed. They both backed off, spent a few seconds jumping on their spots before the guy attacked his side again. Hunter expected it this time and protected it with his folded arm, delivering a powerful blow into his jaw. The shock gave him an opportunity to use his both hands and give him as many punches as he could, he was pushing him until they reached a wall and shoved his rival against it. It wasn't hard enough, because he was pushed back immediately after, but one punch into James' side made it happen and a moment later, he shoved him again, but with his face forward now. Hunter took a grip on his hair and smacked his head against it, when he wanted to do it again, James yelled stop, no! He reluctantly let him go and his forehead touched the wall just slightly.

"You're creepy bastard," James breathed out when he turned around.

"Come on, Hunter, we cannot leave blood on the walls, who would want to bother with cleaning it later?" Thad asked mockingly and Hunter gave him a big grin. He tiredly sat down and leaned back on his palms, he was satisfied with the newly achieved respect and a few people made a half circle behind his back with him in the middle. On the other side stood Thad and he slowly clapped his hands with a smirk plastered over his face and nodded at Hunter with recognition.

"Now, where is our newcomer?" Thad turned around and looked directly at Sebastian, standing with his back against an opposite wall. "You're in, sweetheart?"

He kicked the bag with names to him and Sebastian stared at it with a hard expression. Hunter wanted to laugh; his little boy certainly didn't expect he would have to fight too. This was getting interesting. Sebastian's face stayed dead serious when he reached down and took one piece of paper. He cracked out a name then and a thin but tall boy stepped forward, it wasn't a Warbler and he was similar weight as Sebastian. Bitch fight. This was going to be fun. Sebastian obviously reeked with a fear as he pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his shoes away. There were bruises over his chest from Hunter's bites and he could still recognize marks from his belt on his back. The room was quiet when they glared at him and Hunter was glad Sebastian didn't look at him and started in front of himself.

"You look like a whore," somebody said and Sebastian frowned.

"This is a work of my man, not men."

"And whose is your man then?"

"Not your business," he sneered. "Let's get this started; I want to get my ass fucked tonight as soon as I can."

Somebody whistled and people laughed. Hunter felt a few stares directed at his head, but he ignored them indifferently and ran his hand over his face exhaustedly, he didn't even have to fake it after all.

"Go kick his ass, I bet he likes that too," they encouraged the other boy who didn't join the argument, but spent the time while looking for Sebastian's strong and weak spots. Their words obviously made Sebastian angrier and pumped adrenalin into his veins, because his fear was gone and he was standing there aggressively and confidently now. Hunter was proud of him; they worked out together regularly and he knew he was in a good shape. Muscles on his chest and abdomen were solid and lean and the hostile smirk on his face emphasized his determination to pull of victory. From the first look he seemed stronger, but Hunter didn't know if the other guy had any knowledge of fighting techniques.

Sebastian made a step forward and his posture looked stable, his hands curled into fists when the other guy went closer and they both nodded at each other with their eyes fixed. Hunter never saw him to be so powerful and firm, especially after the previous day when he was completely weak in his arms and Hunter could easily take him. Now he was rock-like, Hunter wished he wouldn't get hurt much and he would stay sharp and vigorous, because the sex was going to be amazing.

Finally Sebastian's arm flew into the air and precisely landed on the other boy's jaw, it made a very ugly sound and they both cried out, one from pain, one from ecstasy. Hunter was disappointed because after that hit the first thing was to repeat it immediately before his rival would collect his strength, but Sebastian was pointlessly waiting what would come next. The guy jumped him and they fell on the ground, at the same time Sebastian's back hit the hard floor and he lost his breath. He had to get up and very quickly.

Hunter groaned when the boy ambushed, pressed Sebastian down and aimed at his face. However, one second later Sebastian's legs sprung up and his knee smashed the guy into his chest and he flew backwards. In Sebastian's eyes was pure rage when he got on his knees and punched him again. His anger and frustration came up, though he was venting it now, shoving the guy over the place before he gave up and Sebastian delivered one last kick to his side when he stood up and spit blood from his mouth on the floor. His chest was moving rapidly as he was catching his breath and after a while he raised his head and looked around. For a while it was quiet but after that they started to shout and clap, Sebastian, obviously pleased with himself, smiled and turned his head at Hunter who gave him an approving grin.

Thad stood up again. "Who's next?" He laughed and people started to shout because they were revved up and excited to have their own fight too. Sebastian helped his rival to stand up and then went to sprawl down next to Hunter grinning widely. Winning always felt good.

"You did great," Hunter praised him loudly and shortly rubbed his shoulder.

"I know," Sebastian replied smirking. "Your ribs?"

"Don't look broken," he said, but he knew his breathing wasn't as easy as usual.

"I messed with them, didn't I?" James called at him.

"You weren't even close," he showed him his teeth and went back to watching.

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Even the situation between them was brighter; Sebastian asked him if he could spend the night and a few more days alone. He didn't want to, Sebastian was closing in front of him, but maybe some time separated wouldn't hurt. He would heal his bruised ribs and Sebastian would settle down his anger.

Hunter didn't like to admit it, but he felt nervous from a lack of messages from Sebastian. Four days after, he wrote him earlier that day if he wanted to come over but it was hours ago and he had still no answer from him. This situation was odd and it all smelled bad, so after another hour of meaningless pacing around his room, Hunter locked his room and went through the school to Sebastian's. He knocked but didn't get any answer, he planned to leave again but a spare key Sebastian gave him was burning in his pocket and he couldn't deny the desire and stepped inside.

The room was dark, but a human body curled up in a ball was easy to see under the covers. He climbed up on the bed and saw a paper on a pillow next to his head. He used the light from his phone to see that it was a letter from Harvard about Sebastian's denial. He sighed and finally understood what the issue was. He shook Sebastian's shoulders and whispered his name. The boy muttered something under his breath and after another shook he opened his eyes. When he recognized Hunter, he smiled but then his eyes slid down on the paper in his hand and his face turned sad.

"I didn't get in," he whispered and curled down and hid his face under his arm. "I got the letter two days ago and…," his voice broke down.

Hunter was looking down at him before sliding on his side next to him and wrapping his arm around his back. He didn't know any words that could make it better and stayed silent then. He knew what this meant. Sebastian getting into the same school was the only plan they had to keep this on, but without this opportunity they agreed on not continuing seeing each other. The only if they had.

Hunter felt lost and disappointed, he couldn't adjust on the thought that the next two three months were going to be their last together. He didn't want to change it, he got used to their relationship and it was cruel they had to break up. He never felt so powerless in controlling his life, even his dad was always forcing him to do things he didn't like, very often against his mind; but he always could to find a way how to get from it the best for himself and in the end it ended in a better way he expected.

Sebastian's fingers buried into his shirt as he stuck his face into Hunter's neck and his warm breath tickled on his skin.

"We'll figure it out," he whispered to his hair and closed his eyes. Somehow.