A/N: So sorry for the late update! Someone has finally guessed ALMOST correctly what's going on in Sebastian's life (no peeking!). For everyone else, you will find out in the next couple of chapters. That also means that you should all brace yourselves for some heavy angst soon. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Sebastian was working on his history assignment when Hunter decided to drop by. The visit in itself wasn't surprising, considering how it was becoming increasingly frequent over the past few days. What surprised him was the fact that it was way past everyone's usual bedtime.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Hunter asked as he sat on the bed, out of his Warbler uniform. He was dressed casually, in a pair of jeans and a hoodie.

"I slept through the day. What's your excuse?" Sebastian answered with a one-shoulder shrug. It was true. He had slept through all his classes (it was a wonder that none of the teachers had checked up on him yet with all the classes he had been missing lately. Either they didn't care of Hunter was just a very talented and charming liar). He woke up to find dinner on his desk, with a small note attached to let him know that Hunter had dropped by. He was a bit alarmed that he didn't even hear the other Warbler come in, and the fact that now Hunter had absolutely no qualm for just coming into his room without permission was both worrying and oddly amusing.

"I wanted to see you," Hunter answered nonchalantly, stretching his legs out in front of him. Sebastian opened and closed his mouth a few times, completely caught off guard by the statement.

"Go sleep. It's almost 1," Sebastian managed to squeeze out as he returned to the textbook open in front of him.

"Aren't you tired?" Hunter questioned softly, getting off of the bed and making his way towards the other Warbler. Sebastian looked up with a small frown.

"I told you, I slept through the whole day. I only woke up a couple of hours ago."

"Good. Then let's go."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the other Warbler in confusion and and turned around in his chair. He crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for Hunter to continue.

"Grab something warm. Let's go."

"And where are we going exactly?"

"Somewhere."

"No, really?" Sebastian replied sarcastically, not making any effort to get off of his chair. He then watched incredulously as Hunter stalked over to his closet and began rummaging through it to pick out a hoodie.

"Here, wear this," Hunter commanded as he handed the taller man the article. Sebastian took it warily, still eying the other teen suspiciously.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me where we're going. And plus, we can't leave the campus."

"I never said anything about leaving the campus."

"You want to take a walk around the hallway? Seriously?"

"No. Just wear the damn thing. Come on."

"Fine. Wow, you're annoying," Sebastian muttered as he pulled the hoodie over his head. "Happy?"

"Yeah," Hunter answered curtly with a smile before taking Sebastian's hand into his.

"Uhh...what are you doing?" Sebastian asked, his brows furrowed and his eyes locked onto their entwined hands. It felt so strange to have his hand held, but what was worse was how right it felt.

"Holding your hand."

"Yeah, I see that," the former captain began slowly.

"I just really want to hold your hand, alright? Stop complaining."

Sebastian huffed indignantly but let himself be pulled away from his desk. As much as he tried to appear disgruntled about the situation, deep inside, he was secretly enjoying the way Hunter's calloused hands were holding so tightly onto his. The warmth felt nice against his cold skin and made him feel secure. Protected.

The two quietly meandered through the hallway, until they reached a door.

"Uh, you can't go through that door unless you have a-" Sebastian started but stopped when he saw the key Hunter pulled out of his pocket. "Seriously? Didn't take you as the type."

"I didn't steal it. Being the captain of the Warblers has it perks," Hunter mumbled as he worked with the lock, his other hand still holding onto Sebastian's.

"I don't ever remember getting that key."

"I'm just more trustworthy, obviously. Alright, let's go."

Sebastian groaned at the flight of stairs that appeared once the door was opened. It wasn't that he wasn't physical fit enough for the trip, but right now, he was not in the mood for anything strenuous. Yet, Hunter was pulling him along before he could protest properly, and he found himself walking up the steps. Sebastian stopped himself from complaining, mainly because he couldn't be bothered to, but also because he was too distracted by the way Hunter seemed to move with such ease.

When they finally reached the end of the stairs, Hunter gave Sebastian's hand a brief squeeze before pushing the door open.

Sebastian couldn't help but inhale sharply at the scenery before him. They were on the rooftop of the Dalton Academy, with stars shining brightly above them and miles after miles of forestry and speckles of city light ahead of them. Sebastian wondered how he could've missed how beautiful Westerville was. It was breathtaking, and as he stood still, taking everything in, he felt as if gravity was no longer a part of the universe. He felt as if he could reach out and touch the stars, that he had become part of the night sky.

"Hunter..." Sebastian began, not entirely sure what to say. He wasn't rendered speechless very often, but right now, he was too much in awe to form coherent words. The sensation was too jarring, Too overwhelming.

"I come up here sometimes when I feel like I need a break," Hunter began, taking a step closer towards the other teen so that their arms were touching now. "I wanted you to see it too."

They stood in silence, just enjoying the display of lights amidst the darkness. Sebastian inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, letting the crisp night air flow through every inch of his body.

"Hunter," Sebastian began finally, his voice not without a hint of uncertainty. Hunter gave Sebastian's hand a gentle squeeze to let him know that he was listening.

"I," the taller man continued, his eyes downcast. "What do you want from me, exactly?"

Hunter turned to look at him.

"I already told you. Nothing."

"There's obviously something you want."

"I already got what I wanted for today."

"And what's that, exactly?"

"This," Hunter answered as he lifted their joined hands.

"OK, if this is your way of fucking with me-"

"It's not," Hunter interrupted firmly, still not letting go of the hand. "Why wouldn't I want to hold hands with you? I told you I like you, didn't I?"

Sebastian stared at the other Warbler, slack-jawed. Just when he thought he had Hunter figured out, he would say something that would throw him off. The other Warbler was becoming increasingly unpredictable, and he wasn't sure if he liked the idea.

"OK, you were as straight as they came only a couple of weeks ago. And now you're all of a sudden the gayest person I've seen, next to Hummel, and you expect me to just accept that?"

"Yeah. By the way, I'm not gay. I just like you. There's a difference."

"You're a guy, I'm a guy. That makes you gay."

"Fine."

"And you're OK with that?" Sebastian asked after a brief pause. He knew that Hunter wasn't homophobic. No one in Dalton was, but being accepting and actually being gay were two complete different things for most people. Hunter had been so vocal about how straight it was, that it simply didn't make sense that Hunter would readily accept his newfound sexuality.

"Why wouldn't I be."

"You're making it sound like it's not a big deal!"

"It's not. I like you. So what. All I care about is that you're OK with that."

Sebastian stopped and pursed his lips tightly.

"Jesus. Where are you from? You can't just say shit like that..."

"Why not?"

"Because...you just can't."

Sebastian felt himself be pulled into a set of strong arms, and in the blink of an eye, he found his nose buried in the crook of Hunter's neck. A scent that was distinctively Hunter tickled his nose, as the other teen's warmth enveloped his cold body.

"What are you doing..." Sebastian whispered weakly, letting Hunter hold him tightly against him.

"This doesn't have to mean anything for you. And all you need to do is ask and I'll let go, but I just needed to do this."

"Hunter, we need to have a talk about this," Sebastian began as he slowly pried himself away from the other teen. "You really don't know what you're getting yourself into," he continued in a tired voice. Not believing that he was going to have this conversation again. But this time, he was determined to make Hunter understand.

The captain raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. His arms were now resting around the taller teen's waist, and surprisingly, Sebastian didn't mind the proximity.

"There are some things you don't want to bring into your life, and that's me."

"That's not true."

"It is. You don't see it now, but you will. What is it exactly you want anyway? Are you looking for a relationship? Because I can't give you that. I won't tell you to leave me alone or keep whatever it is to yourself, and you can wait for as long as you want, but you'll never have it, Hunter." Sebastian's voice was tired, almost defeated.

"That's not it."

"Then what is it? Is this an experimental thing? You want to know what it's like to be with another man? Because like I've offered before, I'll show it to you. You can have that," Sebastian continued in a louder voice, a hint of anger and desperation seeping through his words.

"This conversation is definitely going south."

"You're not making any sense. You don't want a relationship, but you're not looking for some gay sex. What the hell is it then? You want me as your gay pet dog or something?"

"Why do I have to want something from you? Why can't I just be here like this and spend time with you?"

"Because that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"That's rich, coming from you."

"What?" Sebastian hissed, on the verge of becoming very offended.

"You're somehow fine with the idea of me using you for sex, but you can't stand the idea of us being together in a relationship. That's fucked up, Sebastian."

"You dont-"

"Know what I'm talking about? Trust me, I do. I like you. I really do, and I have no problem admitting it. I'm not going to force you into anything. I wouldn't do that to anyone. And no I don't want a gay pet dog, what the hell is that anyway? Haven't really thought about gay sex either. Not yet anyway."

Sebastian groaned at that.

"Boyfriends? I'm fine not having the title for now. Someday we might, maybe we won't. But the thing is, I don't care."

"Why are you trying to ruin what you have?" Sebastian asked hoarsely. "Unless you are hiding something from me, you have a perfectly normal life, so why would you try so hard to ruin it? I'd kill for normal, Hunter. You don't appreciate what you have enough, because if you did, you'd stay the hell away from me." The last part came out sounding strangled as Sebastian swallowed hard to keep the emotions at bay.

"I may not look like it, but I know what I'm doing."

"You're really annoying."

"I know."

"And stubborn."

"I know."

Sebastian felt the familiar sense of vulnerability as he stared into Hunter's calm and gentle eyes. He wanted so badly to just let everything go and let Hunter in. He desperately wanted someone to see him for what he really was and accept him unconditionally. Despite his uncaring exterior and apathetic demeanor, he had been craving what Hunter was so willing to give. His heart ached as he let Hunter lean forward and place a chaste kiss on his cheek. It hurt so badly to have him so close, that he had to bite his lower lip hard enough to distract himself before he broke down.

"Don't do that," Hunter began gently as he placed a thumb over Sebastian's lip. Sebastian instinctively let go of his lower lip, feeling the dull pain of having bitten down so harshly. Yet, before he could even properly process the sensation, Hunter's thumb was over the exact stop, brushing against it gently as if to make it all better.

Sebastian's resolution wavered as he watched Hunter's concerned eyes were still locked onto his lips. The way a small frown appeared on his face. How Hunter began leaning forward slowly, giving him time to pull away if he needed to. Their lips were only a breath apart when Hunter stopped again, his eyes flickering to meet Sebastian's for brief second as if to ask for permission. Sebastian closed his eyes slowly and gave in to the way Hunter's lips were on his, careful, gentle yet certain. It was chaste, yet more intimate than anything Sebastian had ever experienced in his life.

When their lips parted, Sebastian felt Hunter's hands cupping his cheeks as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and for the first time, Sebastian began to feel nervous. There was no other way to see it anymore. It was true, it was there. Hunter genuinely cared about him in a way that he never thought possible.

"Kiss me again," Sebastian whispered breathlessly.

"Only if you're sure."

"Just shut up and kiss me."

Their lips locked again, and this time, Sebastian was leaning into the kiss as well. He pulled Hunter in closer, his fingers tangled in the soft locks of Hunter's hair. Their bodies were flush against one another, Hunter's strong hands placed firmly on the small of his back. The kiss quickly became needy, almost desperate, as Sebastian parted his lips to give the other teen access.

Rough hands. The sound of chains clinking against the bed post. The heavy breath against his skin.

Sebastian jerked back and pushed Hunter off roughly. He clasped a hand over his mouth, dry-heaving violently as he tried his best to control his body. He felt sick. It was as if all his organs were being squeezed dry. His legs eventually gave in, and he fell to the ground, only avoiding hitting the hard ground because Hunter caught him just in time.

Sebastian tried to tell Hunter to go away. He really did. But the words only came out in strangled whimpers and hitched breaths as he began to sob into his own hands. He was such a mess. He couldn't even handle himself anymore. He was so broken that he couldn't even kiss someone without wanting to throw up all over the place. He would never be alright again, and the thought frightened him.

Hunter shifted his body so that he was now sitting next to Sebastian, a protective arm around the other. He remained silent, waiting for Sebastian to collect himself, just glad that Sebastian wasn't pushing his arm away.

"I told you..." Sebastian began quietly, his voice broken. "This is what I am, Hunter...You don't want this..."

"I get to decide what I want and what I don't want. Sebastian, can you please tell me what's going on?"

"...I can't."

"Will you ever?"

"...Maybe. Just not now. I can't."

"OK...it's getting cold. Why don't we go back down."

"Yeah..."

Sebastian let himself be practically carried back to his room. He was grateful that Hunter wasn't asking him any more questions, even though it was clear that he wanted to so badly. Once they were in Sebastian's room, Hunter lingered, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

"Can I stay here tonight?" Hunter asked in a subdued voice. Sebastian stilled.

"...Yeah. Sure."

In no time, the two found themselves under the blanket, acutely aware of each others' body heat keeping them warm. Hunter pulled Sebastian closer so that Sebastian's face was buried in the crook of his neck. The taller teen knew that he should pull away, but he didn't. He stayed still, feeling Hunter's chest rising and dropping in a steady rhythm.

He closed his eyes, and the last thing he remembered was Hunter's lips on his forehead kissing him good night.

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