A/N: Warnings for this chapter: dirty dancing, cards against humanity, voyeurism (intentional), and very strange positions to visualize.

Chapter Fourteen:

Jeff and Sebastian cautiously grew closer again. Jeff was himself again, but Sebastian was guarded. He was always wary of Nick, wondering if Nick was eavesdropping when Jeff came over to watch TV with him, feeling Nick's eyes on him when he and Jeff were dancing together at Warblers practice, even after Regionals came and went.

Being friends with Jeff was enough for Sebastian, he didn't want to be anything more, not after he'd seen what it had done to the karmic balance of the Warblers. The issue was, Jeff always seemed to be flirting with Sebastian. Sebastian knew it was in his head, but he couldn't seem to shake the memory of that night, Jeff begging for everything Sebastian had, and then more. No one else had ever managed to wear him out before. The only person that had come close was a Dom he'd had in France. Sebastian didn't know what to do, so he did what he always did when he was confused. Went to a bar. He didn't go to Scandals. After the whole Karofsky thing, he didn't feel like going there. He didn't have any intent of fucking either, so he went to one of Lima's clubs – where he ran into Santana Lopez.

"Hey, Prince Eric, where's your prep school posse?" Santana asked.

"Probably at school, it's much passed their bed time," Sebastian said. "What about you, Bitchtana, you aren't surrounded by the usual group of homos."

"That was my second choice line," Santana said.

"Ah, we're two peas in a pod," Sebastian said. "Buy you a drink?"

"Uhhh….sure," Santana said, eyeing Sebastian up and down.

The snark escalated as did the blood alcohol level until Sebastian was buying them a hotel room.

They did the thing and Sebastian even surprised himself a little bit, maybe he was more bi than he gave himself credit for – then again, it wasn't the first time he'd put it in a vagina, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Whichever way, Sebastian didn't let himself dwell on that for very long. Because if he had, he probably would have puked up the last of the vodka swimming around his intestines.

"Usually I make guys buy me dinner, but I think I'm going to be sick," Santana said.

"Same," Sebastian agreed.

"Let's never ever ever talk about this," Santana said. "And that includes with other people."

"Agreed," Sebastian said. Neither stayed the night.

When Sebastian arrived back at Dalton, it was like Jeff was waiting for Sebastian to get home.

"What are you doing up?" Sebastian frowned at him.

"Wondering where you were," Jeff said. "You okay? You don't look good."

"Yeah," Sebastian said, fumbling with his keys as he let himself into his room. Jeff walked in behind him, not letting Sebastian get away like that.

"Where've you been?"

"Out."

"Funny, I forgot to look there," Jeff said. "You missed Thad pretending to hit on Trent and getting turned down. It was pretty funny."

"I was just out, Jeff," Sebastian said.

"Are you okay?" Jeff asked, sighing. "You haven't gone out in a long time."

"I'm fine," Sebastian said.

"I'm just looking out for you," Jeff said. "We don't have to talk about it. I'll go with you to get your car tomorrow."

"I didn't take my car," Sebastian said. "Trent must have it somewhere."

"Alright, well, I'm gonna go to bed then," Jeff said, heading for the door.

"I had sex with Santana," Sebastian announced. Jeff turned around, knowing he must have heard wrong.

"Haha, what?" Jeff asked with a tiny sarcastic laugh.

"You heard, you asshole," Sebastian muttered.

"I don't think I heard correctly, because Santana is a lesbian, and you are gay, and … what the fuck?" Jeff asked, trying to keep his voice down because it was late at night and he didn't want certain people knowing he was in Sebastian's room this late at night, and by certain people, he meant Nick, because as much as Nick said it was fine for him and Sebastian to hang out, probably there was a time limit that didn't include the time period of "after midnight but before breakfast".

"I don't know," Sebastian shook his head. "Clearly we're both idiots."

"I literally just cannot even," Jeff shook his head.

"It was weird, okay? It wasn't as weird as I thought it was going to be, and it's not the first time my dick has been inside a vagina, but it was still weird, and I really really don't ever want to talk about it," Sebastian said. Jeff stared at Sebastian, narrowing his eyes, trying to imagine it, but got the heebie-jeebies and ended up wiggling around the room, tripping over something Sebastian hadn't picked up several days previously, and tumbling into Sebastian's bed. "And it's certainly not as weird as seeing you in my bed again."

"Shut it," Jeff said, though he didn't move. "If there is one thing we're not talking about again, it's that." Sebastian raised his hands in surrender. "It was great though. Has it been enough time that I can talk about it without regret?"

"Uh…" Sebastian frowned, thinking. "Well, it's almost May, so… yeah, yeah, I think it has."

"Are you sure? Like I still feel like… fragile," Jeff said. "I feel like I shouldn't be in here, I feel like I'm going to get in trouble."

"Why? Is Nickelback finally calling the shots?" Sebastian asked.

"Nickelback? What? I don't even listen to country…" Jeff said, looking over at Sebastian.

"Your boyfriend," Sebastian clarfified.

"It's too late at night for this, I'm going home," Jeff said, trying to sit up, but not quite making it.

"Why are you going to get in trouble?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm not," Jeff said. "I just feel like I am. Like I should get in trouble."

"Why?"

"I don't know," Jeff said.

"Yes you do," Sebastian urged. Jeff sat up and leaned against the wall.

"Yeah," Jeff bit his lip. Sebastian merely looked at him, waiting for him to divulge what he'd been sure of all along. "Yeah. Because I liked it. I liked it, and I wanted it to happen, and I shouldn't, because I have a boyfriend that I'm in love with and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

"Jeff, look, we both need to get over it, I've… been a little hung up lately, and we've both been acting weird, and everything just has to go back to normal," Sebastian said.

"What is 'normal' after you've slept with your best friend?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know, what is 'normal' for you after you've slept with someone?" Sebastian asked.

"With the exception of you and Nicky, I don't speak to anyone else I've slept with," Jeff said.

"Oh… see, that's where you and I are very different," Sebastian said. "Usually, it doesn't even mean anything, so it's a nonissue."

"Usually?"

"Yeah, of course you've gotta be different," Sebastian said. "It did mean something, didn't it?"

"I don't want it to have meant anything," Jeff said.

"Then it didn't," Sebastian said. "And we're both going to get over it, right now." Jeff looked at his feet for a moment, frowning, then looked at Sebastian.

"Okay," Jeff said. "I'm over it. You?"

"Yep," Sebastian nodded.

"Why did you sleep with Santana?" Jeff asked.

"I have no idea," Sebastian said. "It was weird and I don't plan to do it again."

"Why aren't you afraid of lady business?" Jeff asked.

"Because it's not scary," Sebastian said. "It's a little confusing, but it's not scary. And don't call it lady business."

"Why?"

"Because some people who have them aren't ladies," Sebastian replied. Jeff frowned for a moment, confused. "Santana is, in fact, a lady, as much as maybe we think she's more like Satan, she's probably more like Satan's Lesbian friend. But there are boys with vaginas, and I happen to be one of the people who doesn't give them shit about it. If we, as gays, start excluding and oppressing people, then who is going to come to our aid someday?"

"Alright, alright," Jeff said, "I get it."

"Gay rights doesn't stop with marriage," Sebastian said. "And maybe some people don't take me seriously, but there are some things I'm serious about. This is one of them."

"Can I still be a vaginaphobe and not be problematic?" Jeff whispered.

"I think yes," Sebastian replied.

"Okay then, it's all good," Jeff said. "I'm going to bed now, good bye." He got up and walked out of Sebastian's room.

And so everything was prepared to go back to normal, but Sebastian was not prepared for 'normal'. The next night, he received a request to come to the Warblers Practice room at 7:30, and even though he thought it was strange for the captain to not know about any practices, the council could have conceivably called a practice, and since he was fired from the council, he probably wouldn't know about a practice, since they weren't in competition season any more. When Sebastian showed up late on purpose at 7:49, he didn't know what to make of the scene in front of him. The Warblers were in varying states of undress, most still in their uniforms but without their blazers or shirts (except Jeff who was wearing what looked like just his blazer and maybe underwear), and it looked like they had stopped whatever it was they had been doing to get this naked to sing, because they're the Warblers and that's what they do.

"Sebastian's finally here!" Jeff announced. "Hit it!" Beats immediately changed to a new song, Christina Aguilera's Dirrty, and Sebastian didn't know what to make of the scene even more. "Thad!"

Ladies, Gentlemen, somebody ring the alarm, a fire on the roof, ring the alarm, and I'm throwing elbows, Thad sang.

"Sebastian!" Jeff exclaimed happily, pointing to him, and Sebastian was then thankful he'd had a very flamboyant roommate at a previous school and had learned the words to Dirrty. Sebastian opened his mouth, but Jeff seemed to change his mind and start singing the lead instead. And then he started grinding on every Warbler in the room, despite his complete lack of pants.

Ooh, I'm overdue, gimme some room, I'm coming through,
Paid my dues, in the mood, me and the girls gonna shake the room
Wanna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly, get it fired up in a hurry, gonna get dirty
It's about time that I came to start the party, sweat dripping over my body
Dancing getting just a little naughty, wanna get dirty, it's about time for my arrival
Unh, what

"Okay, what is going on?" Sebastian asked when Jeff was finally done.

"So… about every other Saturday night, usually when you're out drinking yourself to death and trying to get STDs at Scandals, the rest of us…get a little Dirrty," Jeff said. "And… we didn't tell you until now, because … well…"

"You're an asshole," Nick suggested.

"Sure, let's go with that," Jeff said. "Surprise!"

"What, you just take your clothes off for no reason and grind on each other? How'd I miss the sign-up sheet for the orgy?" Sebastian asked.

"No, we were playing sexual secret strip cards against humanity," Jeff said as if that was a perfectly reasonable answer to the question posed.

"Uh…. Come again?"

"Sexual secret strip Cards Against Humanity," Jeff said. "Okay, look, have you ever played Apples to Apples?" Sebastian nodded. "Cards Against Humanity is like Apples to Apples for perverts, and we sort of all fit that bill, so we added a twist to it. Each round there is at least one loser card and at least one winner card. The loser… Well, the loser has to tell a sexual secret. And the winner gets to remove an item of clothing, and the first one down to their underwear gets to pick the song."

"Uh… sure," Sebastian said. "This seems like a perfectly legitimate thing that could conceivably have been happening all year without me noticing."

"Get over it," Jeff said. "We'll deal you in, come on."

How Jeff could have gotten here from the Jeff that Sebastian had known a few months ago, the one that was too depressed to do anything besides sit next to Nick and agree with everything that Nick said, Sebastian had no idea. He'd always known that Jeff could lead the Warblers with a little confidence, but he still wasn't sure where the confidence was coming from. Not until Jeff took off his blazer to put the rest of his clothes back on haphazardly, and Sebastian caught sight of Jeff's bracelet. He'd seen it a few times before, but he'd never really looked at it. Sebastian caught Jeff's arm and steadied it in front of himself to read the words on Jeff's bracelet. Jeff raised an eyebrow at Sebastian, but Sebastian didn't say anything, just relinquished his grip. Jeff gave Sebastian a look as if to say, Problem? But Sebastian shook his head and sat down to play cards.

"First black card is 'What's that smell?'," Jeff announced, throwing it into the center. Immediately, white cards were thrown into the center, and Jeff collected them all, snorting at the answers. "Oh man, some good ones, and finally no one played 'old people smell'. Okay…. Loser card…. Dead parents." Thad sighed heavily. "And… winner card…. Racism."

"Racism doesn't even smell," Thad complained.

"Where's your sense of humor?" Beats asked him, removing his blazer.

"You're white!" Thad exclaimed.

"Love the sweet smell of racism in the morning," David joked.

"Give us a secret, Thaddy boy," Jeff said.

"I'm pansexual," Thad said.

Everyone kind of stared around like they never thought they would find out what Thad's sexuality definitively was, and people started exchanging money like there were bets going on about it.

"Wow," Jeff said. "Beats, your turn."

"Alternative medicine is now embracing the curative powers of… blank," Beats read off the card. White cards were thrown again, and Beats picked them all up, laughing as he read all the cards. "Holy Jesus, some of these are good. Okay, loser is Keanu Reeves, who the hell put that?"

"I don't have any good cards," Nick complained.

"And winner… Surprise sex. All the curative powers of surprise sex," Beats said. Sebastian smirked and removed his blazer. "What'll it be, Nicky?"

"I once had a sexual dream that involved three people in this room besides myself and Jeff, and I'm not telling who they were," Nick said.

"Saucy," Sebastian commented.

"It was not Sebastian," Nick continued.

"Buzzkill," Sebastian laughed, drawing a black card. "What's a girl's best friend?"

"Yeah, like we would know," Jeff snorted, throwing a white card at Sebastian. Sebastian flipped through all the white cards he'd received.

"Have any of you ever met a girl?" he exclaimed.

"No," Trent snorted quickly. Most everyone laughed.

"Can I just read all of these to you guys?" Sebastian asked, beginning to read the cards aloud as he flipped through them. "Smallpox blankets, Hulk Hogan, a balanced breakfast, The Rapture, A fetus, Grandma, Object permanence, Glenn Beck catching his scrotum on a curtain hook – WHY IS THAT a CARD?"

"I don't know," was the general consensus, though they all seemed to have made their peace with it.

"Okay, loser card, I'm gonna say smallpox blankets, and you guys are awful," Sebastian said. Trent rolled his eyes sassily. "Winner… Taking off your shirt."

"And now I will take off my shirt," Jeff said with a mock bow. "It's kind of pitiful that I apparently know the most about girls."

"It's more pitiful that I apparently, according to Sebastian, know the least about girls since I was one for a great portion of my life," Trent said. "Sexual secret…. Hmm… What haven't I already told you guys…." He thought about it while everyone drew more cards. "I've fucked a guy with a strap-on. Maybe even a guy in this room."

"Well, I can't say I've ever done that," Sebastian laughed, passing the black cards to Trent so he could pick one, even though Jeff had won, he'd already gone and forwent the turn to Trent.

"Next from JK Rowling: Harry Potter and the Chamber of… blank," Trent read. He started to pick up the cards people were throwing at him. "Oh my God, you guys." He read through them all, laughing. "Okay, I really liked 'catapults' at first, but I found one that was even better, so sorry Catapults, you're the loser card."

"Shit!" Thad exclaimed.

"And the winner…. 'Next from JK Rowling: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Sexting'," Trent said.

"Oh my God, I didn't think that would win," David said, pulling his tie off, and throwing it behind him. How these boys keep track of their own clothing, I'll never know.

"What'll it be, Thad?" Trent asked sweetly.

"I had sex with one of the girls from Crawford… in our dorm while Trent was sleeping," Thad said.

"Anyone wanna trade roommates?" Trent asked dully.

"You know, Thad, I've got my own room, you can come live with me," Beats said with a shrug. Thad snorted.

"Yeah, right, and live with your sexual escapades? No thank you," Thad replied. "I'll stick with Trent. He's not even home half the time."

"Hey now, don't be spilling other peoples sexual secrets," Trent said.

"I wasn't going to," Thad said.

"Why am I sticky?" David asked. "That's the card. Why am I sticky?"

"Oh, God, all of these cards," Beats laughed, throwing one of them at random at David, as everyone else did the same.

"Jesus Christ, I am too young to play this game," David said, reading the cards. "Okay, erectile dysfunction? More like why am I not sticky, LOSER." The threw the white card in the air. "Lactation. Jesus. Lactation. I'm sticky because lactation."

"Thank you, thank you very much," Nick said, removing his tie. "It was an honor just to be nominated." Everyone looked around for the loser.

"Who played erectile dysfunction?" David asked.

"Me," Sebastian said, "just trying to think of a secret, I don't have many."

"I could tell them a few about you," Jeff joked.

"Shush," Sebastian said. "Where do I even begin on yours, Jeffrey?"

"Hey now, if I have a secret, they probably already know it," Jeff said.

"Yeah, I don't think there's a single one of us that hasn't walked in on you and Nick fucking," Beats said.

"Okay, I got it," Sebastian said. "My biggest fantasy at the moment is being absolutely wrecked."

"Call me," Jeff said, winking. Sebastian pushed his shoulder, playfully.

"Stop," Nick frowned at both of them.

The game went on and on, some of the more notable winners were "When Pharaoh remained unmoved, Moses called down a plague of" "Road head" and "Why do I hurt all over?" "My collection of high tech sex toys". The most notable loser was "Why can't I sleep at night?" "Vigorous jazz hands" which would have won, but someone had played "72 virgins".

The most notable of the Warblers secrets was actually Thad admitting he "totally would have sucked Wes's dick if he'd asked" and David whole heartedly agreeing.

By the end of the night, most of the Warblers were in their underwear, and it was like a very strange competition to see who would actually get the next win.

"Okay," Trent said. "This is probably going to be the last card, because someone is going to lose their underwear. 'A romantic candlelit dinner would be incomplete without….'" Trent read the cards aloud as he flipped through them. "The milk man. The Donald Trump Seal of Approval. Bill Nye The Science Guy. A time travel paradox. Black people. These just keep getting worse and worse… Tentacle porn. The clitoris. I hate you guys right now. AIDS. And Finger Painting. I…. I just…. No, I can't. Forget it, everyone loses."

"Oh come on," Beats said.

"I literally… no," Trent said. He flipped over the second to last card he had in his hands. "A mime having a stroke." He closed his eyes. "I'm not even going to read the last card."

"Do it," Sebastian grinned. Trent looked at the last card and cringed. Everyone laughed.

"Pac-Man uncontrollably guzzling cum," Trent read. "Can I just ask, have any of you actually ever had a romantic candlelit dinner?!"

"Obviously not," Jeff giggled. "Come on. Pick one. One winner. Tell us who wins."

"I do," Trent said. "I was wearing more clothes when we started."

"Just pick a card," Thad said.

"Fine… Finger painting, I guess, is the least objectionable card," Trent finally said.

"That was me," Beats said. "Thank you, gentlemen. It has been a pleasure working with you, good night." He took a bow.

"And the loser is definitely everyone else," Trent said, looking at each person and judging them.

"Okay what was wrong with the Donald Trump Seal of Approval? All candlelit dinners could use that," Nick pouted.

"Fine, you're the runner up," Trent said.

"Black people?" David asked. "Are black people not allowed to have dinner anymore?"

"Oh shush," Trent said. "I bet you didn't even play 'black people'."

"No, I played Tentacle Porn," David shrugged.

"I played the clitoris," Jeff added helpfully.

"Honey, if you don't know what it is, you should stop using the word, we've been through this," Nick said to Jeff.

"I dunno, Nicky, we're both in our underwear, there's only one solution to this…" Jeff said, looking at Nick.

"Okay, everybody, party's over, go home," David announced before Nick and Jeff could jump each other.

"Buzzkill," Jeff muttered.

"Don't act like you weren't there the one time this turned into an orgy," Nick said.

"That never happened," David said to Sebastian, who was looking appropriately scandalized. "They're putting on a show for you."

"Buzzkill twice," Jeff said. "Go home, David, we don't want your kind around here."

"Black people?" David asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Them damn heterosexuals," Jeff said in his best southern accent that was still pretty awful.

"I'm not the only heterosexual Warbler," David said.

"Yes, you are, it's a requirement you have to be queer in some way to be a Warbler," Beats said grimly. "Sorry buddy, but if you wouldn't suck a dick, you're not allowed in. I don't make the rules."

"I could suck a dick if I wanted to, but I don't," David said. "I'm going home, screw you guys." He started pulling his clothes back on. Everyone else started slowly doing the same. Thad and Trent left together to go back to their room. Beats and David argued their way out of the building. Nick and Jeff were the only ones not leaving, instead they were on a chair in the corner of the practice room, still in their underwear. Sebastian pulled his uniform back on slowly and made to leave.

"Hey Sexy, don't think I don't see you trying to sneak out," Jeff called. "Come hither." Confused, Sebastian walked over to Nick and Jeff.

"What's up?" Sebastian asked.

"How do you feel about – Oh, Nicky – about – Nicky! Nicky – I'm trying to…" Jeff tried to talk but Nick was pushing his buttons in all the right ways. "Watching," Jeff finally said, but it was so disjointed from the rest of his sentence, Sebastian didn't know what he meant, and was hesitant to ask.

"Watching?" he asked.

"You. Watch. Us. Here. Now," Jeff got out. "It's gonna happen at this point, anyway."

"Uh…"

"Just say yes," Nick growled low, taking his mouth off Jeff's neck for a moment.

"Okay…" Sebastian said, taking a seat. Nick returned to giving his boyfriend hickeys. Jeff's eyes rolled back, it was clear he was loving it. Not that Sebastian didn't know he was. He knew most things about Jeff's likes and dislikes at this point. He assumed Jeff kept some things secret, of course.

Nick was straddling Jeff as he was sat in the armchair. Jeff's arms were around Nick's back, fingers digging into his ass. Nick's mouth was working from Jeff's neck down Jeff's chest to his nipples, sucking a hickey around the left one. Sebastian watched, entranced, as Nick sucked hickeys liberally into Jeff's chest and belly, licking down into Jeff's bright blue athletic briefs, finally pulling them down enough to reveal Jeff's cock, teasing it a moment before putting it in his mouth. Nick was now kneeling on the floor, Jeff's cock in his mouth. Jeff was grinning stupidly, looking over at Sebastian and looking far too casual.

Sebastian, watching, was far too turned on to pretend that he wasn't, but it didn't feel right to just whip his cock out, so he was trying to palm himself through his pants without being too obvious.

"Don't be shy," Jeff told him. "You're not our first." Sebastian's already pounding heart felt like it skipped a beat out of shock, and he could have smacked the smirk off Jeff's face if he could just get to him. Jeff was opening a bottle of lube it looked like they had had stashed in the chair, and then his fingers were in his ass, and Nick was still sucking on his cock, and they were just so in sync, like they'd done this exact show a thousand times. And maybe they had. Sebastian gave up trying, and decided to enjoy his show. His pants and briefs were around his thighs and his hand was around his erect cock the next time Jeff's eyes met his, and Jeff smirked. It must have gone straight to Jeff's head, the power he was holding over Sebastian, or maybe Nick was finally done teasing and ready to work, because Jeff was tugging on Nick's hair, and Nick popped off, looking up at him. "It's time."

It was the little things like that that made it hard for Sebastian to believe that Nick even played at dominance. Nick stood up for a moment, cracking all his joints as he did so. Jeff pulled him in for a kiss, smiling at Nick like he was the only thing that mattered in the world, and maybe he was. Jeff clearly had better stamina than he usually let on about, and Sebastian was perplexed at how different it was watching the scene unveil in front of him than it was to actually be involved in it. Nick and Jeff clearly had had a gameplan for this before they'd invited over Sebastian, because neither spoke as Nick ditched his underpants and they rearranged themselves on the chair. Nick was lying across it, and while you'd think that would be uncomfortable, it was a very comfortable chair to sit in that way. Jeff straddled him, knees on the chair on either side of Nick, barely fitting in the space provided. The curve of Jeff's butt rubbed backwards against Nick's cock, teasing him, and Nick moaned loudly. Nick put one of his hands on Jeff's hip, the other on his own cock, lining it up with Jeff's hole, and it was Jeff's turn to vocalize. Nick closed his eyes, his head lolling back on the armrest. Jeff spared very few glances for Sebastian as he rode Nick's cock, slowly at first, then so rough and raw, Nick had to stop him to put more lube on the situation, and Jeff mewled the entire time.

Sebastian decided to reevaluate his thoughts on Jeff's stamina yet again when Nick came unexpectedly before Jeff did. Jeff seemed to sigh internally, visible on his face for just the briefest of moments, then Nick's eyes had opened and they smiled at each other, so in love. Nick lifted Jeff off his cock, then reached for Jeff's, pumping it lazily with all the strength he apparently had left, which was not much. Sebastian had come already, leaving just Jeff still yet to finish, which he did with a moan of his boyfriend's name, but a look at Sebastian that would have made him come on the spot if he hadn't already.

"Enjoy the show?" Jeff murmured just loud enough for Sebastian to hear. Sebastian nodded. "Good." Jeff kissed Nick lazily. Sebastian had often wondered why a box of tissues was sitting on the table in this corner though none of the Warblers ever appeared to be sick, and he really should have known. He reached for a few tissues to wipe himself off well enough to get back to his room, pulled his pants back on, and popped the deuce as he left. The last thing he saw of Nick and Jeff before he left was Jeff winking at him.

A/N: Eyo. Leave a review. Love ya.