Title: A Synchronicity Of Opposites
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Hunter Clarington/Sebastian Smythe
Word Count: 502
Summary: A collection of Huntbastian drabbles prompted via Tumblr.
Warnings/Spoilers: None in particular for this drabble.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the FOX universe.
Anonymous prompted a fic which included the sentence: "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always."
Loosely inspired by something Maggie (magtastical) suggested on The Seblaine Network.
He can tell, as soon as he enters the apartment, that Sebastian's in a mood. One Direction music had been filtering down the corridor, seeping beneath the door, and easily distinguishable from the elevator, but now that he's inside, he can tell Sebastian's in full-blown hysteria over the news that Zayn Malik intends to leave the British boyband he's adored for the past few years. He's never understood Sebastian's obsession, he's barely even tolerated it, but now? Now he thinks that ignoring Sebastian's obsession has done more harm than good and he should have crushed it years ago.
"Turn that racket off and stop crying into your One Direction pillow," he yells over the noise, peeling his coat from his shoulders and hanging it on the hook by the door.
"Come over here and make me!" Sebastian yells back, his voice stuffy because of his blocked nose, his words partially muffled by the pillow he clutches to his chest. He looks like many of the devastated teen girls splashed all over social media, lamenting the loss, freaking out over something that seemed ridiculous to him.
Seeing a fully grown male like Sebastian upset over this piece of pop culture news too was more than he could take.
He stalks over to the stereo and yanks Sebastian's iPhone from the dock. The music cuts instantly out and Sebastian hisses but doesn't make an effort to move from the couch that he's huddled up on. He looks miserable and, though Hunter wouldn't say it out loud, completely pathetic. It's only a band, he thinks as he surveys Sebastian's swollen eyes and flushed cheeks.
Sebastian's eyes fill with fresh tears as Hunter stares at him and he squashes down the urge to roll his eyes and stamp his foot. "What am I going to do now?" Sebastian whispers, sniffing and increasing his grip on the pillow. "Zayn was the prettiest."
This time, he can't stop himself from rolling his eyes as he approaches Sebastian and sits heavily on the couch beside him. It is, without a doubt, the most ridiculous situation he's ever found himself in.
"Hey, I'm with you, okay?" he says, aiming for affectionate as he pats Sebastian's shin and offers a smile that he tries to make hopeful. He's not sure he succeeds because Sebastian's staring at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes but comforting has never been something Hunter does well. "Just because there's four instead of five doesn't mean the group is over. It doesn't mean your life is over."
Sebastian's lips wobble and Hunter doesn't have enough time to brace himself for the other male throwing himself at his chest, fingers bunching into his shirt, sobs falling from his mouth and tears staining his shirt. He stiffens and attempts to pat Sebastian's back.
He begins debating whether paying Zayn to rejoin the boy band would cost him less money than all the shirts he would need dry-cleaned as a result of Sebastian's excessive tear-and-snot output over the next few weeks.
~FIN~