A/N: I'm going to stop telling you all I love you even though I do because apparently a few of you want to marry me. I'm sorry, I'm flattered, but I don't want to get married. It's not you, I swear. I would love to enter into a polyamorous internet relationship with all of you, though. Remember, I don't own Glee.

Chapter Eight:

"You can tell the others they won't have to deal with me again. Tell them I'm sorry for what I put them through, tell them I'm sorry I talked them into cheating on their girlfriends, tell them anything you want, really. I was a little misguided… okay, a lot misguided last year."

"Sebastian and I are going to go over choreography for Sectionals," Jeff announced. Nick grunted. "Are you even going to talk to me?"

"Wasn't planning on it," Nick said.

"Why are you mad at me?" Jeff asked.

"If you don't know, then you need to grow the hell up," Nick said.

"Ookay, then," Jeff said. "See you." He left their room and went next door.

"Excellent, you're here," Sebastian said. "Everyone says you're the one to talk to when it comes to planning dance numbers."

"Indeed," Jeff agreed. "It's my favorite thing."

"And if I've read the Warblers rule book correctly from 1891, you're also the councilor in charge of song selection," Sebastian said, snapping the ancient book shut and placing it on his desk.

"I suppose I am," Jeff said.

"Excellent, I have plenty of ideas I want to bounce off you," Sebastian said. "First, Nick was a rockstar in Uptown Girl, so I think we should definitely use that for Sectionals."

"Absolutely," Jeff agreed.

"And not to toot my own horn here, but I think I should sing the other song," Sebastian said.

"Sure," Jeff shrugged. "What song?"

"I don't know yet," Sebastian said.

"What's it like?" Jeff asked.. Sebastian stared at the absolute vagueness of that comment.

"What is what like?" Sebastian asked. "You're going to have to be more specific, you could be talking about scarves for all I know."

"Having a solo," Jeff said.

"Oh, uh…" Sebastian began. "It's alright if you like that sort of thing. Have you never had one?"

"Nope, never," Jeff said. "The dancing is really more my thing."

"Would you like to have a solo?" Sebastian asked.

"I… I don't really…" Jeff said vaguely, shrugging.

"Why don't you lead the next practice, then?" Sebastian asked. "It'll be great. We'll find a really fun song for you."

"Oh… I don't know…" Jeff said.

"Wow, you get nervous easy," Sebastian said. "We could do a song together, if you want to."

"Sure, I guess," Jeff said.

"If they like it, we can do it at Sectionals," Sebastian said. "What do you like… Pink? Fall Out Boy? Nickelback? Taylor Swift?"

"All of the above," Jeff replied.

"I had a feeling you did," Sebastian said. "What do you think about clubs?"

"Like… dance clubs?" Jeff asked.

"More like a gay bar?" Sebastian said, with half a smile.

"We're not old enough to go to a bar," Jeff said. Sebastian produced a small piece of plastic from nowhere – no, make that two pieces of plastic.

"For you and Nick," Sebastian said. "Do me the favor of accompanying me to Scandals this Friday night?"

"Sure," Jeff said. "Sounds like fun."

"No," Nick said.

"Come on, Nicky, it'll be fun," Jeff said.

"No," Nick repeated.

"Nickyy," Jeff whined. "If you don't tell me what's wrong, I can't fix it."

"If you don't know what's wrong, maybe we shouldn't be together anymore," Nick shot back. Jeff was floored.

"Wow. You need to chill the hell out," Jeff said.

"You need to get out of my room," Nick shot back. Jeff stormed angrily into the hall, where Sebastian was waiting.

"Don't ask," Jeff said in answer to Sebastian's questioning face. "Let's just go." Jeff was very quiet on the ride into Lima.

"Okay, I can't take it anymore, what happened?" Sebastian asked.

"I think he's mad at me because I'm friends with you," Jeff said.

"And that makes him angry, because…?" Sebastian asked.

"Because I've never had any other friends besides him before," Jeff said. "Maybe, I don't know. I don't want to talk about him. Not tonight."

"Okay, that's fair," Sebastian said. "You'll be having so much fun soon that you'll forget all about it anyway."

"I hope so," Jeff said. Sebastian pulled his car into the parking lot at Scandals. "How do you always get your car back to school?"

"Either I have someone drive me back in, or I take a cab, or once I paid someone to get it for me," Sebastian said. "Money's not really a problem for me. Don't sweat it."

The pair showed their IDs to the bouncer and were permitted entry to the bar.

"What a dump," Jeff commented.

"Tell me about it," Sebastian remarked. They walked to the bar and Sebastian ordered a number of shots. "Ever drank before?" Jeff shook his head. "That's gotta be a lie, come on."

"No, I haven't," Jeff said. "I used to take anti-depressants, and I couldn't drink."

"Do you still take them now?" Sebastian asked, concerned, retracting the drink he'd been about to hand Jeff.

"No."

"Alright then," Sebastian said, handing a shot to Jeff. "Take it slow." Jeff pounded the shot. "Or don't."

"Gimme another one," Jeff said. Sebastian handed him a second one, then quickly took two of his own, not wanting to fall behind.

The evening progressed and the pair got progressively drunker.

"Okay, see those guys over there?" Sebastian asked, nodding to a couple of mediocre looking guys. "Every time I come in here, they try to get with me."

"And you said no?" Jeff asked.

"I do have standards, please," Sebastian scoffed. "That is, I am not yet that desperate. Maybe by next year." Jeff laughed. "And besides that…"

I'm not here for your entertainment!
You don't really wanna mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second,
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cuz you know it's over before it began
Keep your drink, just gimme the money
It's just you and your hand tonight!

Jeff joined in with the song as Sebastian pulled him out to the dance floor.

You know who you are, high-fiving, talking shit, but you're going home alone, aren't ya?

It was different, dancing like this, dancing with Sebastian… Jeff had never been anywhere quite this sleazy, but it was pretty fun. Sebastian was tall, hot, and though he didn't look it under the uniform he wasn't wearing tonight, perfectly toned. Jeff supposed it was all the Lacrosse. He had a sudden flash of himself, licking Sebastian's abs and stumbled slightly, taken aback. Sebastian caught him, fortunately.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian asked. Jeff shook his head.

"I don't know, I feel funny," Jeff said. Sebastian put an arm around him and helped him walk to the bar.

"Water," Sebastian snapped to the bartender.

That was the last thing Jeff remembered from that night.

Jeff woke up the next morning, perfectly comfortable, cuddled up in two blankets, but something was wrong. The bed was too small, and there was no one next to him. This wasn't his bed or his room, and where was Nick?

Then the events of the night before came rushing back and he sat straight up.

"Well, good morning," Sebastian remarked, chuckling. "Are you always such a sleepyhead?" Jeff spared a glance for the clock – 11:15. Warbler practice was at noon.

"Ohh, my God," Jeff said, quickly hopping out of the bed he'd slept in. "Oh, my God. Oh, ooh, ah, no. Oh, God."

"Okay, strange reaction to oversleeping," Sebastian said. "If you want to take a sec to get cleaned up before we do a little work on our song for practice today?" Jeff stared at Sebastian like he had three heads, at least. Sebastian was already showered, dressed in his uniform, and, it looked like, doing homework at his desk. "Stop staring at me like that, you're making me uncomfortable."

"What… did we?" Jeff tried to articulate. "Because… and I'm…"

"Jesus, you're weird today," Sebastian said. "Nothing happened, I know you're taken. Look at yourself." Jeff looked at himself – he was wearing the same jeans and button up he'd been wearing the night before, now sleep rumpled.

"Oh. We didn't do anything," Jeff concluded. Sebastian shook his head, trying to contain his laughter. "Okay."

"I like that your first assumption is that I would get you drunk and take advantage of my best friend, who is coincidentally already taken by the scariest person I've ever had the misfortune to cross paths with." Jeff had to admit it was unlikely. "Black out drunk and non-consensual… it's not me."

"Yeah, okay," Jeff said, smoothing his shirt a little, taking deep breaths. "Okay."

"I don't do this very often, but because we're friends, I promise you, I won't do anything with you unless you ask me to," Sebastian said. "We're buddies." Jeff nodded. "Practice? Real quick and then you can go shower and get dressed?"

"Yeah, did you decide on a song?" Jeff asked, sitting back down on the bed.

"I thought we did pretty good with You and Your Hand," Sebastian said. "Sound okay?"

"Yeah, definitely," Jeff said. "We kinda have a tradition in the Warblers for Pink songs. It dates back to Blaine, I think."

"Ah, Blaine," Sebastian said. "He's lucky."

"How?" Jeff asked.

"He's lucky he decided to transfer out before I transferred in, or he and Hummel would be long broken up," Sebastian grinned. Jeff rolled his eyes. "Okay, practice." They ran the song once, singing along to Sebastian's iPod, then Jeff went next door to his own room.

It didn't surprise him that the bathroom door was shut and the water was running. He briefly entertained the thought of joining Nick in the shower, but then decided against it, in case Nick was still angry with him for no reason. Instead, Jeff grabbed his uniform and went back to Sebastian's room to use his shower.

"Why does your room have two beds and desks if it's just you in here?" Jeff asked.

"It's a valid question," Sebastian admitted. "It was like that when I got here. So I can entertain guests, I suppose. Generally, I sleep on this one and have sex on that one, but sometimes I switch it up. Sometimes I enjoy doing it standing up against that bare bit of wall there next to the bathroom door." Jeff nodded, sometimes it was nice to switch things up. "You know, I've never been in your room, but how is there even room for a window, if it's set up like this one?"

"Uh, it's a little different," Jeff said. "Our bathroom is smaller and off to one side, and the window is sort of next to it. It was kinda cramped until we pushed our beds together."

"Oh, man, why didn't I think of that? I could have been sleeping on a double wide this whole time," Sebastian said. "Help me rearrange later?"

"Sure thing," Jeff agreed, before he slipped into the bathroom.

Nick refused to look at Jeff during practice, even though Jeff was rocking the song he and Sebastian were doing. Everyone cheered, Jeff's first solo, well, duet, but it still counted. Jeff basked in it – the knowledge that he was good at something.

"You," Jeff said to Sebastian after practice as they walked across campus. "Are the single most fantastic person on the planet!"

"Really now?" Sebastian asked, surprised. "Why would that be?"

"I never thought I could do… do that!" Jeff exclaimed. "Sing, on my own, in front of all of them. Me, solo!"

"Why not?"

"I don't know," Jeff shrugged, pushing his hair out of his face subconsciously. "Probably because I'm not very pretty and sort of… awkward… and not really very good at anything."

"You did audition for the group, right?" Sebastian asked. "And you do own a mirror, am I correct?"

"Of course I have a mirror, what kind of question is that?" Jeff asked. Sebastian fished his phone out of his pocket quickly.

"Smile," Sebastian instructed. Jeff did, a wide genuine smile. Sebastian turned the phone around to show Jeff. "You are one of the most beautiful people on earth." Jeff looked at the picture, it was him but… different. "Now, go back to your room, get your homework done, because we are practicing all day tomorrow for the number we are going to do at Sectionals." Jeff didn't budge. "Jeff." Jeff looked at his friend. "Go home." Jeff took off running towards his dormitory. Sebastian headed toward the Lacrosse field and the adjoining locker rooms. He was picking up a hottie vibe in that vicinity, and besides he had Lacrosse practice soon.

"You're late," Nick said, hearing the door open.

"Sorry?" Jeff replied. "Were you expecting me?"

"You didn't come home last night," Nick said.

"I blacked out, Sebastian let me stay next door," Jeff said.

"Clearly," Nick replied, still not looking at Jeff, although the conversation was an improvement.

"Are you still mad at me? I'm not going to replace you as my best friend, and certainly not as my boyfriend," Jeff said. "I Niff you." Nick stewed on his reply for several moments, finally wrenching his eyes from his shoes to look at Jeff before he spoke.

"You are always worried about you losing me, you not being good enough for me," Nick said. "Well, I worry the same things. I'm not Captain of the Warblers, I'm slowing losing my credibility as lead soloist, I've got nothing left except you. And he's taking that from me too."

"But… I don't care if you're not the Captain or lead soloist, you're Nicky," Jeff said. "You're my Nicky, and you're perfect just the way you are. I've Niffed you since I was seven years old, before we'd even shared nachos or crayons or whatever it is seven year olds do. Sebastian is just my friend. He doesn't mean anything, he's just a friend. He wanted you to come with us last night, you didn't want to. He's not going to take me from you. And besides all that, I'm the councilor in charge of song selection, and I can give you every solo if I want to." Nick smiled weakly. "Baby come back?" Jeff opened his arms, waiting for Nick to come to him. Nick stood up, a stupid grin on his face like they'd just had sex for the first time, and ran the few feet into Jeff's waiting arms.

"I Niff you too," Nick replied, letting Jeff pick him up a couple inches briefly, before he landed back on his feet and pulled Jeff to their joined bed.

Despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary as Sectionals neared, Jeff still maintained Nick wasn't going to lose him to Sebastian. Sectionals had been two weeks off when they'd had their fight, now it was only a week away.

Five days.

Three.

"Scandals tonight?" Sebastian asked, popping his head into Nick and Jeff's room.

"Shouldn't we be practicing for Sectionals?" Nick asked.

"Is everything about competition to you?" Sebastian asked. "You gotta leave some room for the fun times."

"I'm in," Jeff agreed. "Come on, Nicky, you'll love it."

"I was planning to watch two more episodes then go to bed," Nick said.

"That sounds lame," Sebastian said. "Come out with us, I swear you won't regret it." Nick turned a glare on Sebastian. "I'm trying to be your friend, here, woman. You could at least humor me."

"There's a jukebox," Jeff interjected. "It's got your favorite song!"

"Fine, I will accompany you to Scandals," Nick conceded. "And Sebastian, if you call me woman one more time, you will find out just how un-ladylike I really am."

"Ooh, kinky," Sebastian grinned. "Don't threaten me with a good time." Nick shot him a glare, but Jeff laughed and Nick started blushing and then all three of them were laughing. "Parking lot in five?" Then Sebastian was gone with a wink.

"No, it's not just that he has the audacity to park his stupid red BMW in Blaine's spot," Nick said as he and Jeff waited for Sebastian, leaning against his car, "or that he's late or that he usurped my position. There's something about him I just don't like. I can't put my finger on it. You know like that way you hate Victoria Justice, but you don't know why?"

"Still a mystery," Jeff said.

"I just thought this year would be great, you know?" Nick rambled on. "My year, our year, you and me. When Blaine left, I had this sudden flash of myself, somehow, impossibly leading us to victory, confetti falling on our heads, you kissing me onstage… The time of our lives."

"It'll happen," Jeff said. "You have a solo at Sectionals, and you're going to own it, because you are a rock star, Nicholas Duval. You'll go down in Dalton history as the legend who, above all odds, became even greater than Blaine Warbler. Which, I'm sure, is saying something because his last name is Warbler."

"You really believe that?" Nick asked.

"Not a single bit of it," Sebastian interjected. Nick frowned at him. "Come off it, Duval. You're mediocre at best, and Blaine's last name isn't Warbler. Get in the car, let's go." Nick was about to protest, but then Jeff had pushed him into the backseat of the BMW.

"Oof!" Nick exclaimed.

"Oh, don't play like that, we all know you like it rough," Sebastian chided as he climbed into the front seat.

"Oh, well, fuck you," Nick shot back.

"You're more than welcome to," Sebastian replied. Jeff laughed.

"What are you, twelve?" Nick asked his boyfriend. Jeff laughed more. "What are we waiting for?"

"Our designated driver," Sebastian replied as the passenger door opened and Trent got in. "Trent has graciously agreed to provide us with this service."

"Someone's got to look after the three of you," Trent shrugged. "Especially Sebastian."

"I am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thanks," Sebastian said, starting the car. "It's Jeff who needs the looking after."

"I don't know, judging by the look Nicky gave you when you said 'mediocre at best', he might be the one needing the most looking after," Jeff said, quickly kissing Nick on the lips.

"Well, I've been around," Sebastian said. "Like I said, nine different boarding schools in the Midwest, a private school in Chicago, and, last but not least, Paris, and your boyfriend is, unfortunately, mediocre at best. You definitely have all the talent in your relationship, not to mention all the looks."

"No, don't be silly," Jeff said. "I'm definitely worse than mediocre, I'm awkward and… kinda tall in the wrong way and my hair does this thing where it…" He trailed off as his phone buzzed in his pocket and he opened it. Sebastian (while driving, tsk tsk) had sent him the picture he'd taken of him.

"Don't text and drive," Trent reprimanded Sebastian.

"I just really wish he'd stop saying stuff like that," Sebastian said.

"So do I," Nick said. "J, you are obviously one of the most beautiful and perfect people on the planet."

"No I'm not," Jeff mumbled, sinking into the leather seat, looking at the picture on his phone. It was silent for a while until Trent got bored of silence.

"So," Trent said. "Dream role in a musical, go."

"Fiyero, Wicked," Sebastian said, immediately.

"Seriously?" Trent asked, laughing.

"Oh, absolutely," Sebastian said. "He's so me. Except for that bit at the end where he falls in love and turns into a scarecrow."

"So, really he's nothing like you at all," Nick concluded.

"He's a little like me," Sebastian argued. "If you push aside the fact that all that love bullshit is a myth."

"Scuse me?" Nick snorted.

"It doesn't exist. It's bullshit," Sebastian said. "None of it is real. It's all hormones and your DNA telling you to reproduce. It's crap."

"Everyone's entitled to their own opinion," Trent interjected, sensing a fight.

"No, no one is entitled to an opinion on whether what I feel for Jeff is real or not," Nick said. "Because it is real and strong and do not test me, Sebastian Smythe. I've already had it up to here with you!" He raised his hand to indicate a level near the ceiling of the car.

"Okay, calm down," Sebastian said, as he made a hard left turn into the parking lot at Scandals. "I really don't want to get into this fight with you right now, because I came here to unwind, but fine, if you want to believe it exists, that's perfectly okay."

"Aren't you supposed to be in love with Blaine?" Jeff asked Sebastian. Sebastian chuckled.

"Sure, he's pretty, but I don't do emotions," Sebastian said. "Obviously. Shall we?" The quartet walked into the bar. Sebastian ordered shots for him and Jeff, a beer for Nick, and a Shirley Temple (with extra cherries) for Trent. "To the glamorous life, boys."

After downing three shots, Sebastian headed straight to the jukebox to load it up with a few good songs, a few pop songs, things Jeff liked. Then, because it was Drag Queen Wednesday, and Ginger from Gilligan's Island had taken his seat at the bar, he pulled Jeff to dance with him.

"No, by the way," Sebastian said suddenly about half an hour later.

"No, what?" Jeff asked.

"No, 'I don't do emotions' isn't the only reason I'm not hooked on Blaine," Sebastian said.

"I didn't ask," Jeff said.

"You were thinking it," Sebastian replied.

"Then what's the other reason?" Jeff asked.

"Oh, you know, I'm sort of looking into other possibilities," Sebastian shrugged. "Keeping my options open. Continuing my conquest of the men of Dalton Academy."

"How many guys have you had sex with?" Jeff asked.

"More than I can count," Sebastian said. "I think I have an official tally from each different school in my room somewhere, I can get you the number if you want it."

"No thanks."

"And what about you, Mr. Sterling?" Sebastian asked. "How many lucky guys have gotten to tap that?"

"Three," Jeff said.

"Oh, interesting," Sebastian said with a smirk. "There's a plot twist."

"I haven't always been with Nicky, what's it to you?"

"Just saying," Sebastian said. "Care to make it four?" Jeff didn't know what to think about this. He knew the correct answer was 'no', plain and simple, but the question hadn't been 'have sex with me right here and now' and besides, Sebastian had said he wouldn't start anything without Jeff's permission, which led to this gray area.

"Maybe someday," Jeff said.

"Interesting again," Sebastian said, his smirk widening. "Wouldn't have pegged you for the type."

"What type is that?" Jeff asked.

"You know," Sebastian replied, winking.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Nick announced from near the jukebox. "One of Earth's traditional ballads!" He pushed the button on the jukebox, and the song started playing.

"Earth's traditional ballads?" Sebastian asked, stopping his dancing for a moment. "It's… Toxic. This is Britney Spears."

"That's my boyfriend," Jeff grinned, "the Whovian."

"The what?" Sebastian asked.

"Doctor Who," Jeff said.

"Why are you asking me?" Sebastian asked. Jeff rolled his eyes and ran over to his boyfriend, seizing him. "Well, then." Sebastian went back to the bar, two more shots were definitely in order. "You know what, Trent Warbler?"

"Hmm?" Trent asked serenely, popping a cherry into his mouth.

"I think we need to find you a man," Sebastian said.

"I hope you're not thinking yourself," Trent said.

"Not specifically, unless you're into that sort of thing," Sebastian said.

"I'd rather have a real relationship, no offense," Trent replied.

"Right," Sebastian said. "Well, remind me tomorrow and I'll fix you up with someone nice."

"How do you even know anyone nice?" Trent asked.

"I know you, don't I?"

Nick and Jeff spent the next hour drinking and tripping over each other trying to dance. The hour after that Sebastian and Trent joined them as they tried to put on an impromptu Warblers number, Nick slurring the lyrics to You Give Love a Bad Name as the other three danced behind him. By the time Trent dragged them out at 2am (they had school the next day), Nick could barely walk and Jeff wasn't any better. Only Sebastian seemed to be able to handle his alcohol. Lots of practice, Trent assumed, as he helped Sebastian heave Nick into the backseat. Jeff dove after him, and Sebastian rolled his eyes, slamming the back door before digging his keys out of his pocket and handing them to Trent.

"Enjoy," Sebastian said, turning back to the building.

"And where do you think you're going?" Trent asked, hands on his hips.

"Back inside," Sebastian shrugged. "You think I'd go to a bar on a Wednesday and leave without getting laid?"

"Get in the car," Trent instructed.

"What's it to you, sassy? I'll take a cab back later, they know me here."

"Get in the car now," Trent said. "It's not a negotiation." Sebastian glared at him for several seconds before stomping around the car into the passenger side seat. "That's much better. You don't need to find creepy men in a sleazy bar. You're better than that. And besides, I'd never get these two upstairs without you."

"Forgot we lived on the third floor," Sebastian said. Trent put the car in gear and drove it out of the parking lot.

"This is a smooth ride," Trent said.

"You're telling me," Sebastian said. "Just don't crash it. I'm leasing."

"Thought money wasn't an issue for you," Trent teased.

"It's not, but my dad gets cranky sometimes," Sebastian said. "Like when I go out drinking and crash my BMW."

"Where's your dad? Why did he send you to so many different schools?" Trent asked.

"Oh, you know me, I like trouble," Sebastian said. "Set fire to a mascot once, probably one of the tamer things. Not his fault I had to go to so many."

"So you're just going to light Tweets on fire one of these days and be off to another school?" Trent asked.

"I wish," Sebastian said, "but no. This is the end of the line for me. Dalton or bust. Dad's gotten stingy, said he won't pay for any more schools after this. I get kicked out of here and it's off to the Chicago Public School District."

"That's too bad, I guess. So you're stuck with us until graduation, and then what?" Trent asked.

"Hopefully, I'm off to New York," Sebastian replied.

"To do what?"

"Male escort," Sebastian replied promptly. Trent laughed. "No, but in all seriousness, college. I'm going to be a lawyer."

"There are colleges in Ohio."

"But there's no me in Ohio. Not to toot my own horn here, but I am wasted in Ohio."

"You do have a certain flair," Trent said. "Don't think I haven't noticed."

"Don't think I haven't noticed you noticing," Sebastian replied.

"Get a room," Jeff mumbled.

"Coming from you?" Trent asked. Sebastian looked over his shoulder into the backseat.

"Hey! I'm leasing! Get your hands out of each other's pants!"

By the time they arrived back at Dalton, Jeff had completely passed out. Nick tumbled out of the car the second it was parked and puked.

"Sloppy drunks," Sebastian sighed. "You good to walk, Nick?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Nick said shakily.

"Trent, help him upstairs. I'll get Jeff," Sebastian instructed. Trent helped Nick walk up to the third floor, while Sebastian carried Jeff easily, finally laying him in the bed he shared with Nick. "Good night you two. See you in History if you show up." He laughed then he and Trent were back in the hallway.

"Well, this has been fun, but I think it's probably time to hit the hay," Trent said.

"Nah, come in and stay for a while, I'm not tired yet," Sebastian said, unlocking the door to his room and motioning Trent to follow him. Trent sat at Sebastian's desk, Sebastian lounged on his bed. "We have something in common, you know."

"And what's that?" Trent asked, flipping experimentally through a book on Sebastian's desk. It was in French.

"Everyone seems to think we've got boners for Blaine," Sebastian said.

"Well, I don't," Trent retorted.

"No, nor do I," Sebastian sighed. "He's pretty, and it might be nice for a while, but I'd get bored eventually. How about you?"

"How about me what?"

"What do you do?"

"Nothing really," Trent said, shifting in his seat. "I'm in high school."

"I didn't invite you in here just to talk, you know," Sebastian said.

"I figured as much," Trent said. "You're not exactly subtle."

"Not my style," Sebastian commented. "How about it?" Trent looked at the door, then back at Sebastian, and nodded.

"Yeah, sure," Trent said.

"Will I be the first?" Sebastian asked. "I do have a very small subset of morals, and that's one of them."

"No– Yes."

"I'm fairly certain you can really only be one or the other," Sebastian said. "Unless you're one of those slightly eccentric born again virgins."

"There was a – a guy, and we were… intimate," Trent said, fiddling with a pen from the desk as he searched for words. "But we didn't… there was no… um…" He trailed off.

"Okay," Sebastian said, nodding. "First timer. No big deal to me, if you're willing, I'm up for it."

"Y-yeah," Trent said. "I'm just not really sure how it… works."

"Well, generally, when there are two guys and one's drunk at 3 in the morning, and there's a raccoon in the hot tub…"

"No, I know how… sex works," Trent interrupted. "How do you work?"

"Are you asking if you have to tip me? I'm not a prostitute," Sebastian said, laughing a little. "Yet."

"No, not exactly… I guess I'm just lost, is all. And a little afraid," Trent said. "Not of… of this. Of what people will think."

"Trent Warbler, you have two options. You can walk out the door, no string attached, and I won't come after you. Or you can relax and enjoy the show because I am going to give you the best night of your entire life."

Trent didn't leave.

When Nick woke up the next morning, Jeff was already showered and sitting quietly at his desk. Nick groaned, headache, catching Jeff's attention.

"Hey," Jeff said, softly.

"Hey," Nick said. "What time is it?"

"About 9:30," Jeff said. "I thought we'd show up for lunch and go to afternoon classes if you wanted…"

"What the hell happened last night?" Nick asked, sitting up. Jeff tossed him a bottle of pills, which he almost caught. "I remember agreeing to go to a bar and dancing to Toxic…"

"That basically sums it up, I think," Jeff said. "Except… uh, one thing."

"What?" Nick asked.

"Sebastian," Jeff said. Nick looked at Jeff, as though scared of him.

"Sebastian and you…?"

"No, no, no, not me!" Jeff said quickly. "Trent."

"I'll kill him," Nick said, immediately getting to his feet, hangover forgotten. "How did you even find out?"

"I saw Trent this morning," Jeff said. "He told me."

"He told you?" Nick asked.

"Of course he did," Jeff said.

"Of course he did," Nick repeated. "We're practically his parents."

"I thought we were Blaine's parents," Jeff said.

"We can't have two kids?" Nick asked.

"Not two boys, I thought we'd have one of each," Jeff said.

"Oh, good point," Nick said. "What did Trent say when you saw him?"

"Just told me what he did and not to be mad because it was his choice," Jeff said.

"And?"

"That it was spectacular," Jeff grinned.

"Oh, like he has a frame of reference," Nick scoffed.

A/N: Also I kind of apologize for not updating this sooner. I really don't have the internet at home, and I'm doing really well considering. Happy pre-Niff Anniversary! (Tomorrow's 3/6!)

I'll get another chapter to you either tonight or tomorrow, I absolutely promise. I've been writing in the meantime, so there are plenty of chapters to come!

Samantha.