A/N: Fun with Niff and Seblaine? Wheee-ooooo! I'm a little bit drunk but that really has nothing to do with the chapter cuz i wrote it a while ago but i'm not big on captial letters right now or spelling apparently. Enjoy the chapter, i';ll see you at the end. :D

Chapter Eleven:

"The first rule of Sebastian Smythe Christmas is liquor. Fortunately, I've never had a problem getting any, and have filled Hunter's dresser with various contraband. The second rule is hot men. I think between the two of us, we've got that covered. And usually there's a lot of sex. And where there is plenty of liquor involved, I'm sure that won't be an issue."

Nick was throwing things into his suitcase, it was his first real trip since he'd started at Dalton. He was going to Jeff's house for Christmas vacation. Nick didn't mind that he hadn't been home in two and a half years, he'd never really liked home anyway, Jeff wasn't there. A knock on the door.

"For the last time, Sebastian, if that's you, you can't come," Nick called.

"I don't even want to come," Sebastian said, poking his head in. "Sounds too… domestic. I'm planning to virtually live at Scandals for the next two weeks. You'll be back for New Year's, right?"

"Should be, yeah," Nick said.

"Where's Jeff?" Sebastian asked.

"Shower," Nick said.

"Water's not running," Sebastian commented. The bathroom door opened just then, and Jeff walked out with a burst of steam, nothing but a towel slung low about his hips. "And I'm leaving. Nice talk, see you at New Year's." He turned around and walked back out of the room. Jeff laughed. "Don't tease me, Jeffrey!" Sebastian yelled from the hall.

"Don't make me want to!" Jeff replied loudly. "And how is Nicky this morning?"

"Concerned," Nick said. "Your parents don't know about… us… do they?"

"No, why?" Jeff asked. "Is it that important? We were best friends before, we're best friends now, the only difference is now we have sex too."

"And hold hands at dinner," Nick said. "And sit in each other's laps. And kiss and flirt and–"

"Chill out, it'll be fine," Jeff said. "If it starts being weird, we'll just come back."

"Or we could tell them," Nick suggested.

"Is it that important? I don't want to ruin Christmas," Jeff said. "They have cable, we can watch the Doctor Who Christmas Special!"

"You bet your ass we're going to," Nick replied, kissing Jeff. "But right now, I'm going to lock the door, and you're going to drop that towel, because you are the sexiest man in the universe."

"Including Blaine?" Jeff asked.

"Yup."

"Including David Tennant?"

"Yup."

"Including Benedict Cumberbatch?"

"Yup."

"Including John Barrowman?"

"Maybe," Nick replied, pushing the door shut and turning the lock. "But Captain Jack's not here and you are."

"He's also twice your age," Jeff said as Nick tore the towel from his waist. "At least."

"Stop it."

Sebastian's Christmas plans had been simple: book a hotel room, hit the bars, screw as many guys as possible. His many failed attempts at getting Blaine to see he was the far superior choice to that Kurt Hummel was starting to get to him.

Except his mother called. Worried about him, all alone in the States.

So instead of booking a hotel room, he booked a plane ticket and flew to Paris to visit her. It's not like there weren't hot guys in Paris he hadn't banged yet. It was nice, pretending he had a family for once. He'd always loved his mother, and it's not that his father was bad or mean or anything, he was just never there.

Sebastian told his mother everything, how he'd owned at Sectionals, become Captain of the Warblers, and met the man of his dreams, Blaine Anderson.

On Christmas Day, François popped the question, asked Jacqueline to marry him. She was only too happy, it had been five years since she and Mr. Smythe had broken up. Sebastian thought it was too soon, they'd only been seeing each other a year, if that, but they were grownups and he knew they were perfect for each other, even if François didn't approve of him.

Why should he? It's not like Sebastian was a model son or anything. In fact, he was probably the worst son ever, what with getting kicked out of schools and doing whatever he wanted at all hours.

"You know, Soph," Sebastian said, talking English at his step-sister, even though she didn't know it at all. She was pretty much asleep, curled in Sebastian's arms, and liked the sound of most English words. Like Glockenspiel. That's a funny word. "Your dad's not so bad. Maybe I should have stayed here. Ohio isn't working out so well for me. There's a guy. His name is Blaine and, my God, Soph, he's just about the most adorable thing in the universe. That hair, oh, and those eyes, wow, and his smile…" Sebastian sighed dramatically. "But there's a problem… he's already taken. And that guy isn't awful, he's just … not me. Man, I don't know." He looked at his step-sister. "Qu'est-ce que je faisait?"

"Sébastian?" Sophie mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Je ne parle pas Anglais," she said.

"Right," Sebastian said, cuddling her closer and starting again, this time in French. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful prince named Sebastian, and he lived in a magical land where it was okay for princes to marry other princes. Prince Sebastian had gone out to another kingdom one day, another kingdom in the same land where it's okay for two princes to get married, and while riding, he came across a distressed prince. His name was Blaine and he was the most magnificent prince Sebastian had ever seen. Unfortunately for our hero, Blaine was locked away in the tallest tower of the McKinley Castle, guarded by a fiery dragon, Kurt." He babbled on, telling Sophie this magical story, basically a fictionalization of his own life. Finally, he rolled to a stop. "Prince Sebastian was right there, about to barge into the castle, all thoughts of the dragon thrown to the wind."

"And then what happened?" Sophie asked her stepbrother in French.

"I don't know," Sebastian said. "He lost his nerve. The dragon is really … scary." He felt almost stupid, describing Kurt as scary. Sebastian could crush him with one thumb, but he doubted Blaine would appreciate it.

"Sébastian?"

"Yeah?"

"Tu dois sauver le prince," she told him.

Sebastian eventually bid his mother au revoir, heading back to the States for New Year's, like he'd promised. Nick, Jeff, Trent, and a few others were back. Nick was showing off his plush Dalek that Jeff had gotten him, how it matched his Tardis one, whatever all that meant… Sebastian just sat by himself in a corner of the common room, staring at the TV, but not really seeing or hearing it.

"What's going on in your head, buddy?" Jeff asked, sprawling himself across the arm of Sebastian's chair.

"I don't want to be here," Sebastian replied.

"Then go back to your room," Jeff said.

"That wouldn't do any good. I have to rescue the Prince," Sebastian said, standing up suddenly and leaving the room.

"Where has he been?" Jeff asked Nick of Sebastian.

"Went to Paris with his family," Nick said. "Where'd he go?"

"Said he had to rescue the prince," Jeff said.

"What prince? His Prince? Is he drunk?"

"He doesn't have a prince."

"He has Blaine…"

Sebastian was already in the suburbs by the time he realized he didn't have the slightest idea where Blaine lived or if he'd even be home. On basic instinct, he parked his car on the side of the road, using his phone to look at Blaine's facebook. Blaine was the sort of person who would have all their contact information on the facebooks, even his address, in case someone wanted to pop by and bust out a funky tune.

Good, it wasn't far now. Sebastian hopped out of his car, walking to the end of the street, turning right and continuing on. It was nighttime, far into the dark hours, maybe 8:30. It was snowing a little as Sebastian jogged the last few houses and turned to one that looked just as normal as all the others. One light was on, but the shade was pulled and Sebastian entertained for a moment that Kurt might be in there with Blaine, but he shook that thought, somehow knowing Blaine was alone tonight.

In true Prince fashion, Sebastian picked up a few pebbles and threw them at the window with the light on. It took three pebbles for the shade to go up and Blaine's face showed in the window. He looked halfway between amused and confused.

"Sebastian?" Blaine asked, opening his window and sticking his head out.

"Yeah," Sebastian said.

"What are you doing out there, you'll freeze!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Rescuing you, of course," Sebastian said. Blaine shook his head, smiling, and shut his window. His figure retreated across his room, Sebastian assumed to the door, so he walked over to it. Sure enough, he was only waiting about a minute before Blaine was opening it.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked again.

"Rescuing you," Sebastian said.

"How did you know I needed rescuing?" Blaine asked.

"Warbler's intuition," Sebastian said, winking. "Come on, they're having a big party at Dalton. Not a Warbler party without you." Blaine smiled, grabbing his coat and keys. "Allons-y?"

"Allons-y," Blaine agreed. "Did you walk all the way here from Dalton?"

"No, I parked around the corner," Sebastian said. "Red, flashy, can't miss it." Blaine hesitated. "If I was going to kidnap you, I would have drugged you already."

"I wasn't worried about kidnapping," Blaine said. "I am now."

"Blaine, it's me," Sebastian said.

"And it's me," Blaine replied, continuing their egress in the direction Sebastian had said his car was. "How was your Christmas?"

"Quiet," Sebastian replied. "And yours?"

"Uh… actually really eventful," Blaine said. "I was on TV."

"No way, you were on TV, and I missed it?" Sebastian asked. "What were you doing?"

"PBS Christmas Special," Blaine replied. "Black and white 1950's tribute to Star Wars, and Itchy the Holiday Elf… It was a disaster, really." They rounded the corner and Sebastian's BMW came into view. "Red, flashy, can't miss it."

"Yep, that's her," Sebastian said. "Only woman in my life. Well, actually it's a stick so… maybe it is a man." Blaine laughed and they jogged to the car. "Isn't that what they say? Automatics are female, sticks are male?"

"Makes sense," Blaine shrugged. Sebastian started the car and they took off, back to Westerville. "How did you know I'd be alone tonight?"

"Didn't really," Sebastian said. "Why are you alone? Where's Lady Face?"

"He's with Finn and Burt and Carole – um, his dad and stepfamily," Blaine said. "They invited me, but…" He trailed off.

"You wanted to give them some family time?" Sebastian suggested.

"Nah, it's not just that," Blaine said. "Burt thinks of me like his own son, so it's not like that at all…"

"Then what is it?" Sebastian asked.

"My mother," Blaine said. "She was supposed to be home."

"But it's just you," Sebastian said. "She didn't show?"

"I haven't seen her… in so long," Blaine said. "I didn't really expect her to show, but still…"

"I know what it's like to be that kid," Sebastian sighed. "But enough of the downer, I'm rescuing you from boredom and sadness and everything that's not happy and awesome."

"Well, Warbler parties are the definition of happy and awesome," Blaine said. "Are you sure it's alright for me to come? I'm the competition now."

"These kids worship you," Sebastian said. "I can see why, obviously, they're pedestrian, but you – you were their star. You made the Warblers great."

"What about you? Do you make the Warblers great?" Blaine asked.

"You'll have to wait for Regionals to find that out," Sebastian said. "Or maybe you'll find out tonight."

"I'm back!" Sebastian announced, prancing through the double doors. "And look who I brought."

"Blaine!" all the Warblers exclaimed, rushing to hug him.

"Now if this doesn't score me some serious Warbler points, I will be genuinely surprised," Sebastian threw sideways at Jeff. "There's an emotion." Jeff laughed.

The Warblers sat Blaine down and made him tell them stories, everything that had happened since he'd left, which was surprisingly little and suddenly they'd burst into a number – Thriller, Blaine in the lead, that is, until Sebastian chimed in and made it a duet.

"You know what we should do?" Thad pitched around 10:30.

"What's that?" Nick asked, a bit preoccupied with Jeff to really be paying attention.

"We should play the Best Friends Game," Thad said.

"Sounds like something for 12 year old girls," Jeff replied.

"Well, we've got you and Sebastian, so what's the difference?" Thad remarked. Sebastian laughed. "Who's your best friend?"

"Jeff," Sebastian said automatically.

"But Jeff's my best friend," Nick whined. There was liquor, did I mention there was liquor?

"You're always saying how you and Blaine are telepathic, why don't you prove it?" Sebastian challenged.

"Okay, fine, Blaine's my new best friend," Nick said. "What's the game?"

"Virtually the same as the roommate game or the fiancé game," Thad said. "You prove how well you know each other."

"Oh, we got this," Jeff said to Sebastian, holding out his fist to bump.

"You better believe we do," Sebastian said, bumping Jeff's fist with his own.

Sometime later, but not near midnight yet, the room was bursting with laughter. It was Nick's turn to guess Blaine's answers, while Jeff guessed Sebastian's, and Jeff and Sebastian were kicking butt.

"For the last time, we're not telepathic," Nick sighed.

"Okay, okay, an easy one for you," Thad said. He, David, and Trent were making up questions. "How many different people have you had sex with?"

Jeff and Sebastian laughed in perfect sync as they had been all night, scribbling on their dry erase boards. Nick knew Blaine had only been with Kurt, and wrote down 'one'.

"Blaine?" Thad prompted. Blaine turned around his board revealing his 'one' while a deep blush crept into his cheeks. "Oh, Blainers, you so adorably innocent. We love it. Nick?" Nick revealed his matching 'one', and Trent put up a tally mark on their side of the scoreboard. "Sebastian?" Sebastian turned around his board, on which was written an unabashed 'a lot'. "I think you're supposed to write a real number."

"I don't know the real number," Sebastian said, frowning.

"Jeff?" Thad asked, trying to cover up his amusement. Jeff turned around his board, revealing he'd written 'a lot' as well.

"I think that's technically cheating," Trent said, reluctantly putting up a tally mark in Jeff and Sebastian's column.

"Okay, next question," Thad said.

"What, in your opinion, is the greatest love song of all time?" Trent asked. Blaine immediately scribbled his answer. Nick had no idea. Sebastian tentatively wrote down a few words, as did Jeff.

"Blaine, I want you to focus really hard on your answer, and I'm going to telepathically read your mind," Nick said. Blaine did as he was told, closing his eyes tightly shut and focusing on the two words that made up, in his opinion, the greatest love song of all time.

"Jeff and Sebastian, we'll do yours while Nick uses his telepathy," Thad said. Sebastian turned his board around to reveal written 'the piña colada song'.

"Seriously, of all the songs you could have chosen, you picked one about two people cheating on each other– Oh, that actually makes sense," Nick said, pausing his concentration for a second.

"And what did Jeff guess?" Trent asked.

"Piña Colada Song!" Jeff said, turning his board around happily.

"Okay, Nick, you ready?" Thad asked, as Trent marked another tally in Jeff and Sebastian's column. Nick wrote down two words on his board and looked at Thad.

"Yep," he said, confident.

"Blaine?" Thad asked. Blaine turned his board around to reveal 'Teenage Dream' written on it. Nick, still confident, turned his around and Thad's jaw dropped. There on Nick's board was written 'Teenage Dream'. "You're not telepathic, stop it."

"Hey, why do you think he named me his successor?" Nick asked, cheekily.

"Yeah, speaking of," Blaine said. "Are you guys working on anything I can see?"

"Well, I did sort of pass around this number to do for fun," Sebastian said. "We can show you if you want…"

"Of course!" Blaine said, game suddenly forgotten. "Go on!"

"It's not exactly finished, that is to say, the guys know the music, but only Bas and I know the dance," Jeff said, "because, well, we made it up."

"Good, I'm too drunk to dance," one of the Warblers interjected.

"Warblers, from the top, and I don't want to see any of that sloppiness from the post-Sectionals party," Sebastian instructed. "Nick?"

"Are we doing my solo version or the other version?" Nick asked.

"Whichever one you want," Sebastian shrugged.

"The other one," Nick decided, a grin splaying on his face. Sebastian smirked.

"Beats, hit it!"

Oh baby baby
Oh baby baby

Blaine turned a deep pink as he realized what was going on: the Warblers – his Warblers – had found an acapella arrangement of the Britney Spears megamix, obviously for fun because he thought dancing like that in competition had to be against the rules. Jeff and Sebastian seemed to be perfectly comfortable dancing together, but then Nick was in front of them, singing.

My loneliness is killing me (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Gimme a sign, hit me baby one more time

You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep
I'm so excited, I live 2-d
Ohh, crazy, but it feels alright
Baby thinking of you keeps me up all night

Nick danced around the other two, as Jeff took the next solo. Nick wouldn't even bother trying to deny it, Jeff was never hotter than when he was dancing.

I'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it, baby

Nick took the lead for a second during the transition, but then Sebastian was out front singing:

Oops, I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
I'm not that innocent

No, Sebastian wasn't anywhere near innocent, but even Blaine was suddenly thinking that he was really hot, even though he'd never thought that before. Maybe he should have gone with Kurt that night. Then Nick was back.

But now I'm stronger than yesterday
Now it's nothing but my way
My loneliness ain't killing me no more
I… I… stronger

The beat became slower and finally faded away as Nick yelled 'Stop!' and Trent came through the mess of Jeff and Sebastian momentarily halting their dirty dancing.

Every time I try to fly I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And every time I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby

The beat came back in full force, and so did Nick.

What am I to do to win my life?
Gon' find it out don't worry
How am I supposed to know what's right?
Just gotta do it your way
I can't help the way I feel but my life has been so
Overprotected

Nick's grin was unmanageable as the Warblers behind him set up for Toxic. It was without a doubt, his favorite song. He stood behind Jeff and Sebastian dancing, then pushed them to the sides and walked through them as he began to sing again.

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
A taste of your poison paradise
I'm addicted to you,
Don't you know that you're the toxic?

And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?

"Yeah!" Blaine exclaimed, high-fiving Jeff behind Nick's back as he hugged him. "That was great! You're a rock star, Nick."

"No, I'm not," Nick said. "You are. And we're mildly telepathic."

"Oh, come on, the Warblers were never all about me," Blaine said. "There are fourteen very talented people in this room."

"Yeah, the fourteen of us, then Sebastian," Jeff joked. The room erupted in laughter, even Sebastian good-naturedly smirked.

"Pipe down, it's two minutes to midnight!" someone yelled from near the TV.

"Well, I guess we timed that right," Nick said.

"Come along, Nicky, we'll need a couch for this," Jeff announced to the room at large. "Don't bother telling us when it's midnight, we won't care, I promise." He pulled Nick down on top of him on one of the couches.

"Oh, for the love of peace, get a room," Thad said, rolling his eyes.

"I think it's a tradition," Trent said. "Something like, if you're together at midnight on New Year's, you'll be together all year long."

"Sounds like the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard in my life," Sebastian said. "Who wants to be with the same person for a whole year?"

"Keep in mind this is the guy who said love was your DNA telling you to reproduce," Nick said, pausing his oral assault of Jeff's neck.

"That is perfectly legitimate," Sebastian snipped. "Science, peasants."

"Wait, you don't believe in love?" Blaine asked.

"Nope," Sebastian said, "though I probably shouldn't knock something I've never tried." He tried to smirk, but it turned into a smile because Blaine was there, annoyed as he was.

"That's really sad," Blaine said. "I'm sorry."

"What are you talking about, sorry?" Sebastian laughed. "You think I want to be like that?" He gestured to Nick and Jeff, so immersed in each other they were no longer listening. "Someone tell me what the point is."

"Intimacy," Blaine replied without a second thought.

"What?"

"You can do your man-of-your-dreams-on-the-dance-floor thing as much as you want, but it won't ever get you what you're looking for," Blaine said. "The closeness you get from being with someone you love is… indescribable."

"Sounds incredibly boring," Sebastian yawned.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

"Well, Happy New Year," Blaine sighed. "You're entitled to your opinion."

Four! Three!

"Happy New Year, killer," Sebastian said.

Happy New Year!

"Here's to 2012 being even better than 2011," Blaine said, holding up an invisible glass and miming draining it.

"There's tequila if you want some," Sebastian said, pointing vaguely in the direction of the table they'd left it on.

"No, no, no!" Jeff said, sitting up, Nick displaced to the floor with a thump. "Do not give Blaine tequila."

"Why not?" Sebastian asked.

"It turns him into a dirty slut," Thad said. "Trust us, you don't want to give him any."

"I do not– Guys, please," Blaine said.

"Really, what happened at the last Warbler Party of last school year?" Jeff asked.

"I got a little drunk," Blaine said.

"Let's just say, it's good Kurt wasn't there," Thad joked.

"I don't even remember this," Nick said, dusting himself off and sitting back on the couch.

"No, you wouldn't," Jeff said. "You were kinda gone."

"Blaine started a rousing chorus of S&M, by Rihanna, and it all kinda went downhill from there," Trent said.

"Was I even there?" Nick asked. "I think I'd remember if we sang S&M. Why would Wes let us sing that?"

"He was a little drunk, professing his love to his gavel," Jeff said.

"It was not that bad," Blaine said. "Nothing happened."

"Sure, let's go with that," Thad said, unable to contain his laughter.

"Alright, nothing happened," Sebastian agreed. He turned briefly around and made hand motions to Jeff quite clearly meaning, 'you'll tell me later', and Jeff nodded before Nick decided he was doing too much talking and not enough kissing. "So, Blaine," Sebastian said, turning a predatory grin back to the shorter one. "You like S&M, huh?"

"Sure," Blaine said. "I like most of Rihanna's stuff."

"How do you manage to basically admit to liking it rough and look so innocent at the same time?" Sebastian practically groaned. Blaine blushed bright pink. "You're being modest again." Blaine's face became a darker pink. "You're so adorable. I like you, Blaine." Blaine's pride in himself was showing, but his blush was very obvious. "You sure you'd rather have Lady Hummel than this?" Blaine laughed.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Blaine said. "Not that I'm not flattered by your persistence."

"Well, I have excellent stamina," Sebastian said, still predatory, maybe even more so now.

"Hey!" a voice interjected from nearby. Trent. Sebastian rolled his eyes. "He's taken, Sebastian."

"Yeah, and he can speak for himself," Sebastian said. "What's it to you, sassy? Don't you have someone to be running off and snogging?"

"No," Trent said, frowning. "Broke up two weeks ago."

"Pity," Sebastian said. "Do you want me to find you another?"

"Nah, just lay off Blaine."

"It's fine, I can handle myself," Blaine said, smiling in spite of it all. "But it is getting late…"

"I'd drive you back, but I'm buzzed," Sebastian said, pounding another shot as if to prove his point. "You can stay in my room, if you like."

"I can drive you back," Trent offered. "Sober, I promise."

"Thanks, Trent," Blaine said, taking his suddenly buzzing phone out of his pocket. "Hey baby…" Sebastian rolled his eyes once again and took his keys out of his pocket to give to Trent.

"Don't crash it," Sebastian warned him.

A/N: S S S and M M M! Wheeeeeeee...

When does the shit hit the fan? In the next chapter. Shit hits the fan hard and it goes everywhere. Enjoy! Leave me reviews so I can remmeber posting this chapter tomorrow when i'm sober again.

Samantha.