A/N: Long time, no see. Sorry, I don't have the internet, but I have been writing a possible sequel to this story for when I'm finished. Is it Huntbastian? It might be. Whaaat? Sorry, I'm not telling you what to ship or anything, but if you don't ship Huntbastian, you're wrong.

Also, new format? Whaat? Don't like it. Anyhow, here have a chapter! It's fun! Hunter's in it! I love Hunter! Friendly reminder that this story is only semi-canon to 4x10 which means no steroids! Because my Hunter isn't a douchebag! Because sometimes I get about halfway through listening to Whistle and then remember that Hunter is a tremendous bag of douche and then I start crying because I love him and want him to be happy and while the whole Splenda thing makes me laugh, seriously, he hurt my Niff.

Chapter Seventeen:

"Oh, him. First day of rehearsal, he petitioned the council for a vote of no confidence against me and no surprise he won, and got a council seat." Sebastian sneered at the thought. "No contest, really. As the person who, admittedly, accidentally almost blinded their former superstar and basically told that dumbass Karofsky to kill himself? Yeah, I'm sure I'm in everyone's good graces. I begged my father to let me transfer out of state. No such luck."

Spending the summer in France did nothing to sate Sebastian's thirst for Blaine. In fact, if anything, he now wanted him that much more. But it was different – a little different, at least, from what people thought he wanted. Most, including Nick, thought Sebastian just wanted to hit it and quit it, as was Sebastian's style.

What he really wanted was much more, and only a few people, like Trent and Jeff, actually knew this. Sebastian really wanted what Kurt had, a relationship, a real one, with mutual care and respect for each other. It could be a beautiful thing, but it could also very not.

Every time Sebastian's brain started thinking about how great a relationship might be, he took it as a sign that he wasn't drunk enough, so no matter what time it was, he went to the nearest bar, ordered several shots, and banged the first guy he saw. Not exactly classy, but effective at the very least.

Nick and Jeff, on the other hand, had had a fantastic summer. They spent the first three weeks at Nick's house in Texas, running around being spies or superheroes, watching movies, or playing with Nick's little brother, Cameron, who I mentioned for a second in the first chapter and never explained. He wasn't born yet when Nick and Jeff first met, but was shortly thereafter, making him eight years younger than our fearless heroes, or nine years old, and a good indication of just how long Nick and Jeff have really known each other.

After leaving Nick's, they returned to Jeff's house for another couple weeks, where Jeff's sister, Sarah, proceeded to completely ignore them and do her own seventeen-year-old girl thing. Finally they went back to Dalton a few weeks early, because it was home.

A week before the start of school, someone was moving around in the room next door, which was odd, because Sebastian wasn't due back from Paris until Sunday.

"Is Sebastian getting a roommate?" Jeff asked Nick quietly as they eavesdropped through the wall.

"Can you imagine the fit he'll throw?" Nick replied. "This is gold."

"He doesn't sound very cute," Jeff said, objectively. "Or that tall, really. But kind of… thick. Muscular… just… thick."

"Let's meet him," Nick decided, tugging on Jeff's arm. Quickly, they went next door. Nick knocked on it.

"Hold on!" the occupant called. Nick and Jeff held. Finally, the door opened in and there stood…

"Hi!" Nick exclaimed. "Welcome to Dalton! I'm Nick, this is Jeff, we live next door."

"Hunter Clarington," the new one replied. There was an awkward pause.

"So can we come in?" Nick asked.

"Oh, sure," Hunter replied, opening the door wider and moving to allow them in.

"Sebastian is going to have a field day," Jeff said. "He hates sharing."

"Sebastian… my roommate," Hunter said. "Yeah, he sounds fun." Sarcasm. "You two know him?"

"Of course we do," Jeff said. "Everyone knows him. He's Captain of the Warblers."

"Ah, yes," Hunter said. "I didn't recognize you without uniforms. The Warblers finest. We met at Nationals, last year."

"Oh yeah," Jeff said. "Oh, Sebastian is going to flip!" He started laughing so hard he had to jump onto Sebastian's bed, because his knees didn't want to help anymore.

"This is more than gold, it's… what's more than gold?" Nick asked.

"Platinum?" Hunter suggested.

"Yes, thank you," Nick said. "This is platinum."

"Okay, I think I'm okay now," Jeff said, sitting up on the bed. "Okay. So, you ran our uniforms through the internet and decided to transfer here to make Sebastian's life miserable? All because he told you to fuck off?"

"Actually, no, that's just a coincidence," Hunter said. "Dalton recruited me, full scholarship."

"Oh, damn, I could use a full scholarship," Nick mumbled.

"I led my military academy choir to a Regionals victory, with Presidential honors," Hunter said. "I can't help but notice that your team didn't even win at Regionals, so what were you doing at Nationals?"

"Watching," Nick said. "One of our best friends was on a team that did make it."

"Blaine," Hunter supplied. "Blaine Warbler."

"Yeah, Blaine Warbler," Nick said. "How do you know about him?"

"I did my homework. He's a legend here," Hunter shrugged. He picked up some papers from his desk and his glasses at the same time, shoving them on his face, not seeming to notice when Nick's knees stopped as well and he joined Jeff on Sebastian's bed. "Blah, blah… Blaine Warbler, best talent in the Midwest, got his start at Dalton Academy, famous for their traditional acapella choir, the Warblers… blah, blah… I'm sure you know the story." Hunter turned around to see both Nick and Jeff sitting on Sebastian's bed, staring at him, Jeff's hand in Nick's. Mr. Puss had jumped up onto the bed as well, curling himself into Jeff's lap. Hunter rolled his eyes.

"Did you know that you are in the former dorm room of the man, the myth, the legend, Blaine Warbler?" Jeff asked.

"Actually, I did," Hunter said.

"Don't mess it up–" Nick began.

"It's going to be a museum someday," Hunter finished. "I know."

"Baby, he's wearing those glasses and finishing my sentences," Nick whispered in Jeff's ear. Hunter coughed and took off his glasses.

"I think we found your Sebastian," Jeff replied.

"Ew," Nick said.

"So, this Sebastian," Hunter said.

"Have you heard about him too?" Nick asked.

"Oh, yes," Hunter said. "Something about a rock salt slushee and blackmail and some kid committing suicide."

"How do you know about the rock salt?" Nick asked.

"I was told," Hunter said, shrugging.

"By whom?" Nick asked, suddenly very serious.

"Does it matter?" Jeff asked.

"Only you, me, Sebastian, Trent, Beats, maybe Thad, and the New Directions know about the rock salt," Nick said to Jeff. "Not even management knows, how did you find out?" He turned on Hunter. Hunter just smirked. "Tell me." Nick stood up, angry. Mr. Puss hissed and took off across the room, hiding under Hunter's bed.

"Nicky, don't," Jeff said, still holding Nick's hand. Nick dropped the grip.

"I'm not afraid of you," Hunter said, still smiling. "Military school. It's not for wimps." Nick took a step forward, Hunter didn't flinch. "Do it, I dare you." He and Nick glared at each other for a few seconds before Nick backed down. "Thought so. Speaking of your friends, Blaine and the New Directions, I was directed to a blog run by some idiot named… JBI… for all the competition dirt." Nick shot a look briefly at Jeff. "We've got a great year ahead of us, boys. You can let yourselves out." Hunter turned his back to the pair, continuing his venture of unpacking.

"Hunter Clarington, I am here on behalf of the Warblers and the Council to give you the following warning: I am Head of the Warblers Council, and the Council has executive power over all the other Warblers, including the Captain. Watch your step. Auditions will be Sunday at six." Nick turned on his heel and stormed out, pulling Jeff behind him.

"Nicky, calm down," Jeff said, once they were back in their room. He put his arms around his boyfriend.

"Worse than Sebastian," Nick said. "I didn't think anyone could be worse than Sebastian."

"Sebastian's not too bad," Jeff said. "We dealt with him, we'll deal with Hunter. You and me. Together."

"He's going to try to get Captain," Nick said.

"Sebastian's Captain," Jeff said. "He's already been elected for the year."

"He's on probation until after Sectionals," Nick said. "Hunter must know. He knows everything. How does he know?" Nick reached inside his blazer and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, aiming it at the wall to the next room.

"What are you doing?" Jeff asked. Nick examined the sonic, frowning.

"No alien tech," Nick observed, stashing his sonic back in his inner blazer pocket.

"Why do you have your sonic in your blazer?" Jeff sighed.

"Why wouldn't I have my sonic in my blazer?" Nick replied frowning.

When Sebastian returned Sunday morning, he went into his room, took one look and immediately walked back out.

"Let me live with you," Sebastian begged Nick and Jeff.

"Um, let me think about– no," Nick said.

"I'll be really quiet and I don't take up much closest space," Sebastian said. "Maybe Trent will let me live with him and Thad… I have to get Tweets back from them too."

"I think Trent's taken care of that canary more than you have at this point," Nick said. "Maybe you should just let him keep him."

"But I like Tweets," Sebastian said. "He can protect me from the monstrosity that has taken up residence in my sanctuary!" He pointed at the wall angrily.

"Bas, come on, he's not that bad," Jeff said, rolling his eyes.

"How do you know?" Sebastian asked, suspiciously.

"He's been here a week already," Jeff said. "How do you think?"

"He's coming to the council meeting tonight to audition," Nick said. "I was thinking we could make him sing basically any song we wanted."

"True," Sebastian said. "Speaking of! I am psyched to be back on the Council, I have a ton of ideas about this season. Also Paris was great, thanks for asking."

"Oh, right, I was going to ask," Jeff said. "Really, I was."

"Is he in there?" Nick asked.

"No," Sebastian said.

"So you haven't even met yet?" Jeff asked. "Bas."

"Sebastian Smythe doesn't share," Sebastian insisted.

"You haven't met him!" Jeff insisted.

"Go into your room, right now," Nick said, "and I'll let you make him sing whatever song you like." Sebastian glared for a few moments, but marched back into his bedroom. Hunter, who'd been in the shower when Sebastian had first arrived (he liked to go for a run in the morning, and took his shower when he got back), was now sitting at his desk, doing something on his laptop. Sebastian cleared his throat and Hunter looked up.

"Oh, God, it's you," Sebastian said, rolling his eyes and collapsing onto his bed.

"Could say the same to you," Hunter replied. "How've you been?"

"Fuck off," Sebastian groaned, pushing his face into his pillow.

"Actually, I have a better proposition," Hunter said.

"Do tell," Sebastian said, sarcastically, because the only thing that could be better than 'fuck off' was 'fuck me' and he couldn't see that happening.

"The Warblers," Hunter said.

"You're not taking my team away from me," Sebastian said.

"I was thinking something along the lines of joint custody," Hunter replied. "You're on probation, you won't be able to get enough votes to get your way."

"And you think you could?" Sebastian snorted.

"I can get this team into top form before Sectionals," Hunter promised with a smile. "With you as my top advisor." Sebastian stared at Hunter, eyes narrowed, waiting for it.

"And what do I have to do for you?" Sebastian asked.

"Let me take over as Captain," Hunter said. "And when you're off probation, we can reconsider the possibility of you taking back over." Sebastian had done enough deceit to know if he gave up Captaincy he would never get it back.

"And what if I don't?" Sebastian asked. Hunter just smiled, and it made Sebastian a little wary.

"I could be your greatest ally or your greatest enemy," Hunter said. "You pick."

"Practice is at six."

"Hunter Clarington," Hunter introduced himself proudly.

"Why do you want to be a Warbler?" Nick asked from his seat at the center of the Council's table.

"The Dalton Academy management has given me a full scholarship to move here from Colorado Springs, where I led my military academy choir to a Regionals victory, with Presidential honors," Hunter said.

"The President of the United States or the President of the school?" Jeff asked, frowning.

"I'm a Republican," Hunter said in response. Nick closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, knowing that was all kinds of bad.

"Okay, I trust you've prepared an audition song?" Nick asked, looking between Hunter and Sebastian.

"He auditioned for me, privately, earlier, and it was superb," Sebastian said, in that really vague way he had that always made it sound like he was saying dirty things when he wasn't, and flashing a smile at Hunter.

"Yes, I did do that," Hunter said, looking at Sebastian with a strange smile, "but I'd be more than happy to audition again for my fellow Warblers."

"By all means," Nick said, extending his hands as if to say 'go on…'.

"Beats?" Sebastian said. Beats nodded. "Hit it."

How dare you say that my behavior's unacceptable?
So condescending, unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cuz if I do you need a miracle
You dream of dying, make me wonder why I'm even here
The double vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
So beat the stupid tread, the ground that I am walking on

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there, cuz it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there, cuz it's getting harder and harder to breathe

"I think I see our next legend!" Thad exclaimed reaching forward to slap five with Hunter.

"Nick?" Jeff asked. Nick nodded.

"Welcome to the Warblers, Hunter," Nick said. "Now then, order please, this meeting is called to order. First, we need to review the minutes of the last council meeting. Sebastian?"

"I don't know, I wasn't taking notes, Trent was still Secretary," Sebastian said.

"Just read the minutes, they're on the paper," Nick said.

"Election of council members, discussion of Captaincy, impromptu performance of Blame It (On the Alcohol), normal stuff," Sebastian said, examining the paper.

"Is there any unresolved old business?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, my probation," Sebastian said.

"Motion to table the probation issue until after Sectionals, when I said it would be dealt with?" Nick asked.

"No, hold on, I want to talk about it now," Sebastian said.

"Motion to table?" Nick insisted angrily.

"Fine," Sebastian mumbled, feeling the last of his power slipping away.

"New business?" Nick addressed the Warblers at large. Hunter raised his hand politely from his seat on the couch next to Thad. "Yes, Hunter?"

"I would like to petition the council for a vote of no confidence against Captain Smythe," Hunter smiled. Nick just stared at him, blinking, as if not believing the audacity.

"All those with no confidence in esteemed Councilor Smythe's leadership abilities?" Nick finally asked. He was astonished to see every hand around the room go up – every hand except his, Jeff's, and Sebastian's. Trent's hand shocked him the most. They needed at least three-quarters majority for no confidence, and Hunter had it. One less and he wouldn't have. "The Warblers appear to have lost confidence in their Captain."

"In light of this evidence, I would like to put myself into the running for the new Captain," Hunter said. Out of the very corner of his eye, Nick thought he saw something like an emotion flash on Sebastian's face, but he turned to look at him, and it was gone. Sebastian just shook his head very slightly.

"All in favor of new Warbler Hunter Clarington becoming the Captain of the Warblers?" Nick asked, watching as the eleven Warblers (including Hunter, what a dbag, voting for himself) in front of him raised their hands silently. "Captain Clarington, the floor is yours." As Hunter began to address 'his' team, Nick looked to his right again, where Sebastian was sitting, face in his hands, because tears were silently falling down his face and he didn't want anyone to see.

"There is one last thing I would like," Hunter said, turning around once more to address the Council.

"And that would be?" Nick asked.

"A seat on the council," Hunter said with a wide malicious grin. Nick just stared at him. Never in the history of the Warblers had any person had the audacity to cause this much trouble on their first day.

"The Council will consider your request, to reconvene Tuesday afternoon at 5, meeting adjourned," Nick said. The Warblers, including Hunter filed out. When the councilors were finally all alone, Nick spoke again, tired and quiet. "Sebastian, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Sebastian said, but his face said otherwise. Jeff opened the secret gavel drawer in the table that he wasn't supposed to know about and threw Sebastian the tissue box that was in there. "Thanks."

"I'm sorry," Nick said. "I anticipated he would do that, I just didn't think he would get the votes."

"It's my fault," Sebastian said. "I was an asshole. I don't deserve to be Captain. You never should have let me stay."

"It's a big responsibility, and you really did a good job there for a while," Nick said. "Now, I need to know what happened in this private audition."

"He didn't audition for me privately, and he didn't 'audition for me privately', I was just saying things," Sebastian said. When Nick continued to look at him, wanting the rest of the story, he sighed and went on. "He scared me, and not many things do. I am actually scared to not give him what he wants."

"He scared me too," Nick admitted. "So here's the dish: we let him think he's running the show, and basically cockblock him from doing anything we don't like. You know the rulebook, the Council has executive power."

"Actually, the Council doesn't," Sebastian said. "The Head of the Council does, but the other two councilors can veto his decisions, which can be further vetoed by three-quarters majority of the Warblers, so it works a lot like Congress."

"And Hunter wants onto the Council," Jeff reminded them.

"And the last thing we want is for him to be Captain and head of the Council," Nick said.

"And, of course, there's a clause for that too," Sebastian said.

"So which of us is stepping down?"

"I will," Sebastian said immediately.

"No," Jeff said. "Let me."

"J, I need you," Nick said.

"It's the only way," Jeff said. "One of us has to stay head of the Council." He pointed to Nick. "One of us has to take my seat." He pointed to Sebastian. "And Hunter has to be Secretary. It's a shit job, no one likes it, and it has the least power."

"Which is why I'll leave," Sebastian said.

"No, you have to stay on the Council," Jeff said. "If we have any chance of making it through this."

"He's right," Nick said. "Except for one thing." He picked up Wes's old gavel and tentatively handed it to Sebastian. "You have to be head of the Council."

"No, that's your job," Sebastian said.

"Not without Jeff at my side it's not," Nick said. "I'll take Jeff's seat, you take mine, Hunter will take yours. You live with him. Make him trust you and he'll go along with your decisions."

"He did say something about me being his top advisor," Sebastian said.

"Whatever you do, Hunter cannot become head of the Council," Nick warned, not yet relinquishing his grip on the gavel. "Promise me."

"Yeah, definitely, I promise," Sebastian said. Nick let go and Sebastian was holding the gavel for the first time.

"Take it, Kronk, oooh, feel the power!" Nick joked.

"Oh, I can feel it," Sebastian replied, giving a half smile.

"This is going to be our best year yet and no way am I letting some military school douchebag get in my way," Nick said. The other two agreed, bumping fists.

The first practice Hunter led was a nightmare. But he was Captain, he had every right.

"Everyone line up," Hunter instructed.

"How," Nick asked. "Height? Alphabetically? How much we want to jump other guys?"

"Just line up," Hunter sighed, mentally noting Nick was going to be a pain in his ass.

"Let me think about this, Jeff and Sebastian belong all the way at that end," Nick said, pointing to the far left. "Then me, Trent, Beats, then Thad, what are you again?" Jeff pushed Nick's shoulder playfully.

"Oh, you know," Thad winked. They eventually did all get lined up, but not before Nick made a comment about Hunter belonging somewhere on their side of the spectrum, and informing him that dues for the Gay Men of Dalton Academy Club was ten dollars a semester (and once again refusing Beats membership). Understandably, this made Hunter very angry.

"Just to make this perfectly clear to all of you, I, Hunter James Clarington II, am not even remotely bicurious," Hunter stated.

"Are you really a second?" Sebastian asked.

"No," Hunter replied, walking up and down the line like he was talking to his troops and they were going into battle. "I come from military school. We did not tolerate any of your frivolity. Fortunately for all of you, we are not at military school, and I do not have the privilege of beating you all with a yardstick. Show choir gentlemen. Singing, dancing, acrobatics. How many of you can turn a backflip?" David, somewhere near the right end of the line, raised his hand timidly, as did one other Warbler in the center. "Back handspring, any kind of gymnast background whatsoever?" Two more Warblers. "Alright," Hunter sighed. He walked up and down the line again. "And who do you fancy your soloist?"

"That'd be me," Sebastian said, putting his hand up. "Nick, too, sometimes Jeff, and Trent, on occasion." Hunter walked up and down one more time, giving nitpicky tips to people such as 'comb your hair before next practice' and 'for peace sakes, get that tie pressed'. Hunter stopped in front of Sebastian, whose now longer hair was sort of in a mess. His blazer was unbuttoned, and his shirt was halfway untucked from the hurried blowjob he'd received before practice.

"I don't even know where to start with you," Hunter sighed. "Hair gel, I suppose, definitely, and keep your blazer buttoned in my presence, you look like a hooligan. And tuck in your shirt, we're not animals." Sebastian scowled as he buttoned his blazer. Hunter walked one more to the last person in line, Jeff. "Get a haircut." Jeff expressed all the self-control he had not to jump on Hunter. Nick looked very close as well.

This was the last straw.

"Okay, what's our gameplan?" Sebastian asked. He, Nick, and Jeff were sitting in the Situation Room at the end of the hallway. It was an empty, unused dorm room that was presumed to be haunted. Nick and Jeff had discovered it their freshman year and used it for various things, like private conversations when they didn't want to be eavesdropped on.

"I was about to ask you," Nick replied. "What great plans does Hunter have for the Warblers?"

"Well, his stupid cat decided to have Tweets for breakfast. It's a little depressing. But besides a lot of praying and a whole lot of 'Sebastian, I'm not even remotely bicurious, stop that', I don't know a whole lot about him," Sebastian said.

"Did you seriously?" Nick asked.

"Of course!" Sebastian shrugged. "I have a perfect track record so far, heck if I'm going to let him ruin it."

"You didn't get me," Nick said.

"Technicality," Sebastian said. "I could get you if I wanted you."

"You've never even kissed me," Nick said.

"That sure sounds like a challenge," Sebastian said. Nick narrowed his eyes at Sebastian. Sebastian glanced at Jeff who was about to start laughing. "I think it was a challenge." He leaned the small space between him and Nick, kissing him for the briefest of seconds on the lips. "Challenge accepted." Nick's hand came up like a reflex to slap Sebastian's face. "Yeah, I deserved that."

"Ew," Nick said. Jeff pulled a pack of gum from his pocket and offered it to his boyfriend, who took two sticks eagerly. "That was seriously the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced."

"Can you believe this guy?" Sebastian asked Jeff, half-laughing and jerking his thumb in Nick's direction.

"Unfortunately, yes," Jeff laughed. "Let's get back on track before he kills you."

"Death at this point would be a blessing," Sebastian sighed under his breath. "Alright, we need a gameplan."

"You're the one with the plans," Nick said.

"Yeah, and as proved previously, they are never great," Sebastian said, "and someone ends up hurt. And it's usually me."

"We need a plan, Sebastian," Nick insisted.

"Look, I turned over a new leaf," Sebastian pleaded. "No more bullying, blackmail, or assault this year."

"We'll come up with something," Jeff said. "No bullying, blackmail, or assault."

A/N: I love you guys. I have the next week off, so I'll probably be spending it somewhere with internet, so you might get the next chapter sooner, but I really make no promises. I might decide to just rewrite the whole thing, like I did this afternoon with this chapter. Fun! Yay.

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