A/N: I am flying with writing this shit, so here have another chapter. (I like to stay five or six chapters ahead with writing just in case I get writer's block, you guys aren't suffering.) This IS rated M, right? Okay, carry on.

Chapter Twenty-Three:

"They didn't talk during class and to Blaine's surprise Hunter didn't insist on rehearsing right after class that day. They walked back to their dorm, not saying anything to each other. To Blaine's surprise, but not altogether Hunter's, upon opening the door an awful sight met their eyes. Sebastian, no longer wearing anything but his red-and-blue striped tie, was pressing another naked body against the wall of the room. Blaine let the door fall shut on the scene, leaving him and Hunter standing in the hall."

"Hey," Hunter said as Blaine sat down next to him in History, last class of the day.

"Look, Hunter, he's fine, and I don't really want to talk about it," Blaine said.

"I was just thinking we could take turns picking him up," Hunter pitched. "People are going to get the wrong idea if I keep showing up there."

"I thought you were hot for Sebastian," Blaine deadpanned, so over Hunter already.

"Did I say that?" Hunter asked, his face betraying the slightest hint of a smile. Blaine smirked. Hunter didn't have to say it, it was clear just from the way they acted around each other. They were an old married couple, and it was adorable, and it was all perfectly fine, because Blaine didn't want either one of them.

Insert something about Blaine still being in love with Kurt here.

Sebastian's last period was in a completely different building, in a completely different part of campus.

"Beats," Sebastian hissed. Beats looked over at him. Sebastian made a few gestures that quite clearly read 'after class, yeah?' and Beats nodded with a smile.

In the past month, Sebastian had gone to Scandals a total of 14 times. He'd gotten laid twice. He needed it bad. It wasn't that he hadn't been DTF, but his brain would always refuse to let him focus on the task at hand (picking a good looking man), and then he'd drank about twelve times as much as anyone probably should and it was all downhill from there. Hunter didn't know, though, that Sebastian hadn't been with other guys as of recent. Beats was always down for Warbler Booty Call, day or night, whenever Sebastian wanted it.

They were hardly into Sebastian's dorm room by the time Sebastian was panting, needy and breathless into the crook of Beats' neck, pushing Beats' blazer off his shoulders, pulling at his tie, undoing his shirt, all at once. Beats didn't usually say much, just gave what Sebastian wanted and took what he was willing to give. He was always willing to please, and down for basically anything, but Sebastian didn't want fancy today, he wanted as quickly as possible, then perhaps a brief interlude, and then another round.

That is why Sebastian, in nothing but his tie which he wore while he conquested the men of Dalton Academy for some reason no one had quite put their finger on yet (except Jeff, who'd laughed and tore it off him), had a completely undressed Beats pushed up against the far wall of the room, right next to Hunter's bed, when the door opened. He had remembered to lock it, the issue being his roommates had keys. Blaine and Hunter stared at the scene, then let the door fall shut in front of them.

"Wha wuzzat?" Beats mumbled softly.

"Hunter I think," Sebastian replied. "Fuck him."

"If you want me to, but I think it'd be more down your alley," Beats said.

"We can talk after," Sebastian said, pushing his lips even harder to Beats'. He wanted to forget about Hunter, in fact, what Sebastian really wanted was to forget about men entirely, except maybe Beats, who was doing his most valiant to satisfy Sebastian's need.

The remarkable thing about Beats (and ultimately why Sebastian singled him out for whatever this was Warbler Booty Call or Warbler Fuck Buddies, whatever the difference was) was that Sebastian didn't have to be reserved with him. Beats could take everything Sebastian dished out and probably more. What was even better, in Sebastian's opinion, was that there really were no feelings involved, just stress relief and a little fun. Beats was still with Mark, and at the end of the school year, he was going home to him, they'd be going to college together (UCLA, but they didn't know that yet, it was still early). Hell, he didn't even know Beats' real name, though Beats didn't appear to dislike his nickname.

Sebastian had created some rules for their … whatever this was pretty early on, stuff about being safe, and if they could spend the night, and things about not hurting each other – unless they were into that sort of thing.

Sebastian dug his fingernails into the flesh of Beats' ass, pulling the cheeks apart, trying to pull their bodies even closer together, though it was proving quite impossible. Just being this close to someone in this way, the feel of hot skin on white hot skin… Sebastian doubted he would even get inside Beats before he –

"Oh, oh, fuck…" Sebastian half-yelled into Beats' mouth. Beats grinned against Sebastian's as he ground his hips, the friction between their cocks pleasing to both of them. "If you keep doing that, I'm not going to–" Sebastian snapped, but Beats did it again, and again, and then it was too late, they'd both come. Sebastian, still panting, slumped into Beats' arms.

"Y'okay?" Beats murmured. Sebastian nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Sebastian panted. "Gimme two secs to find where Hunter hid my supplies, and I'm going to fuck you into that mattress so hard, you won't be able to dance tonight."

"Is that a warning or a promise?" Beats asked with a smirk.

"Oh, you," Sebastian half-growled. Finally able to stand on his own, he made his way to Hunter's dresser to dig through it for his supplies. He'd just restocked last week, they had to be around here somewhere.

"You look good from behind," Beats remarked as he fell onto Hunter's bed with a sort of 'sproing' sound from the springs in the mattress.

"Yeah, you do too," Sebastian replied. "Ha! Found them."

"Why did Hunter hide them?" Beats asked.

"Not sure exactly," Sebastian said, pulling a condom out of the box, and throwing the rest of the box over his shoulder. "Scared I would use them on him, I suppose."

"Would you?"

"What do you think?" Sebastian asked, rolling his eyes as he hopped on the bed next to his companion.

"I think it'd be pretty hot," Beats remarked as he slowly stroked himself again. "Of all the guys in school, I bet he's the only one who could take it harder than me."

"Are you trying to be the world's biggest tease?" Sebastian asked, with a groan, as his dick began to get hard again with the mental image.

"You should know how I like to tease," Beats said, pulling Sebastian's body towards his by the tie.

"If anyone ever wrote the story about our lives, it should just sort of trail off after Blaine transfers to McKinley and they should write 'and then Sebastian had sex with everybody'," Nick said, dropping his backpack next to his desk, annoyed, as he entered the room. Jeff was already there, sitting at his desk, trying to get his homework done. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Jeff said, rubbing his eyes. "I'm just tired."

"Take a nap, baby, practice isn't for a few hours," Nick said.

"No, I need to get my homework done so I can dance later," Jeff said.

"You dance plenty, we're still three weeks from Sectionals, we're going to be fine," Nick said.

"No, I know that, but I need to dance," Jeff said.

"By yourself?" Nick asked.

"Yes," Jeff replied.

"Is that what you were doing last night that had you out until two in the morning?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, I was in the library," Jeff said. "Sort of peaceful after dark."

"Well, thank God, I thought you'd gone with Blaine and Sebastian to Scandals," Nick said, exhaling a breath. Jeff yawned hugely and blinked a few times trying to stay awake. "You need your sleep, babe."

"I'm fine, just my eyes are bugging me," Jeff said with a sigh, blinking a few more times.

"Probably because your eyes are irritated from being tired," Nick suggested. "Take your contacts out."

"Then I won't be able to see to do my homework," Jeff said.

"Wear your glasses," Nick said.

"No," Jeff said, pointblank. "They're ugly."

"They are the hottest things on earth when they are on your face," Nick said.

"Absolutely not," Jeff refused.

"Why do you need to dance all night?" Nick asked. "Especially alone, when I could have been invited to watch my incredibly sexy boyfriend?"

"College," Jeff said.

"College," Nick repeated.

"My dad's cousin knows a few people in the dance business, including a few college recruiters and they're coming to our Sectionals, and I didn't want to freak anyone out, I just want to be perfect," Jeff said in a rush, getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"And you didn't want to share with your boyfriend?" Nick asked.

"We haven't even begun to talk about colleges," Jeff said. "I didn't want to freak you out."

"Why?"

"Because we might not go to the same college, Nicky!" Jeff exclaimed, furiously trying to get his contacts out of his eyes before he started crying.

"What are you talking about, of course we will," Nick said.

"Not if- Nick, I don't want to talk about this right now," Jeff said, finally closing his contacts case and throwing it across the bathroom counter.

"Not if you what?" Nick asked quietly. Jeff didn't say anything as he walked back into the bedroom, pulling his glasses out of his nightstand drawer. "Jeff?"

"When I told my parents that I wanted to be a dancer, they were the most supportive parents I think anyone has ever had," Jeff said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Of course they are, you have a talent," Nick said.

"They want me to go to the best school I can," Jeff continued.

"Of course."

"Dance schools, Nicky," Jeff said. "There are a few really prestigious ones, Chicago, New York, California…"

"Oh," Nick finally said, the reality sinking in. "And I couldn't get in to dance school."

"I didn't mean it like that, but yes!" Jeff said. "But I don't ever want to be where you're not."

"There are plenty of schools in those cities, I'll just pick one," Nick said.

"Nicky, I know you sent an application to Harvard," Jeff said. "You're going to get in."

"And if you get into a dance school in Boston, that's great, I'll go to Harvard. But if we're going to Chicago, then we're going to Chicago, and if we're going to New York, then we're going to New York," Nick said.

"I don't want to be like that," Jeff said.

"You're not being like that," Nick said. "Dancing is your thing, it's your future, what you've talked about doing since you were a kid. I'm not going to let you skip out on your dream for me."

"Isn't going to Harvard your dream?" Jeff asked.

"My dream is to be with you," Nick said. "Anywhere you go, I'll be there."

"But–" Jeff said.

"Look, hun," Nick said, sitting down next to Jeff and putting his arm around him, in an attempt to knock some sense into him. "All I'm going to get at Harvard is an education. And let's be honest, I can get that anywhere for a hell of a lot cheaper. We're talking about your career here."

"But–" Jeff attempted to protest again.

"Someday, there is going to be a marquis reading 'One Night Only – Jeffrey Sterling: Live – Sold Out!'," Nick said. "And maybe someday, if I'm super lucky, it'll read 'Jeffrey Sterling-Duval'." Jeff turned his head to look at Nick.

"Really?" Jeff asked, the tears shining in his eyes magnified by his glasses.

"Absolutely," Nick said. "I don't even know what I want to do yet, really, but nothing would make me happier than going with you from city to city wowing the hearts of teenaged girls all over the world."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Nick affirmed with a kiss to Jeff's lips. "Anywhere you go, I'll always be there with you."

"What if I don't make it big time?" Jeff asked.

"Then we'll figure something else out, get real jobs, a mortgage, and have those two kids we always talked about," Nick said.

"A boy and a girl?" Jeff asked.

"A boy and a girl," Nick agreed.

"Can we have the kids anyway?" Jeff asked.

"Absolutely," Nick said.

It was some time later before Sebastian was presentable again, but he diligently took yet another shower, dressed in even more clean pieces of uniform, and dragged himself to the library, making a mental note that he needed to do laundry.

"I hope you dry-clean that tie," Blaine said in greeting.

"Hello to you too," Sebastian said, disguising his horror that Blaine had walked in on him hooking up with Beats, and stretching out on the couch across from Blaine.

"So, I take it you've screwed every guy in the school at this point, and now you're just going around again?" Hunter asked.

"Every guy except you, dear," Sebastian said with a grin. More or less. Not the freshmen. They were too young. "And I don't think I'll hit every one a second time, most weren't even decent."

"You won't be hitting me any times," Hunter scoffed in disgust.

"But I will take Blaine as many times as he likes," Sebastian said as though he hadn't been interrupted.

"I don't think so," Blaine said. "Kurt will forgive me someday. Until then…"

"Scuse me, hi, quick sidebar," Sebastian said. "Granted I know absolutely nothing about mature relationships, but I have fucked up quite a few and I have a helpful hint: When you sleep with another guy, it's not going to work out. Unless of course, you have Sebastian Smythe the miracle worker trying to get you back together, but to tell the truth, I don't really like Kurt, so…"

"You don't know that," Blaine said. "Kurt and I belong together. You'll see."

"But seeing how you're broken up," Sebastian began.

"Why don't you hit on Hunter?" Blaine interrupted. "You'd probably have better luck." He returned to his textbook.

"I'm not disagreeing with you," Sebastian said, throwing a grin in Hunter's direction, "but I think all three of us know, I'd much prefer you." Hunter turned a little bit red. Sebastian switched couches, so he was sitting next to Blaine, swinging an arm around his neck, and breathing in his ear. "Didn't you like it? We could do it better this time. Have all the time we wanted. Not have to worry about Hunter barging in. We could find everything about each other. I'd have you screaming my name until even Nick and Jeff are complaining about the noise." If Hunter had been embarrassed before, it was nothing to how Blaine was now: utterly mortified and hopelessly turned on. "I know you want it as much as I do."

"Actually," Blaine said, trying to act casual and failing miserably. "I don't think you're my type."

"What?" Sebastian asked, pulling his head away from Blaine's ear in surprise, obvious shock and hurt in his voice.

"I don't go for the snarky meerkat types," Blaine shrugged.

"Blaine Anderson, you tease!" Sebastian exclaimed. Hunter finally slammed his textbook shut, making both Sebastian and Blaine jump.

"Do either of you even vaguely glimpse how rude you're being?" Hunter shouted.

"A little," Blaine admitted, but Sebastian merely shrugged, more confused by the statement than anything. Humility was not in Sebastian's lifestyle.

"Hunt, you've caught me mid-screw, I didn't think there was anything I couldn't do around you," Sebastian said.

"I did not bring Blaine back here so you could be even more distracted," Hunter said.

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked, but they ignored him.

"You wouldn't have even known about Blaine to bring him back if I hadn't suggested it," Sebastian retorted.

"You only suggested it in a pathetic attempt to hang onto your council seat after you lost Captain," Hunter spat.

"Seems like you couldn't hang onto Captain very long either," Sebastian replied, smirking. "Did someone's plan backfire on him?"

"You planned this all along, you little weasel!" Hunter accused.

"Yeah," Sebastian said with yet another smirk. "You know, being nice really does suck."

"Oh boy," Blaine sighed.

"Yeah, I think Blaine has a right to know why you wanted him back at all," Hunter said, suddenly seeing a great opportunity.

"Blaine knows he's our best chance to win. Those Newd Irections were a joke before he joined them," Sebastian said.

"I'm not going to be your traitorous mole, if that's what you were thinking at all," Blaine interrupted.

"That's why I wanted you," Hunter said. "I think Sebastian had his own motives."

"You know me, I always have my own motives," Sebastian replied.

"You are the most stuck-up person I have ever met," Hunter shot back. "I'm leaving. Practice is at 5, you will both be there or you can say goodbye to the Warblers." Blaine and Sebastian stared at him until he left.

"Is he going to kill them if we don't show up, or…?" Blaine asked. Sebastian laughed.

"He's jealous I've got the hots for you now instead of him," Sebastian said. "Idiot actually thought I was into him." He shot a glance at the clock. "We certainly have time if you wanna do something…"

"Ugh," Blaine said, standing up just to get Sebastian out of his business.

"Or not," Sebastian continued lightly. "Are you coming to Scandals with me on Friday?"

"I'll think about it," Blaine said, climbing onto an end table. "Do you not remember anything from last night?"

"Snippets," Sebastian said, vaguely. "I hope we didn't hook up, because I would have liked to remember that."

"No, we didn't do anything," Blaine said. "Calm your tits."

"Vulgar today," Sebastian commented. "The effect I must have on you."

"You make me so mad," Blaine said, hopping off the table to angrily circle around it.

"You make me hot," Sebastian said, standing up slowly with a smile.

"You… are hot," Blaine said, taking an involuntary step backward. Sebastian was suddenly in his face… sort of. He'd never noticed before just how tall Sebastian was.

"We could have it all, Blaine, you and me. With our looks and talent, we could rule the world," Sebastian breathed. Blaine backed up some more, but then he was up against the wall. "What do you say, Blaine?" Sebastian breathed in Blaine's ear. Blaine could feel the warmth and he had to admit, he wanted it.

Sebastian started slowly, since he didn't actually have Blaine's permission to touch yet, nipping slowly at Blaine's jawline. Blaine moaned softly as Sebastian sucked on a bit of Blaine's neck not covered by his uniform, a small but subtle way to say 'yeah, this is okay'. Sebastian's lips went for Blaine's.

This was better that first time. It still wasn't prefect, but certainly better than before. Someday, maybe if Sebastian was very lucky, it would be perfect. Until then, Sebastian would have to settle. Slowly, he dipped his hands between them to work on Blaine's blazer button, throwing it open as he finished. Their lips still connected heatedly, Sebastian ducking quite a bit because damn, Blaine is miniature, Sebastian began to untuck Blaine's white button-up shirt, that's when it came.

"Sebastian."

"Yeah," Sebastian replied, smiling as he continued to try to kiss Blaine.

"Sebastian… Don't." Sebastian immediately stopped and backed up about a foot and a half.

"Why?" he asked, confused. He'd thought Blaine wanted him. If he'd read the signals wrong, he was making a really big ass of himself, even more so than usual considering he was stone cold sober, and he didn't think he could even get any lower on Blaine's approval rating.

"I – I don't want to be just another, albeit very impressive, notch on your headboard," Blaine said. "If I'm going to be with you, I want to be with you." Well, that actually made perfect sense to Sebastian. But how could he go about convincing Blaine that he actually was interested in a relationship? Wait a sec, didn't Blaine just say Sebastian wasn't his type? Maybe Sebastian was reading too much into this. Maybe Blaine was saying that the only way they were going to have sex again was if they were in a relationship, not that he wanted to be in a relationship so they could have sex.

"You just said you still wanted Kurt," Sebastian recapped. "Right before you said I wasn't your type?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Blaine said, walking around Sebastian and putting his hand on his head. "I love Kurt, but I … I want you. Until-until I know what's going on with him, I think I should stay away from you. Like – like this. We can be friends, and I'll go to Scandals with you, but nothing else. I'm sorry." He rebuttoned his blazer and smoothed it out.

Sebastian hung his head in defeat. His only hope now was that Kurt would eventually tell Blaine to shove it? Likely, but Sebastian didn't want to wait that long. He sighed, resigned, and sat back down on one of the couches.

"Alright, killer, you got it," Sebastian said. "What are we studying for?"

A/N: I wish I could just post all the chapters at once because they're all equal parts awesome and suck. Did I mention I usually hate my own writing? Think I did.

Anyhow: Next time: Sebastian gets grounded, the gang takes a trip to Scandals, and there is a Diva-Off.

Samantha.

(PS, I love reviews, they motivate me. And keep me funny.)