A/N: Not sure where this chapter went. Enjoy it anyway, because I always give my writing my all. Actually, no, this chapter sucks. But the next one is THE BEST CHAPTER SINCE CHAPTER ONE. So just hold on and if you're all really lucky I might post it later today.

Also to people who want to talk shit about my story on anon: If there's something I've learned from Glee, it's to stand up for myself and anons of the internet aren't worth shit. Think about that. This story is fantastic. Fuck you.

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

"That was the last real word he said for a while, deciding he'd better kiss Blaine while he still had the chance. He hadn't been with anyone since Scandals, three weeks previously, and it was the longest he could remember going without a good screw. Blaine meant the world to Sebastian, and he was determined to prove it."

The next Saturday night, instead of going to Breadstix, the Warblers threw a Warbler Party, and invited their new best friend Sam.

"Truth or Dare?" Nick demanded.

"Truth," Jeff said sweetly.

"Who's the best most awesomest person in this room?" Nick asked with a smile.

"You are," Jeff replied immediately, also grinning. Then they were kissing, falling over onto a couch.

"Sebastian, get over here!" Thad yelled. "This game is no fun without you!"

"Truth or Dare?" Sebastian yelled back from the opposite corner of the room.

"Dare!" Thad replied.

"I dare you to give Hunter a lap dance!" Sebastian replied. Thad laughed and grinned. Hunter looked mortified, and when Thad was finished dancing (as Beats made nice unnh-tss noises), Hunter looked even more mortified if that was possible. "Blaine, darling, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" Blaine replied from across the room where he was standing with Sam.

"I dare you to rematch me in that Diva-off!" Sebastian replied with a laugh.

"You sure you want to lose twice?" Blaine asked.

"Who said I was going to lose?" Sebastian asked.

"What does the winner get?" Blaine asked.

"I think you know," Sebastian said with a wink.

"I think you should go for it," Sam said in an undertone to Blaine. "You've been beating yourself up about Kurt for too long. Have a little fun."

"Alright," Blaine said. He strode to Hunter, confiscating his phone from him and putting it on the iDock in the corner. "Shall we?" A beat filled the room, something familiar but more upbeat than the original of this song had been. Did Blaine just spend time remixing songs to fit his needs?

I'm a, uh, diva, I'm a, uh, diva
Nanana…
A diva is a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler, of a, of a hustler

Leave it to Blaine to pick Beyoncé. Jeff decided he wanted to join it as well, even though he certainly didn't want the prize, and Nick went with him. Hunter, satisfied with his position of Vice Captain and not being Sebastian's anything, didn't join. Heck, even Trent was joining now, but at the end of the song, there was a very clear winning.

"It's still Blaine," everyone in the room said and Sebastian gave a frustrated groan, collapsing into the couch next to Hunter.

"Your turn, truth or dare?" Thad asked Sebastian.

"Dare," Sebastian sighed.

"I hereby dare you, on behalf of the rest of the Warblers, to kiss Hunter. With tongue. For at least 15 seconds," Thad said. Sebastian laughed and turned to Hunter. Hunter looked even more revolted.

"It's not fair to pick on me like this," Hunter protested.

"Oh, shush, any one of us would do it if they'd dared us," Nick said. "It's a game."

"Hmm, even you, Duval? Remind me to keep that in mind," Sebastian remarked with a slight smirk.

"This is uncivilized," Hunter said, trying to stand up, but then Sebastian was straddling him, planting a nice wet one on his lips, shoving his tongue into Hunter's mouth. It's not that Hunter didn't like kissing Sebastian, it was that he'd decided he wasn't going to do it anymore. Not everyone in the room could tell how into it Hunter got, but some people sure could, and most everybody cheered when Sebastian finally sat up, panting, raising both his hands into the air, the universal sign for touchdown. Hunter pushed Sebastian off him and stood up, he was going to leave the party. "You will all pay. Sebastian will pay triple, and he will not have a solo at Regionals."

"Council picks the solos, Hunt," Sebastian said, winking.

"Ugh," Hunter said, rolling his eyes and leaving the room. Sebastian laughed some more.

"Good riddance, he's such a killjoy," Trent said. "My turn."

"Truth or Dare, Trent?"

"So you like Sebastian then," Sam said to Blaine in a lowered voice, so the boys playing truth or dare wouldn't hear.

"Yeah," Blaine admitted.

"You should go for it," Sam said.

"Sam…"

"I obviously hate Sebastian as much as anyone, but if you can forgive him so can I."

"Well, yeah, but…"

"And yeah, Kurt was my friend, but you're my bro," Sam said, holding up his fist for Blaine to bump, which he did. "Go get em, tiger."

"Trouty mouth!" Sebastian called from the center of the game. "Your turn!"

"I'm not playing," Sam said.

"Nope, everyone has to play," Sebastian said. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth, then," Sam said.

"Were you really a stripper?" someone asked before Sebastian could think of something good to say.

"If this is just an excuse for me to show you all my rockin body, you could have just asked," Sam said, "but yes, I was a stripper." From nowhere, or maybe the remote control in Blaine's pocket, Party Rock Anthem started to play. "Oh my God."

"Strip!" the Warblers chanted. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Sam danced to the music, eventually taking off his shirt, but not losing his pants. Eventually, the novelty wore off, but Sam didn't feel the need to put his shirt back on.

Tuesday night, to apologize for Sebastian's behavior, Blaine set Hunter up with another girl, since Lisa hadn't worked out for some inexplicable reason (though she remained friends with the Warblers), and Blaine and Sebastian had the dorm room to themselves.

"You don't like Sam, do you?" Blaine asked.

"I'm not fond of his type, I guess," Sebastian said with a shrug.

"Quick, choose one, Hunter or Sam!" Blaine shouted.

"Oh, that's not fair!" Sebastian said, cramming his head into the mattress on Hunter's bed. Blaine laughed from his seat atop Hunter's desk. They liked to sit on Hunter's things when he wasn't home. "Hunter I guess."

They talked and laughed, getting to know each other a little better. Blaine learned that Sebastian's parents had divorced when he was 12, and that he'd been to 9 different boarding schools since then, and that he loved his mother, but she was getting remarried to a French guy named Francois. Sebastian learned that Blaine didn't like to talk about his brother.

"Don't you have a brother?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes," Blaine said shortly.

"And he is…?"

"A jerk."

"I see," Sebastian said.

"He's the guy from those free credit rating today commercials," Blaine mumbled. "A.k.a. the sexiest man in North America."

"I hate those commercials," Sebastian said. "Worst acting ever. What is that pointing thing?" He experimentally pointed in various directions, rolling his eyes. Blaine had launched himself off Hunter's desk and at Sebastian before Sebastian could really figure out what was going on. Blaine's lips were looking for Sebastian's, but Sebastian laughed and pushed Blaine's head askew. "Easy there, killer."

"Want you. Now," Blaine said.

"We agreed, we're just gay friends who share common interests, who sometimes get drunk and have sex," Sebastian recited. "Only when we're drunk. No matter how much it kills me to keep us honest."

"Now," Blaine said indignantly, his lips finally connecting with Sebastian's. One kiss. Two. Three. "Please, Bas. Please."

"That's not fair," Sebastian groaned, and Blaine could feel the groan all the way in Sebastian's stomach, as he sat on top of him. "You know what that does to me. C'mon it's time for bed." He stood up, easily carrying Blaine over to his own bed and dumping him unceremoniously into it, no matter how hard Blaine tried to hold on.

"Only if you come with me," Blaine said. "Sebastian, please."

"It's late. Hunter will be back soon," Sebastian said.

"You suck," Blaine said.

"Yes, I do suck, and I'm very good at it, thank you," Sebastian said. "You should know." Blaine made a sound like a wounded kitten. "Budge up, make a space, come on." He crawled into the bed next to Blaine. "Seriously, why do you even have your own bed?"

Friday night, Blaine set Hunter up on yet another date, since that girl was evidently not pleasing to him either. Then, Blaine insisted that Sebastian accompany him to Scandals.

"If you just want to get drunk so that we can have sex, I'm pretty sure that's not how this is supposed to work," Sebastian said.

"I'm pretty sure that is exactly how it's supposed to work," Blaine said, huffing. "That's how it works. We're friends who sometimes get drunk and have sex."

"Yeah, sometimes," Sebastian said.

"Sebastian!" Blaine whined.

"What about Kurt?" Sebastian asked. Blaine made an aggravated sound like a four year old throwing a temper tantrum.

"I'm not thinking about Kurt, I'm thinking about you," Blaine said.

"Are you drunk already?" Sebastian asked.

"No," Blaine said. Sebastian took a deep inhale and then coughed.

"Yes, you are, you've been in my stash," Sebastian said, with a sigh. "Blaine, you're not like this."

"How am I not like?" Blaine asked, crossing his arms.

"Like a four year old throwing a temper tantrum," Sebastian said. "You are a very dapper, very polished, very distinguished, very talented individual who eats salad with a knife and fork and wears far too much gel in his hair."

"So what?" Blaine asked.

"Let's just stay in tonight and watch TV, okay baby?" Sebastian asked. Blaine reluctantly agreed.

The following Wednesday, Blaine and Hunter walked in on Sebastian and Beats, yet again. Hunter sighed and went to the common room. Blaine just sat in the hall and waited for Beats to leave so he could talk to Sebastian again. He didn't know how long he was sitting, but finally, Beats left, and Blaine slunk into the room.

"Forget something?" Sebastian asked, hearing the door open and shut again, not looking up.

"It's me," Blaine said quietly.

"Hey killer," Sebastian said. "What's up?"

"I know it's none of my business who you hook up with, but I- I'm sort of hurt," Blaine said, sitting down on Sebastian's desk chair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it would bother you," Sebastian said with a shrug. "Beats and I have had this sorta semi-regular platonic sex thing going on for a while now…"

"I don't want you to see anyone besides me," Blaine said. Sebastian stared at him.

"Blaine, we're not even seeing each other," Sebastian said.

"I know that," Blaine said. "But I know you want to be, and I want to be too."

"Who said I wanted to be?" Sebastian asked.

"You did," Blaine said. "Or did you? I can't remember now. Don't you?"

"Yeah," Sebastian said. "Y-yeah, I think I do." His fear of commitment suddenly came to the surface, and he swallowed hard, reminding himself that this was Blaine, and yes, that was what he wanted. "Yes, I do. I would treat you so good, B."

"Somehow, I believe you," Blaine said, "but you're right, I can't agree to be with you until I get things settled with Kurt, which we will settle when he comes for Christmas."

"What if he decides to take you back when he comes for Christmas?" Sebastian asked.

"Then I will be the happiest man in the world," Blaine said.

"Then why should I stop hooking up with guys who aren't you?" Sebastian asked.

"Because I'm selfish," Blaine said. Sebastian stared at him, this was Blaine, the Blaine he was in love with, not the four year old he had to pick up after and put to bed, and Blaine had a damn good point. If Sebastian wanted Blaine, he should prove it to him.

"Okay, you got it," Sebastian said. "Just you, then." Blaine smiled and got up to hug Sebastian.

"By the way, I totally think, just for future generations, platonic sex would be such a great idea," Blaine said. Sebastian nodded.

"It's pretty damn great," he agreed.

"We could have platonic sex," Blaine said. "Right now, even."

"Nuh-huh, only when we're drunk, we agreed," Sebastian said. Blaine pouted. "And I just got done with Beats, and I took a shower, come on, Blaine, give a guy a break."

"Fine," Blaine mumbled.

"I'm free on Saturday," Sebastian said.

"Saturday I have to go to the Lima Bean with the McKinley kids," Blaine said, "and then we have the Breadstix thing."

"Gross, the Breadstix thing," Sebastian said. He spared a look for his watch and jumped. "It's quarter to five."

"Oh, snap," Blaine said. "We have practice." They looked at each other, then took off running, out of the room, down the stairs, and across campus.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the musical styling of the Dalton Academy Warblers!

The Audience cheered, then settled down, waiting for the performance to start. Beats hit it, and almost everyone could recognize the old boy band song. There was a long intro to the song, with a nice dance to it. Jeff, on the far right, popped up first, then Nick on the far left, then Blaine, Trent, and finally Sebastian.

Everybody, yeah, rock your body yeah,
Everybody, yeah, rock your body right
Backstreet's back, alright!

Oh my God, we're back again, Blaine sang in that Blaine way he had.

Am I original? Jeff sang. (Yeah!)
Am I the only one? Blaine sang. (Yeah!)
Am I sexual? Sebastian sang. (Yeah!)
Am I everything you need, you'd better rock your body now! Nick sang.

Jeff and Sebastian were dance masters, and the number was fantastic. The rest of the Warblers were great too, but they weren't finished their set yet. The lights went down.

Hahahaha,

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazigah~

The boys had decided – okay Jeff and Trent had decided they were going to do the Spice Girls, and had assigned each of them a Spice to be.

Jeff was wearing his union jack shirt again as he played Ginger Spice.
Trent was obviously Baby Spice.
Blaine was obviously Posh Spice. Everyone had agreed. All the Warblers. It had been put to a vote.
Nick was playing the part tonight of Sporty Spice. He'd lost the rock, paper, scissors.
Which only left Sebastian left to be Scary Spice, and let's face it, he's scary, especially when he pulled his breakaway windpants off and revealed leopard print skinny jeans. (He'd borrowed them from Jeff.)

It was fantastic, and everyone laughed, and then they were done, and Blaine scampered off to sit with Sam, and then Sebastian had squished in beside him, and everyone was getting along, and then the Warblers went back to school, it was grand really.

Monday was when the shit hit the fan for real. Blaine's phone rang.

"Hello?" Blaine answered the phone, the laugh from the last joke Sebastian had told him out of the webpage he was reading still on his breath.

"Hey," Kurt replied. Just the tone of his voice made Blaine uneasy.

"What's the matter?" Blaine asked.

"There's really no easy way to say this, because I know how much you were looking forward to getting together, but…" Kurt said. Uh-oh. "I'm not coming back to Lima for Christmas."

"Oh, um, no, it's alright," Blaine said. "I'm sure you're busy and stuff…"

"It's just, I'm trying to save the last few drops of my money for NYADA now…" Kurt said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Blaine said. "College is expensive. It's cool."

"You sound really, really upset," Kurt said.

"I was looking forward to seeing you," Blaine admitted. "But I understand, it's your dream. You belong at NYADA."

"My dad is going with Finn and Carole to Carole's sister's anyway, so it'd be…" Kurt trailed off, realizing he didn't have an end to that sentence. "And she always has too much eggnog and blacks out. Happy Holidays, right?"

"Right," Blaine said. "I totally understand."

"You do?"

"Oh yeah," Blaine said. "It's just nice hearing from you any day."

"I have to go – work, sorry," Kurt said, hurriedly.

"Sure, sure," Blaine said. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Kurt said. They both hung up. Blaine looked across the room to Sebastian.

"That… that was Kurt. He's not coming," Blaine said, completely dejected.

"Hey, hey," Sebastian said. "Who needs him? I'll show you the right way to have Christmas."

"Kurt and I always have Christmas together," Blaine moped. "We have to sing our flirty Christmas duet."

"I don't know if you know this, but I am great at singing flirty duets."

"You can't just pretend to be Kurt and expect me to accept you as my boyfriend or whatever it is you're trying to do."

"Obviously, I have a little more class than that," Sebastian said.

"No you don't," Blaine said, frowning.

"No, to hell with it, of course I don't." Sebastian grinned. "C'mon, give me a chance."

"Maybe," Blaine said. "I'll think about it."

"I'm so confused," Jeff whined, falling with a flump onto his back on the floor. "Do we like them, do we not like them, are we just pretending to like them? Do we like Kurt and Blaine? Do we like Hunter and Sebastian?"

"We like Blaine with whoever makes him happy," Nick said, taking advantage of Jeff lying on the floor to swing a leg over him, essentially sitting on Jeff's stomach. "And if that's Kurt, great. If it's Sebastian, that's nice too. If it's Trent or Sam or even Hunter, we don't care. We want Blaine to be happy."

"Is he happy with Sebastian?" Jeff asked.

"We hope he will be," Nick said, leaning forward to suck a spot on Jeff's neck. "In the meantime, you make me very, very happy."

"Oh, do I?" Jeff asked, trying to feign innocence, but the half-groan in his voice giving him away.

"Oh yes," Nick said. "And I'm sure I make you very, very, very happy as well." Jeff let out another groan as Nick moved to a different spot. He was going to be covered in hickeys by the morning, he could already tell. And he was going to love every second of it.

A/N: Uh-oh.

Next time: Jeff gets grounded and we learn a lot about Nick. Also: Christmas and New Years!
And later: Valentine's, Kurt, and a wedding?!

Samantha.