A/N: Is there Niff in this chapter? Absolutely yes. Without further ado, I present, Regionals! The way it should be because let's remember the new Directions got disqualified so even if the Warblers got disqualified for steroids (which they didn't in this because they didn't do any steroids) the new Directions still wouldn't be going to Regionals. Okay, sorreh, I'm ranting. I'm just angry. I really want my babies to succeed. Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter Thirty:

"You didn't have to stoop so low, now you're just somebody that I used to know… Somebody… that I used to know, somebody…"

"Every fucking day for two weeks," Nick said. "He has sung that song all day every day for two fucking weeks."

"If you had a solo, you'd be practicing too," Jeff snipped. "None of us got upset with you when you used to sing Uptown Girl all day every day."

"At least Uptown Girl is a good song," Nick said, glaring at nothing.

"Nicky, baby, would you like to try another one of those fantasies?" Jeff asked. Nick sighed and did a forward roll onto the bed. "Close your eyes." Nick laid down serenely and closed his eyes. "It's late at night. You're in bed all alone. I'm on the road, I've been gone for days, doing shows in cities all over the place. The clock next to your head clicks from 1:59 to 2am. Slowly, the bedroom door creaks open, and someone walks in. I try to be as quiet as possible as I put down my guitar case and get undressed."

"What are you wearing?" Nick asked.

"Does it matter? It's dark and I'm taking them all off," Jeff replied.

"Yes, it matters," Nick said.

"Okay… I don't know, skinny jeans, a blue and red plaid short-sleeve shirt and a red tie. And a black leather jacket. And my glasses because it's been a long day and my eyes are hurting. My hair is a disheveled mess," Jeff returned to storytelling.

But you didn't have to cut me off! came Sebastian's very loud voice from next door. Nick sighed and banged his head against the wall.

"I have a better idea," Jeff said. "Let's go to the library. No one will be there, we can have some peace and quiet."

"Good," Nick said. "Do you have that outfit? It sounds sexy."

"Sure," Jeff said. "Get going to the library, I'll be 30 seconds behind you." Nick reluctantly left the room, trusting his boyfriend to change and meet him in the library. Once Jeff was sure Nick was gone, Jeff changed at the speed of light, tucking his glasses into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, then heading for Nick's dresser to tear through the drawers quickly for any sight of an engagement ring. The first three drawers revealed nothing, but in the bottom drawer, amidst Nick's socks and boxer shorts, Jeff finally found a small green box with a gold ribbon wrapped around it. Jeff's mouth went dry and his heart hammered in his chest. This was it – Nick had a ring. Jeff threw it back in the drawer, not wanting to ruin the surprise by looking at it. But really. Nicky had a ring. He was going to propose, he had a ring. He had a RING. Help.

Pulling himself together, Jeff slammed the door shut and started his run for the library. Nick was waiting for him.

"Alright then, where were we?" Jeff asked, hopping onto the couch next to Nick, making it bounce.

"Wow, I was right, that is hot," Nick replied. "You wouldn't think, patterned shirt, solid tie, but it does."

"Do I need you to validate my fashion choices?" Jeff asked. "Please, I was as fabulous as Kurt before he got here and I'll continue to be this fabulous long after we've forgotten who he is."

"You know what I think?" Nick asked, pressing his finger along the edge of Jeff's tie.

"What's that?"

"I think we don't have practice tonight for the first time in about forever, and I want to spend my whole night with you," Nick said.

"Oh yeah?" Jeff asked, his voice hitching.

"Right here," Nick continued, climbing into Jeff's lap and pushing his leather jacket off his shoulders. Nick put his mouth to Jeff's neck as he pulled the tie looser and started to unbutton the shirt.

That's when Trent, Thad, and Beats showed up.

"Oh, good, you're here," Thad said. "Wanna play strip poker?"

"Are you kidding me?" Nick groaned. Jeff laughed good-naturedly and realigned his clothing.

"No, then?" Thad asked.

"We'll play," Jeff laughed.

"Not that you care, but we were about the have fantastic sex for the first time in two damn weeks because trying to get it on while Sebastian is 'rehearsing' is almost fucking impossible," Nick informed the intruders.

"Tell me about it," Beats said. "Why do you think we're in here? You can hear him halfway across campus."

"Strip poker?" Thad asked again.

"Yeah, yeah, strip poker," Nick grumbled. "I'd be happier if Jeff wasn't so good at it." Jeff grinned.

"Maybe my luck is changing, babe," Jeff said with a quick peck to Nick's cheek.

Sure enough, about an hour later, the five Warblers were laughing up a storm and Jeff was down to his tie and boxer shorts, mostly because he was losing on purpose and the other four had ganged up on him.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Jeff said, throwing his cards down at the table, pulling his tie loose and throwing it at Trent, who cheered. "The only thing you're gonna have here in a couple minutes is one very naked, very hot Jeff, and one very turned on, very horny Nick."

"You're on," Thad said, dealing out the cards again. One by one all five of their phones started to sing their respective text message tones.

"Does yours say, 'practice tomorrow morning, noon on the dot, urgent news, do not disturb –HJC'?" Beats asked as they all read their messages.

"Yep," Nick agreed. "Boring." He picked up his cards, then grinned and shot a look at Jeff. "Prepared to lose those shorts, baby?" Jeff cracked his knuckles and picked up his cards.

"Bring it on," Jeff said. Jeff was actually very good at poker, and he decided to stop losing on purpose now that he was down to just his underwear (mostly because getting totally naked with Thad, Beats, and Trent in the room was very strange, but only because Nick would probably jump him the second he was), so after a few more hands, Nick, who'd been wearing far less clothes to begin with, joined Jeff in the club of people in just their underwear. "Well then. Who should join us next… Beats?" Jeff dealt the cards with practiced ease before picking his hand up. "Or we could start playing for money if the naked is starting to annoy."

"Yeah, like we have any money," Thad snorted. I honestly don't know how poker is played. But I would kick ass at Strip Candy Land.

Eventually, as fate would have it, Nick got lucky and he got Jeff's boxers. Jeff, not in the slightest bit abashed to be totally naked in the Warblers Practice Room, took his light blue boxer shorts off and handed them to Nick. Sitting around one of the little tables as they were, it didn't seem to faze the rest (like we can all safely assume that all the Warblers have walked in on Nick and Jeff doing the nasty at least once), but Nick was distracted enough for Jeff to easily pull off a win of his boxer shorts as well.

"I think this is probably our cue to leave…" Thad said.

"Close the door behind you," Nick threw at him as he jumped on his Jeff.

"Regionals is in one week, gentlemen," Hunter said, pacing his troops – well, the Warblers, minus Sebastian who was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, refusing to play nicely today. "Sebastian has laryngitis, Blaine and I will be splitting his parts in Some Nights, and I will be taking his duet."

"Excuse me?!" Nick exclaimed loudly. "If a part needs to be filled, there should be open auditions."

"A part for a competition solo needs to be filled by the best there is in a very short amount of time," Hunter said. "This is the best solution. We need to bring our A game to Regionals. Having auditions is a big waste of my time."

"Hunter, that's not how it–" Nick protested.

"Council picks the solos," Hunter cut him off, like that was definitive. Nick considered protesting, he was the councilor in charge of song selection, after all, and had had little to no input on the Regionals setlist. "As I was saying, it is unlikely Sebastian will recover to sing with us next Saturday, and the choreography for Some Nights will need to be reworked slightly to accommodate the change in soloists, if we could please…."

"It's so not fair," Nick whined to Jeff after rehearsal. "That duet should be mine."

"I know, baby, I know," Jeff said. "But Hunter will do great with it. You don't even like that song."

"But I like solos," Nick said.

"You, complaining about solos? At least you've had them. You get solos almost every week at Breadstix, you even had Uptown Girl at Sectionals last year, I've only gotten one solo ever, and that was only because Sebastian was trying to fix what he fucked up," Jeff said. "If anyone should be getting a solo, it's me."

"Excuse you two," came a voice from behind them. "But as someone who's never had a single solo…"

"Shut up, Beats, you're like the most important one of us," Nick said, rolling his eyes.

"Pfff," Beats said.

"Remember that one week you got sick and Thad had to learn how to play the drums?" Jeff pointed out.

"All I'm saying," Beats said, "Give Beats a solo. Don't stop til it's trending."

"I think the duet should go to us, if you ask my opinion," Jeff said. "You and me and Somebody That I Used To Know."

"Sure," Nick said. "We should do a duet."

"If we go to Nationals, a duet," Jeff said.

"Of course we're going to Nationals," Nick said. "And guess what?"

"What?"

"We're gonna win too," Nick said with a smile. "Know how I know?"

"How?"

"Cuz you've wished for it," Nick said. It was true, Jeff had, at the beginning of the year wished they could win Nationals and that he and Nick would be together forever. And Jeff's wishes had a scary tradition of coming true. Now the only thing Jeff was really wishing was for Nick to cut the suspense and just propose already. "But still. That duet should be mine."

"Yes, it should," Jeff agreed.

"You know it, I know it, I bet even Sebastian knows it," Nick fumed. "Hunter is the biggest pile of douche to come here ever. If I ever get the chance to ruin his life, you bet your ass I'm taking it." He fumed a little bit more as they walked aimlessly toward the dorm building, then, "Nope, I'm going to go take the shit out of him now." Nick turned around and stormed back towards the senior commons. Jeff scurried after him. They got near the door back into the library, when they heard Hunter yelling.

"It sounds weird!" Hunter exclaimed. "We're not a couple. Maybe we should let Nick and Jeff have it."

"Damn straight, you should let Nick and Jeff have it," Nick muttered as he prepared for his entrance.

"Nick and Jeff can't sing half as well as we can," Blaine argued. "I'd love for them to sing it, and it would be beautiful and tender and heartwarming and we would lose. With Sebastian out, we can't take any more chances. It's you and me."

"Well, I can't do it," Hunter snapped.

"Hunt, you sang about blowjobs at Sectionals, and made out with Sebastian long enough to get mono," Blaine pointed out. "I think at this point, you can do anything. You just have to feel it." Nick sighed and turned back around, walking down the hall towards the staircase of destiny. Then suddenly he gave an enraged shout and punched the wall. Hard. Nick fell to the ground, clutching his hand.

"What the hell?" Jeff exclaimed, rushing to his boyfriend.

"I think I broke my hand," Nick whined.

"You should know better than to punch the wall!" Jeff replied.

"Well, apparently I don't!" Nick yelled.

"Nick?" Blaine asked, sticking his head into the hall. He saw Nick and Jeff, and rushed over to them, Hunter was right behind.

"He punched the wall," Jeff said. "Is it broken?"

"You should know better than to punch the wall," Blaine sighed, examining Nick's hand.

"Why did you punch the wall?" Hunter asked.

"Because that duet should be mine," Nick muttered, "but Blaine has a point, if Jeff and I did it, it would be so gay we'd lose by default. The wall represented the homophobic assholes that populate this country."

"The wall didn't do anything to you," Blaine said, dropping Nick's hand. "It's not broken. But if I might suggest that in the future you take your frustrations out on a punching bag, or at fight club."

"We have a fight club?" Nick asked.

"Shh," Blaine said. "Rule number one of fight club?"

"Don't talk about fight club?" Nick guessed.

"Exactly," Blaine said. "Rest your hand for a couple days, put some ice on it, don't punch any more walls."

"A fight club?" Hunter asked Blaine as they walked back into the library with the very silent Sebastian, who'd been there the whole time, but he wasn't allowed to speak because he had laryngitis and Hunter wanted him better for Saturday.

"Yes," Blaine said.

"Like, legit beat the stuffing out of other guys fight club?" Hunter asked.

"What part of 'don't talk about fight club' did you not understand?" Blaine asked.

"The part where I'd love to take out my frustration on something," Hunter said. "And I bet Sebastian would too." Sebastian nodded.

"You know I have never ever been ashamed of being gay or of you, right?" Nick said to Jeff as they made their way back to their room.

"I didn't think you were," Jeff said.

"I'm just so fucking upset right now, I might say something that might sound like that and I just wanted you to know," Nick said. "I never wanted anything but this, you and me. Never."

"I know you didn't," Jeff said, rubbing Nick's back as they sat down on their bed.

"I mean, there was a point when I didn't know that this is what I wanted, but…" Nick babbled.

"Nick, stop it," Jeff sighed, rolling his eyes. "I know."

"But I'm just so mad!" Nick yelled. "I want those solos, I want the duets, and I want the duets with you!"

"Blaine and Sebastian get solos all the time, so I think it's pretty safe to say you're not not getting solos because you're gay," Jeff said. "And furthermore, we go to an all-boys school, and society, especially in Ohio, is a little prejudiced. You're lucky, though. You could easily pass as straight, you could get the great romantic roles. I mean, Blaine and Sebastian might be able to if they're lucky, but I never will."

"Don't say stuff like that," Nick said, looking up at Jeff like a kicked puppy. "You're amazing, and you could do anything you wanted to. I think you'd make a fantastic Danny Zuko."

"Hell yes I would," Jeff said, pushing his hair out of his face. "I mean, it's fine, that's not what I really want to do anyway, but it's too bad I won't even get the option. Can you see me as Romeo? Or Jean Valjean? Or even Tony?"

"Of course you can't play Tony, you're blond," Nick said, with a quick kiss to Jeff's cheek. "But I see you as baby John."

"Oh, lovely," Jeff said with a sigh. Nick smiled.

"You always make me feel better even when you're not trying to," Nick said. "And that's why I love you."

"That's why you love me?" Jeff asked. "I can think of like a billion way better reasons."

"It's one of the reasons I love you, and would take me more than the next thousand years to tell you all of them," Nick said, kissing Jeff's lips this time. "And not to pull on Sebastian's line here, but I will never stop."

"Sebastian says that?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, Blaine goes 'I love you' and Sebastian goes 'I love you too, I'll never stop' and it is the most sickening and revolting thing I've ever heard," Nick said, wrinkling his nose.

"Well, then let's just go back to 'I Niff you'," Jeff said.

"That sounds wonderful," Nick said. "I Niff you, baby."

"I Niff you too," Jeff said.

"You know what the best thing about Niffing is?" Nick asked.

"What's that?" Jeff asked.

"You can't argue who Niffs who more," Nick said. "Because Niff signifies an infinite amount of love. Right?"

"Exactly," Jeff agreed, glad his boyfriend was finally getting it. "You can't Niff someone more than they Niff you. It's impossible. We Niff each other the exact same amount."

"Yeah, but I love you more," Nick said with a smug grin.

"I will argue you on this one to the death," Jeff replied, "because I definitely love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone ever."

"Anyone except me," Nick sang.

"Oh no you don't," Jeff said. "You're not getting away with loving me more than I love you, I won't stand for it."

"Where are you going?" Jeff asked Nick. Nick was pulling on a t-shirt and shorts.

"I'm going to the gym," Nick said decisively.

"Don't punch any walls," Jeff advised, returning to his book. "We need you in top form for Saturday."

"It's Monday, I'll be fine," Nick said. "Wanna come with?"

"Decidedly not," Jeff replied. Nick shrugged something like 'your loss' and left the room. Outside in the hall, Hunter, Blaine, and Sebastian were waiting, also in workout attire. Beats was coming down the hall toward them with Thad as well.

"I'm going to regret this," Blaine said, shaking his head.

"No it's good," Hunter said. "We all need a little stress relief." Sebastian, still forbidden from talking, had taken to carrying around a little dry erase board to write snarky comments on.

I prefer sex.

"And while I try not to judge others," Hunter said, "you are despicable."

"Truth," Nick agreed. "Let's go." The gym at Dalton was in a separate building where the Warblers never really went because they weren't gym-ish people. Sebastian went on occasion with David, because they both played Lacrosse, and Hunter had gone a few times at the beginning of the year, and Blaine had been many times, but Nick had never been there, and he was astonished to find out that not only was there a gymnasium for playing ball sports, but a workout room and a full size swimming pool and a hot tub, and a legitimate ring for beating the crap out of each other in a separate private room. What?

"Get warmed up," Blaine instructed. "The other guys will be here in a few minutes." The 'guys' was generally assumed to mean Blaine's fight club buddies.

"Not scared, I hope," Hunter remarked to Nick as he stripped off his jacket and threw it in the corner.

"You wish," Nick said. "I'm going to take you down."

"Good luck," Hunter replied.

"I'm taking bets," Thad interjected. "Can't wait til Hunter takes out Sebastian."

You really think he's that bad? Sebastian wrote on his dry erase board.

"Yes, actually, I think I'm exactly that bad," Hunter said. "But I'm starting with Nick."

"Place your bets!" Thad said loudly. Nick, who had never really punched anything besides walls and mattresses and once when he was a kid some other dude's face and also a cow that one time, threw some experimental punches at one of the bags. Yeah, this was good.

"Okay!" Blaine called. "Everybody listen up. We've got some new people here tonight, hi everyone. A quick review of the rules: The first rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club: Someone says 'stop', goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: Only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: One fight at a time. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: Fights will go on as long as they have to. Eighth rule: If this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight. And most importantly the ninth and final rule: If anyone messes up any of the Warblers faces, I will kick your ass because we have Regionals on Saturday." A few of the guys laughed good naturedly. "In all seriousness, though, this is Dalton Academy. We have a little bit more class than Brad Pitt. And, uh, Sebastian isn't allowed to talk, so…"

Don't you pussies even think about going easy on me, Sebastian delineated on his dry erase board.

"Okay, baby, calm down," Blaine said, patting Sebastian on the back. "I think Hunter and Nick have the showdown of the century planned, if you'd like to take the floor, gentlemen." Hunter stepped forward, stripping off his work out tanktop and throwing it nonchalantly at Sebastian as he did so. Nick took off his shirt as well (because let's face it everything's better without a shirt) and stepped into the center of the room.

Hunter started out reserved, but Nick didn't hold back. He had too much contained rage for Hunter and he let it all out. Hunter quickly caught up, keeping up with Nick, blow-for-blow, and his military background was really starting to shine through because after several very intense minutes of fighting, Hunter finally had Nick on the ground, and Nick surrendered. Hunter stood back up triumphantly, getting himself a high five from Beats and Sebastian. Nick stood up too, breathing hard but rather satisfied for some reason, also getting good job high fives from Sebastian and Blaine, because let's face it, the Warblers are too cute not to do adorable shit like that.

Next up, Hunter took a short break from kicking ass and taking names while Blaine and Thad went head to head because they're both little and it was a pretty fair fight, and Blaine won. Then Hunter was back, taking on Sebastian in some kind of fight that would end all fights, the hype from which would probably still be hanging around years later.

Sebastian might have looked tall and skinny like a twig, and Hunter might have looked like a bulldozer, but it was just about evenly matched. Sebastian hadn't had the protection of Dalton all of his life, he knew how to fight. It went on and on, both boys bruised, battered, and completely determined not to give up. Eventually the fight came to an end. Plot twist: Sebastian won. Another plot twist: Hunter let him.

Hunter was still confused about his feelings for Sebastian, and even though Blaine had told him it was okay to be curious, but that he probably shouldn't act on Sebastian anymore, because Sebastian and Blaine were a thing, Hunter couldn't see himself being with another man, even Sebastian. Seeing Sebastian all beat up like that, though, doubled over in pain from a sucker punch to the gut, but still refusing to give up, it tugged on Hunter's heart. He took the next punch Sebastian gave him, then a few more after that, and finally gave up. Sebastian celebrated his win silently, his throat hurt a ton from the laryngitis and from the physical exertion of trying to breathe during an exhausting fight with a swollen throat or whatever was wrong with it, but Sebastian saw the look in Hunter's eyes and knew he would need a rematch someday.

Tuesday afternoon, Nick and Jeff decided to take the best advantage of Sebastian having laryngitis: sexy times. Since Sebastian couldn't talk, he couldn't sing, and if he couldn't sing, he couldn't disrupt the neighborhood with his rehearsals for Regionals.

"We should have been doing this for days," Nick moaned as Jeff arched underneath him with a particularly loud noise – somewhere between the sound a kitten would make and the dirtiest sexy moan you've ever heard.

Three bangs on the wall from Sebastian and Blaine's side. The wall code was pretty simple: two bangs meant 'get over here, I have important news', three bangs meant 'shut the fuck up, you're really loud and annoying', four bangs usually meant 'Doctor Who marathon now' but it could also mean 'help, I'm dying'.

"Like you never make noise!" Nick yelled over his shoulder at the wall, continuing to thrust into Jeff, who continued to make his sex-kitten noises. "That is the hottest sound I've ever heard."

"You're going to be hearing a lot of it– Oh!" Jeff practically screamed.

When they'd finished, Nick lay face down on the bed, exhausted. Jeff sat next to him, rubbing his back.

"Why are you covered in bruises?" Jeff asked, seeing a few different black and blue spots on Nick's skin.

"I'm not at liberty to discuss fight club," Nick said.

"One of the guys gave you these?" Jeff asked, eyes getting wide. Nick shrugged. "You shouldn't go back there."

"You can't tell me what to do," Nick said.

"You tell me what to do all the time," Jeff pointed out.

"Yeah, but you like it," Nick retorted. Jeff blushed. "It's not like I spent all night getting the shit beat out of me. The only guy I fought was Hunter."

"Did you at least win?" Jeff asked.

"No," Nick mumbled.

"Oh, baby," Jeff cooed, kissing each of Nick's bruises softly.

"But you should see his bruises," Nick said confidently.

"Probably not as sexy as yours," Jeff said.

"Sebastian probably thinks they are," Nick mumbled.

"Sebastian doesn't like Hunter," Jeff said. "He likes Blaine."

"Blaine doesn't have any bruises," Nick said. "I think Thad was afraid to hurt him."

"Since I can't tell you not to go back, can I tell you to be careful?" Jeff asked.

"Sure," Nick agreed.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall…

"Hunter really did one over on you, didn't he?" Blaine asked in a soothing voice. Blaine, for once, was the one holding Sebastian in his embrace.

"It's fine," Sebastian barely whispered.

"Are you sure? I can give you another massage if you want," Blaine said.

"I'm fine," Sebastian repeated. "Pain is nothing new."

"Don't hurt your voice, sweetie," Blaine said. Sebastian just nuzzled his head under Blaine's chin and clung onto him. "I love you."

"I love you too," Sebastian croaked in a barely audible whisper. "I'll never stop."

If Sebastian was feeling any better as the week progressed, he didn't let on about it. He danced silently with the rest of the Warblers during rehearsal – the choreography for Some Nights was rigorous. Hunter, who always seemed to forget he wasn't the Captain, loved intricate dance numbers, and it was probably the only thing Hunter, Sebastian, and Jeff could all agree on.

Friday night, Jeff got the solos he deserved at Breadstix, and Beats was very, very touchy about it. Jeff's setlist was all Fall Out Boy, all him solo. He practically fainted when Blaine told him.

You're fucking welcome, read the note Sebastian shoved at Jeff, arms crossed in a huff, as Jeff passed where Sebastian was sitting with Sam and Brittany, unfortunately having to sit out from that night's performance. Sebastian, of course, thought Sam and Brittany were the two stupidest people on earth, and they very well may be.

"Thank you," Jeff mouthed at Sebastian as he took the stage.

Am I more than you bargained for, yeah
I been dying to tell you anything
You're only here cuz that's just who I am this week
We're goin down, down, and you're looking around
And Sugar, we're going down swingin
I'll be your number one with the bullet
Your loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
(Random mid-song A/N: I totally thought that line was: I once stuttered at a joke of a grown man whose dick was stuck to my tongue)
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, these are the lives you love to lead
This, this is the way you love
If they know how misery loves me…

B-be careful making wishes in the dark-dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
Besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
My songs know what you did in the dark…

So light em up, up, up
Light em up, up, up
Light em up, up, up
I'm on fire!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…
In the dark-dark

The audience was thrilled, Jeff was psyched because Fall Out Boy was his favorite, and he got to do their new song which was amazing.

Bright and early Saturday morning, the Warblers were at their Regionals. Sebastian excused himself to go to the bathroom, gargled a mouthful of salt water, then proceeded to throw up, drink an entire bottle of water, and sing a line or two of Somebody That I Used To Know. An entire week of not saying anything but 'I love you' to Blaine had paid off. He ran back to the auditorium, they were due onstage in five minutes, the other two choirs had already gone.

"I'm singing," Sebastian announced. He received high fives from every Warbler.

"Are you sure?" Hunter asked.

"I'll start with the duet and if I can't do the second, I'll tell you," Sebastian huffed. "Let me do this. I want to win. Please, Hunt."

"By all means," Hunter said. "Only if you're sure you can do the whole thing."

"I can," Sebastian affirmed.

Less than half an hour later, the Warblers were hoisting their first place trophy in the air, on their way to Nationals for the first time in many years.

By five o'clock, they were back in the senior commons, with pizza, hot wings, cheesy breadsticks, girls from Crawford who had mysteriously shown up including Lisa, and tequila.

And four hours after that, almost everyone was at least buzzed.

"Spin the bottle!" someone yelled, making a circle and putting an empty tequila bottle in the center. The Warblers and the Crawford 'Warbler groupies' came and went as the game went on. Sebastian happily sat through the whole game and kissed almost every person in the room – except Hunter, who wasn't drinking and also refused to play.

It wasn't because Lisa was sitting next to Sebastian and they'd spun each other so many times that people got up to get more drinks every time it happened now because it would easily keep them occupied for several minutes. No, Hunter didn't care about Lisa. She was cool, sure, but his family was into arranged marriages, so Hunter was technically betrothed to one of, last he'd heard, three possible candidates, his mother was still choosing. Whichever it ended up being, he didn't care. No, Hunter wasn't playing because he wasn't into kissing anyone in the room – except maybe Sebastian.

No. Stop that. Not. Even. Remotely–

Oh, who the fuck did Hunter think he was kidding?

"Hunter! Sit down, I want to kiss your face!" Lisa exclaimed. She tugged on his arm and he reluctantly sat down on her other side. She kissed his cheek lightly and handed him the bottle to spin. It landed on Sebastian.

"Nope," Hunter said as Sebastian laughed. "Not happening, not again. No thank you."

"Oh, come on, Hunt," Sebastian said, puckering up.

"No!" Hunter exclaimed, getting up again. Lisa got up and went with him to the far side of the room.

"Such a killjoy," Sebastian sighed, pulling a passing Blaine into his lap and kissing him. The game of spin the bottle sort of dissolved after that. Sebastian and Blaine were making out in the center of the floor. Nick and Jeff might or might not have been having some kind of sexual experience in a corner. David and his girlfriend were sitting on a couch together politely talking with a bunch of her friends and Beats.

By the end of the night, Nick and Jeff had moved their encounter to a different room in the building. Beats and Thad had both taken groupie girls back to the dorms. Sebastian and Blaine were socializing like human beings with David and his girlfriend, and Hunter and Lisa. Well, Sebastian was mostly quiet, still resting his voice because it still hurt.

At the very end of the night, Hunter drove the girls not staying at Dalton for the night back to Crawford. Sebastian and Blaine tried to finish their sexy times before Hunter got back and failed, but he just came in anyway, ignoring them and going straight into the bathroom.

Stop thinking about Sebastian like that. You don't like him. You don't like guys. Stop.

But Hunter did like Sebastian. He wanted to kiss him again. He never thought he would get another chance.

A/N: Okay, so it wasn't as much Regionals as it was fight club and other random stuff, but Regionals was in it.

Thanks for reading and sticking with me this far, leave me a review if you'd like. I love getting feedback, it brings joy to my otherwise dull existence.

Samantha.

Next time: Sebastian is faced with several emotions he never thought he'd have to know about.
And later: Nationals, baby!

PS, Nick still didn't propose.