Piano Lessons Chapter 4, a glee fanfic

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I've been busy recently and I also got a serious case of Writer's Block. This chapter is shorter than the other ones but enjoy anyway.

Hunter sat down onto the piano bench once again and massaged his hands. He'd just had dinner with the Smythe family as well as the guests and everyone seemed to be nice enough. The food was delicious and Hunter wished he could have seconds, but he had to control his food intake for the sake of his health. Besides, he had work to do.

He'd actually planned out his 'setlist' beforehand. Peaceful songs were mostly placed at the beginning of the event and the more passionate ones were placed in the middle, followed by quiet ones. Hunter had finished the 'first phrase' before dinner and now it was time to unleash the 'violent' songs. Some guests had praised him for his piano skills and if they thought that was the best of him, then they were in for a shock. Hunter couldn't help but smiled at this.

Coincidentally most of the songs he'd chosen for the second phrase were by Chopin. Unlike what Sebastian said earlier, Chopin didn't only write 'kids' songs'. Some of his works were branded as 'Grade 10' because of their level of difficulty. Just like the one he was about to play now. La Fantaisie Impromptu Op.66 in C-sharp minor. Hunter had spent some time to perfect his playing as the timing was fast. But nevertheless he conquered it when he was fourteen so it wasn't much of a problem to him now. With his mind set and hands ready, he started playing. The key to playing this piece was to master the chromatic scales in it. Soon he was swept up in a tornado made by piano notes. Hunter glanced up briefly and saw the guests looking at him in surprise. He smiled when he caught Sebastian's eye. The other boy's eyebrows rose in amazement and the smirk on Hunter's face grew. He knew that Sebastian was hard to impress, yet he'd succeeded so he felt a bit proud.

Lost in his thoughts, Hunter's right hand slipped and pressed the wrong key. Shit. Luckily no one seemed to have noticed it. He had to focus or not he might do something worse, like playing the wrong chord. What he didn't notice was everyone stopped chatting and focused on listening to him.

Fortunately Hunter didn't step onto his foot again, so the rest of the performance went by smoothly. When he was done, he released the breath he'd been holding and his hands left the keyboard. The room turned eerily quiet, forcing him to look up to see what was going on. All the guests were staring at him in amazement and his heart swelled at their reaction. His eyes darted around the room and he noticed a figure standing next to a table nearby. Sebastian lifted up his right hand and put it down. Hunter quickly caught his meaning and stood up from the bench, taking a bow. Applause erupted and Hunter felt light. The rush of adrenaline was starting to decline and he, to be honest, was stunned by the fact that the applause was for him. This had to be how Rachel felt whenever she finished singing a show tune.

Hunter felt himself sitting back down and that was when the guests stopped clapping and returned to their previous activities. There were other compositions waiting to be played and the next one was similar to the previous song-Allegro de Concierto by Enrique Granados, who was often called 'the Spanish Chopin'. Though Hunter had often thought that this one was less gloomy than Chopin's works. This piece was just as 'difficult' as the last one, maybe even harder to play but Hunter knew it by heart after playing it for the whole past week so it wouldn't be a problem. The whole song started with a bang but he was careful not to 'exaggerate' it. His hands, with a mind of their own,, ran over the keys fluidly as the atmosphere built up around him, just like all the times he'd played before and before he knew it, he was playing the last note. His whole body relaxed once again as applause once filled his ears. This time he didn't even bother to stand up. He just started playing the next piece.

For most of the night Sebastian's eyes were locked on the frame behind the grand piano. He'd answered questions and participated in several conversations, but most of the time his mind wandered to Hunter's side. Fucking Hell, how could anyone play like that? He realized with a start he was still an amateur compared to Hunter. Or the pianist at the concert weeks ago. Sebastian silently made a mental note that he had to learn the songs Hunter just played. They were all terrifyingly brilliant. And Hunter looked fucking sexy playing those pieces. Concentrated when the notes were low and euphoric when the song reached its climax. He swore Hunter smirked at him during the first song.

That bastard.

"He's a really good pianist," A familiar voice said. Sebastian turned around and saw his mother's friend from the concert staring at Hunter in awe. "Definitely something, right?"

Hell yes. "Of course." Sebastian replied. "Please excuse me for a minute." He didn't notice his dry throat until he spoke out those words seconds ago. He poured himself another drink and looked at his watch. The event would be ending in five minutes. Holy shit, time really ran away fast. Suddenly the music stopped and Sebastian looked at the piano once again. Hunter seemed to have finished his setlist and took a final bow. The guests once again granted him enthusiastic applause and Sebastian bit back a grin. Hunter totally deserved that.

Soon everyone began to leave one by one as it was getting late. Sebastian spotted Hunter placing the bench back into its original place and walked over to him. "That was good." he said plainly.

Hunter arched an eyebrow. "Only 'good'?"

"Okay, you got me. That was bloody brilliant." Hunter smirked at his commented and massaged his fingers, drawing Sebastian's eyes to their movements. "Let's go get changed." Hunter nodded and they went up the staircase.

"'The whole thing went pretty smoothly, eh?" Hunter, dressed in the clothes he wore as he came (no pun intended), commented idly as they walked down the corridor. "I'm not used to playing that piano though. The keys are pretty hard but at least I had a great time."

"Well, I'm sure you will have an even better time in my bed." Sebastian flirted. He always knew his chance as soon as it came around. "My room is just around the corner. Wanna test that theory out?"

Hunter laughed and hit him with his folder. "In your dreams, asshole. I really need to go now and we'll meet again on Tuesday, yeah?"

"Sure. See you." Hunter walked out of the mansion and Sebastian watched as he disappeared into the night. He went back inside. All Sebastian wanted to do now was to sleep. It'd been a long night and socialising had never been an easy job.

"You know, as much as I'd like to learn the songs you played last week, I want to play popular music instead of classical pieces." Sebastian said as he leaned back and stretched. "It's starting to get boring."

Hunter stopped pressing the keys and looked at him in surprise. "Really?" Sebastian nodded. "What songs do you have in mind?"

"Quite a number of them actually. But give me some time to decide which one first. In the meanwhile why don't you play something? This may give me an idea."

Hunter shrugged. "I've been listening to these songs recently." he said. "A bit sad, but still amazing."

"Wha-" Hunter started playing before Sebastian managed to finish his sentence. It was a pretty simple song and if Sebastian wanted to learn it, he should be able to play it in an hour. When the cue arrived, Hunter began singing.

Hello, hello
Anybody out there? 'Cause I don't hear a sound
Alone, alone
I don't really know where the world is but I miss it now

Sebastian didn't say anything, so Hunter continued.

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough

'Cause my echo, echo
Is the only voice coming back
Shadow, shadow
Is the only friend that I have

"Shit that's amazing." Sebastian breathed out. He knew that song was something as soon as Hunter opened his mouth. Fuck, Hunter really had a voice. "What's its name?"

"Echo by Jason Walker." Hunter replied, shaking his head. "It's a shame that not everyone knows him. Unlike the so-called singers we have nowadays, this guy has talent."

"Well, I'll definitely check him out. Anyway, I've just thought of a song. Let me play it." Hunter moved aside so Sebastian could take his place on the bench. Sebastian's hands started pressing down onto the keys as soon as his fingertips made contact with the keyboard. The intro of the song mainly consisted of arpeggios and the song sounded familiar. Wait a minute, is it... Hunter's realization was confirmed as Sebastian started singing.

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

"Really?" Hunter asked with disbelief lacing his tone. "Out of all the songs you choose to sing this?"

"Just a joke." Sebastian smirked and stopped playing. One of the reasons he played it was cause he knew Hunter wouldn't be a fan. An idea suddenly hit him. "Sing the whole thing and I'll pay you double today."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Sebastian paused. "You're not too scared to do that, eh?" he added for good measure. "It's only a song after all."

A smile slowly formed on Hunter's face. Sure, he was surprised by the fact that Sebastian was singing Whistle and he didn't really like the song, but since the radio kept playing it recently, the song was almost branded onto Hunter's brain. Judging Sebastian's smirk, he thought he had him, but it was probably the opposite-Hunter can't wait to see his face when he was done. Besides Hunter never really minded extra money. "You're on. Now move aside." Sebastian stood up and Hunter regained his original spot on the bench. He began playing the song.

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

I'm betting you like people
And I'm betting you love freak mode
And I'm betting you like girls that give love to girls
And stroke your little ego
I bet you I'm guilty your honor
That's just how we live in my genre
Who in the hell done paved the road wider?
There's only one flo, and one rida
I'm a damn shame
Order more champagne, pull a damn hamstring
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin back around corner
Slow it down baby take a little longer

Sebastian stared at him in disbelief. He was fairly sure that he could win this. But now, not so much. Hunter sounded like he knew the song as if it was the back of his palm and for some reason this slightly turned Sebastian on. Maybe it was the lyrics and the way Hunter sang it. The lyrics were already dirty but Hunter took it to a whole new level. Sebastian would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on. That fucker even sent him a wink as he began singing the next verse.

Go girl you can work it
Let me see you whistle while you work it
I'mma lay it back, don't stop it
'Cause I love it how you drop it, drop it, drop it on me
Now, shawty let that whistle blow, oh, oh oh
Yeah, baby let that whistle blow, oh, oh!

Hunter triumphantly hit the last note and look at Sebastian expectantly. "Well?"

Sebastian put up his hands in mock surrender and pulled out two one hundred notes from his wallet. Hunter smirked and collected them. "You got me this time, but it'll be other way around next week." Sebastian couldn't help but proclaim. He had to admit he really did enjoy Hunter's performance. He probably was the only person who could sing like a dream, aside from Blaine. Or maybe a sex dream, to be more precise. Sebastian wondered for a second how Hunter would sound like if he was talking dirty to him in Sebastian's bed. He shook his head and kicked the thought away. He didn't even think like this when he was after Blaine. He wouldn't let Hunter get to him like this. 'Pull yourself together.' he silently told himself. "Trust me, I will."

Hunter's smirk was still firmly in place. "We'll see about that."