A/N: So here it is, chapter 6! I finally got it done! See what happens in the club! Enjoy!
The club was packed with people, as he could see. From what the guys said, it was opened last week but it was already regarded as one of the best entertainment venues around. Sebastian highly doubted the validity of that statement, as there weren't many places to go nearby - this was Lima they were talking about after all. Nevertheless, he couldn't really complain since his choices were pretty limited and he was sick of going to Scandals. He came here with the Warblers - it was originally Trent's idea. He was the first one to learn the news and it didn't take him long to convince everyone to go with him. And now they were scattered across the whole club, each doing something on their own - that was, except for Nick and Jeff, who were grinding against each other on the dancefloor. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the sight of the couple. So much for being 'only friends' and 'not together'.
Sebastian was now seated on a stool, right in front of the bar. His eyes slowly scanned the sight before him and he took a sip of his drink. The bartender was skilled, at least when it came to mixing Tequila Sunrises. Usually he'd go for something lighter at first, before moving on to heavier stuff like Vodka and Brandy. This time he studied the interiors of the club more intently. It was pretty dark but the colourful lights enabled him to see the faces in the dancefloor. Drops of fluorescent paint was splattered across the otherwise black ceiling and walls, glimmering in the dark like stars in the sky, looking strangely artistic. Not bad.
The majority of the people here were dancing. Some were obviously blessed with talent, moving in time and damn near perfectly along to the pulsing beat. There were also the awkward ones, not really sure how to move others so they settled for a rather hilarious combination of waving hands around messily and jumping up and down. Sebastian couldn't help but snicker at the sight. There were also people who decided to observe just like him, sitting in the booths at the corners and checking out other people. Some were holding drinks in hand and chatting happily with their friends. Bored with simply looking at the dancers, Sebastian started scanning those sitting down. Still, maybe tonight he couldn't get laid. He still hadn't found a body worth lying next to in bed. Most faces weren't up to his standards either.
There was another bar across the club and he could see that most of the seats there were already occupied. People were holding their hands up, trying to catch the bartender's eye. There was a guy drowning glass after glass, and Sebastian couldn't help but worry slightly about his well-being. Unless that guy could hold his liquor well, or not he'd probably wouldn't be able to even stand up. That was weird, because that guy looked familiar. The arch of his back was just like Hunter's when he was sitting down playing the piano…
Wait, could it really be...? Sebastian blinked rapidly before his eyes were locked onto that guy's backside again. This time he was sure that his mind wasn't fooling him - it was really Hunter drinking, and he seemed like he had no intention to stop. That was when he noticed the people standing next to Hunter. Satan (you could probably guess who he was referring to) and a guy with Mohawk seemed to be cheering, egging Hunter to continue drinking, while Blaine and Kurt just looked concerned. Sebastian looked around again, and he spotted the Asian couple in New Directions dancing not far away from Nick and Jeff. Frankenstein was dancing with a petite brunette - Rachel something - and judging that giddy grin on his face, he was enjoying every second of it. Well, well, well, things were so much more interesting now. Sebastian grinned and put down his glass. Then he swiftly got off the stool and started making his way over to the opposite bar. Maybe he'd still be able to get lucky tonight after all. He'd got his eyes set on the figure surrounded by the New Directions, still drowning drinks.
Hunter didn't remember much. He only knew that shortly after entering the club, Santana and Puck immediately started ordering 'birthday shots' for him. Since he'd decided to loosen up for once, he'd dived right in after the bartender handed him the first glass. Now his head was spinning, at a rate of ten thousand meters per second and he felt extremely light, as if he was floating on air. Huh, it was probably just the alcohol. Anyway, how many shots had he drowned? Seven? Nine? Or maybe twelve? He couldn't remember, and didn't bother to. By the way, why was it suddenly so hot? Hunter unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Maybe he should have just worn one without a collar. He felt like he was being suffocated.
Electropop music was blasting from the speakers and Hunter couldn't find them anywhere in the club. Maybe they were just hidden. He could feel the bass pounding in his ears, and his heart moving to every beat of the song. The last remaining drops of the shots rolled down the wall of his throat and it felt like it was on fire. Dimly he could hear Blaine speaking. "...Him a break." he was saying. "That… enough for…" Hunter was pretty certain that some of the words were missing, or maybe his ears just decided to block them out. Who was that 'he' that Blaine was talking about? Why should that mysterious person be 'given a break' as Blaine put it? Besides, what was 'enough'? Hunter had no idea, but he couldn't really bring himself to care about it.
He stood up, but his legs seemed to have turned into jelly suddenly and he frowned, wondering what had happened to them. In the end, Kurt reached out to support him by putting a hand on his forearm and helping him up. Hunter flashed Kurt a smile. "Thank you," he tried to say, but the words came out of his mouth slurred. He then turned around and saw all the bodies moving out there on the dancefloor. He grinned, and suddenly the desire to become a part of the movement overtook him. He felt his legs starting to carry him to the destination. A hand squeezed his arm and he looked up, causing him to directly look at Kurt's concerned face. "You okay?" he asked.
Hunter flashed him a grin. "I am." he turned around to gesture at the dancefloor. "And I want to join them. I want to dance!" He said the last sentence loudly, but no one seemed to have noticed this.
Kurt frowned. "Maybe you should sit down for a while. You don't seem..." He had no idea how he should break it down to Hunter. He was obviously drunk, and Kurt was worried that something bad might happen to him if he just wandered to the dancefloor in this state. "Well." he ultimately said.
Hunter simply gave him an even bigger smile. "No I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." He then shrugged off Kurt's hand and began walking again, leaving a bewildered and concerned Kurt behind.
By the time Sebastian made it to the bar, Hunter was already gone and only Blaine and Kurt were left. "Meerkat?" Kurt's eyebrow rose his hairline. "What are you doing here?"
Sebastian fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Should be me asking you this question. Why are you guys here instead of watching Disney movies at home and cuddling?" He smirked, "I've got to say, you two actually have guts to be in a place like this."
"Oh, please." Kurt gave a Sebastian a glare that could freeze Hell. "It's Hunter's birthday and this place just opened recently, so we decided to come here just to see what the fuss is about. Everyone is here. Besides, don't you dare insult Disney movies like that!"
Sebastian scoffed. "What are you, four?" then he remembered something. "It's Hunter's birthday?" His eyes widened. "Why haven't I heard about this? I just saw him drinking here, but where's he now?"
Blaine gave him a confused look. "He didn't tell you today was his birthday? After all the time you've spent together learning how to play the piano? I originally thought you knew so you came here to meet up with him."
"No." now Sebastian felt dumb. He should have asked Hunter in advance and maybe got him a gift. That could have pleased him and earned Sebastian some image points. "I came here with the Warblers. Trent suggested this place."
"Oh." Blaine's eyes widened in understanding but then he sighed. "I've no idea where Hunter's gone. Santana ordered a bunch of shots for him and he just drank them all without thinking. To be honest that was really unlike him, but anyway, he's definitely not somber now."
"He said he wanted to dance." Kurt piped up and Sebastian could see his eyes scanning the dancefloor. "I can't see where he is now though. God knows what will happen to him, especially when there's so much alcohol in his system right now!"
"I'll go look for him." Sebastian volunteered. The way Kurt spoke made him also rather worried about Hunter. "We'll come with you." Kurt said and Blaine nodded. "Let's go." The three of them then left the bar and started walking towards the dancefloor.
"I think he went that way." Kurt pointed to the right and they turned to that direction. The song that the speakers were just playing ended and a new one came on. Soon Britney Spears's artificial sweetener-like voice* filled Sebastian's eardrums and he grimaced. He'd never really liked her and her voice in his opinion was really annoying. Suddenly he heard loud whoops and cheers behind him and he turned around to see what was going on. He wasn't lucky though as there were a bunch of people standing right in front of him, still cheering and clapping, thus obscuring the view. Kurt and Blaine also noticed and they looked at Sebastian. "Go there?" Kurt shouted over the music and they nodded. They then started pushing their way through the crowd and after a while, they finally made it to the front and see what made people so excited. They looked, and immediately realized why.
Hunter was dancing on a small platform with his eyes closed, so he probably didn't know that he'd attracted an audience. He was moving exactly in time with the beat and Sebastian couldn't imagine what kind of dancer Hunter would be when he wasn't drunk - he'd probably knock everyone out with his steps. He was giving Jeff a run for his money, and Sebastian had often thought Jeff was good. Sebastian's throat went dry as Hunter ground his hips and did another spin. The way he was dancing should be illegal - no one should be allowed to move so sensually. Hunter's moves were giving him various ideas and he couldn't help but wonder if he could 'dance' just as well in the bedroom.
Soon the song ended and Hunter stopped dancing. He slowly opened his eyes, bowed to the audience and jumped down from the platform while the cheers and applause were loud as ever. Hunter saw Sebastian, Kurt and Blaine standing nearby, watching him and he smiled and waved at them. They quickly walked up to him.
"Hunter." Kurt's voice was filled with awe, surprising Sebastian. He didn't even know Kurt was capable to respecting someone. "Why hadn't you told us you could dance?"
Blaine nodded eagerly. "You were just like a professional up there! Man, we should tell Mr Schue to give you a dance solo someday." He clapped his hands. "That was just awesome!"
"Thanks." Hunter's words were still slurred. Oh well, the alcohol was still there. "I wasn't exactly thinking. You know, just movin' or something." He laughed, as if he just made a joke. THat was when he noticed Sebastian's presence. "Sebastian! You're here too!"
"What?" Who just called him? Sebastian was snapped out of his reverie and he looked up, meeting Hunter's smile and he felt his heart skipped a beat. Hunter looked relaxed, which was something Sebastian regarded as impossible. He also looked younger and more carefree, instead of the solemn military general that he often was and it was pretty hot. Wait, what? Sebastian blinked and put on a forced smile. "Oh, yes. I saw you dancing up there, killer." He added a smirk for good measure. "You were great, but you still have room for improvement." Kurt rolled his eyes at this statement but Sebastian didn't notice that.
Hunter's smile got even brighter. "Oh, thank you!" His vision was a bit blurred, but he still noticed that Sebastian's eyes were bright like emeralds and they were really pretty. Well, his eyes had always been pretty, so were his legs, and his hair, and… Strange, why hadn't he noticed that before? "I…" before he could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly felt heavy, and then the world went black around him.
A/N: *The song I had in my head was (Drop Dead) Beautiful by Britney Spears. Check it out! Sorry if the ending seems a bit rushed - I had very little time to write.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and leave me a review to tell me what you think about this story so far!