A/N: Okay, I know it's been like five years since I last updated this fic, and I'm sososo sorry for that. I've just had a lot going on personally right now and I haven't been able to find the time to write.

But, here it is! I feel like there's quite a few places in this where I kinda detour from anything that's actually important to the fic and I know my writing style quivers and bumps towards the end, and again, I'm sorry because I know I haven't been as focused as I should have been.

This chapter isn't as long as I originally planned but now I just kinda want to update just for the sake of it. So, enjoy!

The club seemed to be going for the running theme of purple on the inside too; the walls were a dark purple with small, circular white lights set into them, the floor was an even darker purple, and the strobe lights were also flashing a mixture of white and purple.

Sebastian had only been in the club for about fifteen minutes but he was already bored out of his mind. He was sat belligerently on a cushioned bar stool, clutching a cold glass of beer, not taking any notice of the condensation and overflowing foam dripping slowly onto his hand.

He started suddenly when one of the several couples intent on having dry sex against any object they could find began leaning against him. He slid off his stool, ensuring to huff loudly just as he brushed past the couple. He sat back down a few seats away, still at the bar. He downed the last of the dregs of the beer in his glass and slammed it down haughtily, as if trying to make a statement.

He shifted in his seat and looked over his shoulder, scanning the room for an eligible man to have a casual fuck with. However, his eyes settled on the same person eyes time they flickered to each side of the room, on the man in the centre of the floor.

Hunter.

Sebastian filled his cheeks with air before releasing the breath heavily. He hadn't ever felt the way he felt about Hunter before. Felt was probably the wrong word; Sebastian didn't really have feelings of the romantic sort.

Of course, he had been attracted to people before, and most of the time, had been able to do something about it, but in the case of Hunter, it was different. It felt like a bad kind of different, although Sebastian wasn't sure. He was physically attracted to Hunter, but there was more. He couldn't explain it. For some reason, which Sebastian couldn't begin to fathom, his stomach would flip when Hunter's thigh pressed against his at breakfast, or when his breath tickled his face because Hunter was so close to him, or even when Hunter flashed a rare smile his way during Warbler practice.

Mindlessly, Sebastian called the barmaid, who was still staring dreamily at him, so he could order himself another beer. She slid it across to him, but when he dug around in his pocket for his wallet, she winked at him slyly, before smirking, "It's on the house, honey."

He rolled his eyes as he took a sip, carelessly scrumpling the small note that had been underneath his glass with the barmaid's phone number scribbled on it. He turned swiftly on his stool to face the dance floor, barely taking notice of the people on it, apart from the Hunter who was in the middle of the floor who was grinding up against several others.

Sebastian couldn't help but look at him, as if his eyes were somehow drawn towards him. He watched, raking his eyes over Hunter's body, taking a little extra time when he reached his tightly clothed legs, or moreover, what was just above them. His jeans may as well have not existed, because they were so thin and scandalously tight. When Hunter danced the muscles in his toned thighs rippled, and his ass was so deliciously round that Sebastian couldn't begin to describe the things it did to him.

His eyes lingered over his chest when Hunter turned, his shirt almost glistening in the purple strobe lights. Sebastian picked up his glass and finished the remains of his beer, huffily facing the bar again, trying to ignore the barmaid who was still lusting after him with large blue eyes.

He drummed his fingers on the bar, and as he did so, David shuffled not so gracefully onto the stool next to Sebastian. He instantly ordered a whisky, to which Sebastian chuckled silently. Even when he was drunk David managed to have the personality of an eighty year old ex-sailor.

"How're you doing?" David slurred, downing his glass in one.

"Considering I'm not fucking a random against the outside wall yet, not too well," Sebastian glared as he wrapped his fingers around his glass, staring onward blankly. His eyes fixed on one of the several posters on the wall behind the bar, of a woman in barely any clothing and in a compromising position, holding a glass of alcohol in her hand, which they apparently supplied at the bar.

"Oh," David swallowed, not knowing what to say next. However, the alcohol coursing through his veins seemed to take over, as he ploughed on drunkenly. "You know, you might want to tone it down a little, you two. People are starting to get suspicious," he giggled, pressing his face close to Sebastian's and almost hissing the last word.

"Who are you talking about?" Sebastian asked flatly, knowing full well who David meant.

"Hunter, obviously. Mr. Clarington. Hunty-Hunt, Huntington, Hu-"

"Okay! You can stop there," Sebastian spat viciously. "And, tone what down? We aren't doing anything," he lied, hoping David's drunken state would mean he wouldn't notice him fiddling nervously with his sleeve.

"Oh, okay, and Nick and Jeff aren't either," David laughed skeptically, "At least, if you aren't messing about, you like him," he whispered, as if it was something dirty and unspeakable.

Sebastian let out a puff of air, the slight breeze touching his face. "I don't like him, he talks too much and his jaw is too wide," he murmured, searching his brain for something he didn't like about Hunter. The jaw thing wasn't even true, Sebastian thought it added something to his appearance.

"You aren't fooling anyone," David grinned, "We all saw how you were this morning, and everyone thinks you're going after Hunter, but I know, Sebastian, I know," he growled, trying to appear sinister, but the stench of alcohol on his breath took away the effect. That, and the fact that he almost toppled off his stool every few seconds.

"Even if we are 'messing about'," Sebastian used his fingers to show inverted commas, "Why are you talking to me about it? I'm notorious for going after other guys, and that's all the others think it is."

"Because," the boy pushed his face closer to the others', "It's more than that, isn't it? It's more than you and him just fucking about; don't think I didn't see you make a grab for his hand earlier when we were walking to this place," he pointed randomly into the air, as if he thought Sebastian needed telling which place he was talking about.

"What? How did you see that? You were in front of us!" Sebastian exclaimed as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "And, I didn't even reach for his hand, we just brushed next to each other." He felt his entire face redden, only now realising his mistake. He hadn't denied going to take Hunter's hand immediately, which he would have done if, it had in fact, just been a mistake, if they had just brushed past each other.

But that wasn't it. He had felt the urge to take Hunter's hand to show everybody that he was his, and that he was Hunter's. He wanted people to see that he was proud of Hunter, proud that Hunter chose to spend time with him, and that he chose to sneak around the school with him and share passionate kisses with him in his dorm.

Sebastian's eyes widened as he came to the realisation. He liked Hunter, in a way that was more than just a physical attraction.

Shit.

"If you say so," David smirked, suddenly jumping from his stool, swaying where he stood, and then marching away into the throng of people on the dance floor.

Sebastian instantly ordered another beer, this time planning to make it last a little longer. He shook his head absently, and pressed his eyes with his fingertips.

The barmaid was now moving over to him, biting her lip gently. "Need some... comforting? You look pretty bummed out," she asked, pushing her assets towards him not so discreetly.

He rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, "No, thank you. And I'm not on your team, so you can give up now," he informed her, smiling sarcastically.

The woman grinned, her eyes still roaming his body freely, "I'm sure I can change that," she smirked, raising one eyebrow as a proposition.

"Ugh," Sebastian hopped off of his stool and headed for the bathroom with the hope that he could splash some cold water onto his face and shake himself out of this headset. However, before he could reach the sleek black door that led to the bathroom, Hunter shoved in front of him, a large grin on his face and a girl held tightly to his side.

"Hi, Seb," Hunter drawled, his eyes almost glistening. "This is Mikaela, why don't you say hi?" He motioned to the girl standing next to him, her slender arm wrapped around his waist, her fingers tugging a little where his shirt was tucked into his jeans. She was strikingly beautiful; she had wavy, glossy, brown hair that hung loosely around her shoulders, although it was obvious how much prepping had gone into it beforehand. Her pale skin looked almost white under the flashing strobe lights, and her shockingly green eyes looked Sebastian up and down appreciatively.

"Hi." She spoke cheerfully, with a strong Australian accent, and as the three were shoved closer together by the surrounding dancing people, the smell of alcohol and breath mints was almost overwhelming.

"I can see why he likes you," Sebastian smirked, taking in her appearance; a pastel, dark blue dress which clung tightly to her lithe frame, the straps encrusted with silver-blue gems, and the neckline showing an ample amount of cleavage. Her feet were clad with simple, navy peep toe heels that added several inches to her height, and silver hoops hung in her ears, being the only decoration.

Mikaela frowned, clearly insulted, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Hunter's chest deflated visibly, his eyes boring into Sebastian's. "It just means that Hunter is always one to go for the... eager type. And the extremely attractive type, if I say so myself," he grinned slyly, watching as Hunter's eyes widened.

Luckily, the girl didn't notice his comment, instead choosing to preen at the latter compliment. Hunter continued to glare right at Sebastian, who was still smirking, whilst Mikaela murmured something in his ear. He was obviously ignoring her, although she didn't seem to notice, her left hand slithering over to his belt buckle and playing with it teasingly. When he didn't react, she looked taken aback, a determined expression appearing on her face although it was mixed with minor annoyance.

She walked her fingers slowly up to his chest and tugged on the neckline of his moss green top, which was pulling nicely over his chest, accentuating his muscles. Hunter abruptly noticed what she was doing and his head snapped to face her. She pressed her lips to his neck, sucking with a little too much force.

Sebastian was still watching silently. He felt fire build at the pit of his stomach, which was quickly clawing its way up his throat. The back of his eyes began to sting, and all too suddenly he realised that he was fighting back tears. He clenched his hands, digging his nails into his palms, and turn swiftly, stumbling through the crowd. He felt like he was suffocating, even though everyone else around him was fine. Blindly, he pushed his way towards the back of the club and out of the back exit, the fresh air feeling like some kind of release.

The tears were splashing down his face the same second the rain began pouring down on him. He hadn't even noticed the rain start when he was inside the club. The fiery feeling was still swirling in his throat and in his stomach, snagging on his organs. This was rage, and jealousy, and bitterness, and fright, and upset, all in one huge monster inside him, and he had no control over it.

Seeing Hunter with another person had created these feelings, and he felt like he was going to vomit. It terrified him; that emotions like this even existed, and further, that he was feeling them. He had never felt like this, not even over Blaine. He had thrilled with the chase, but he hadn't felt any of this. More tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the rain and becoming almost invisible, as if they weren't there, but the sobs from Sebastian's mouth were telling a different story.

This couldn't be normal; these feelings were so alien to him. His entire body heaved with each sob, yet somehow, that wasn't enough, the emotions still weren't coming out. He turned to face to club again, the rain becoming heavier by the second, almost plastering his hair to his forehead. He slammed his hand into the wall, made of some smooth, glistening rock he couldn't quite place right now, but it made the rain almost slide off of it.

He hit the wall again, pounding with his fist, screaming, although exactly what he was screaming wasn't intelligible. He felt so vulnerable and raw, and the very thought of being in that position went against all of Sebastian's instincts. Feelings and emotions like this shouldn't be possible, he told himself, cursing under his breath. This was never supposed to happen. Him and Hunter were meant to be a casual hook-up every now and again, he wasn't supposed to feel things, especially when he had never felt a fifth of what he felt for Hunter for anyone else.

He slumped his back against the wall, holding his head heavily in his hands. He slowly slid down the wall, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He barely knew why he was crying anymore, he only knew that he was feeling things, things that ought to stop. He brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly, dropping his head into the small space between his arms and chest.

He, Sebastian Smythe, was sat all alone on a Friday night, outside a nightclub in the freezing rain, sobbing his eyes out because of a guy.

"Pathetic," he spat.

"What is?"

The voice came from the doorway, although Sebastian hadn't noticed the music from inside the club become louder when it had opened. He looked up instantly, his heart sinking immediately. Leaning against the wall above him, arms folded neatly across his chest, was Hunter.

However, his heart sank just enough to start being licked at by the flame of emotions in his stomach. As if they were daring him to speak his mind.

Obviously, Sebastian spoke his mind most of the time, but not when it was like this. He didn't even know if he had the words to explain what he was feeling.

He took a slow breath to study himself. "I am. For some fucking stupid reason, when I see you, I feel... I feel things, and I hate it. I hate that when you're around I can't help but look at you, no matter how hard I try not to. I don't understand it, and I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, and I hate you!" Sebastian cried, scrambling to his feet and pointing an accusing finger angrily.

Seeing the shocked look on Hunter's face, he was pulled right back to reality. Sebastian was supposed to be cool, calm, sly and collected- he wasn't this guy.

His heart hammered in his chest as he pushed past Hunter and dove back into the club. He headed straight for the bathroom in hopes of cleaning himself up. The sleek, glossy, black door swung out when another guy left the bathroom, and Sebastian slid in.

Immediately he went to the sink and blasted the tap on. The boy splashed his face, the coldness coming as a welcome refreshment. He wiped his mouth and eyes, his body still shuddering occasionally from the unnerving throw of having cried so violently.

He gripped the sides of the sink basin to steady himself, and now he no longer had blurred vision, the artificial light was glaring into his eyes.

He looked up at the mirror and was slightly taken aback by his appearance. His cheeks were red and blotchy, and his eyes were puffy and a little bloodshot. His hair had been flattened by the rain and rain droplets were clinging to his skin. His clothes were damp and they seemed to have tightened, which, considering how tight they already had been, was not a good thing.

He was uncomfortable, not only in his clothes, but within himself. Sebastian never let his walls down, and he definitely didn't cry, let alone in front of people.

In front of Hunter.

He tried not to let it get to him, the way his chest had irrevocably panged when Hunter appeared in the doorway, or the way it bothered him because Hunter had seemingly not cared about Sebastian's upset state.

But it did get to him and it made Sebastian feel as if he was going to vomit. Why did he care so much? Hunter was only supposed to be a fuck buddy, nothing more.

He knew the answer, deep down. He just wasn't ready to admit it to himself yet.

He steadied his breathing, his inner monologue telling him to pull himself the fuck together. He walked over to the hand dryer and yanked his shirt over his head. He wrung it out, not caring about the water splattering onto the floor, and put it under the dryer.

His chest was still damp, but a dry shirt would be better than nothing. He pulled it on again, the warmth from the dryer more than welcome.

He looked around the room and his stomach churned in disgust when he realised Hunter and that girl, Mikaela, had probably had sex in there earlier. Or at least a sloppy, drunk blow job- Hunter's sexuality was still uncertain, at least to Sebastian.

Sebastian went to pull the door open so he could drink away his emotions for the rest of the night, but before he could reach the handle, a furious looking Hunter stormed in.

Sebastian's immediate reaction was to cross his arms coldly over his chest to give the appearance of collectivity.

"What do you want?" he snapped, determined to not be so sensitive and weak in front of Hunter again.

"I want to know what the hell that was!" Hunter exclaimed, motioning towards the door.

"That was nothing, I've had too much alcohol and it's gone to my head," Sebastian lied, attempting to push past Hunter.

"That was nothing, I've had too much alcohol and it's gone to my head," Sebastian lied, attempting to push past Hunter, who immediately blocked him from the door with his arm.

"You've only had beer, so don't feed me that bullshit. You can't just yell at me that you hate me, and then storm off!" he cried, keeping his hand firmly on the door in case Sebastian tried to make a break for it again. "What's wrong?" His voice softened a little, although it didn't really comfort Sebastian because he got the feeling he was looking for a specific answer.

"Why should I tell you? You've spent most of tonight making out with a girl, and don't think I didn't see you two dancing so close to each other that you may as well have been the same person," Sebastian sneered, intentionally diverting the subject.

Hunter furrowed his brow, "Are you... jealous?" he asked, his arm dropping a little.

"No," Sebastian said all to quickly.

"Yes you are!"

An awkward silence followed, where neither of them really knew what to say next. Hunter wanted to ask why Sebastian was jealous, a question he wouldn't answer if asked, and Sebastian just wanted to leave.

"I just... I guess I've been enjoying myself a little too much with this whole fuck buddy thing," Sebastian admitted, looking anywhere but at the man facing him settling for a particular tile on the ceiling.

He did, however, see Hunter's chest fall slightly from letting out a sigh of... disappointment..? "What was that?" he asked sharply, now focusing his eyes right on Hunter's, happy to throw the attention off of how he felt.

"What was what?" Hunter frowned, puzzled.

"Why did you just sigh?" Sebastian yelled, pointing a finger accusingly.

"I didn't-"

"Yes you did!"

"What does it matter if I sighed or not?"

"Because it means something! Why did you sigh?" Sebastian pushed.

"It just hurts when you call me your fuck buddy, that's all! Happy, now?" Hunter blurted, glaring, his chest huffing out considerably, leaning against the sleek, black sink.

Despite the circumstances, Sebastian allowed himself a smug smile. It was instantly shot off his face with a disbelieving look from Hunter, who was chewing his bottom lip nervously because of his confession.

"You think that's fucking funny? Ugh," Hunter exclaimed, almost resignedly, "I should have known, guys like you are all the same." He instantly regretted saying it, dropping his head into his hands ashamedly. Any sign of smugness or achievement melted off of Sebastian's face immediately, his expression becoming cold.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked pointedly, but before Hunter could rush out an apology, he carried on. "Actually, I know what it means. It means you think I'm not wasting your time on, because I'm a slutty whore who can't ever feel anything for anyone," he spat, his eyes almost frozen over with a glare. Hunter had never seen him like that; his chest heaving, his hands almost shaking, his knuckles white from refraining launching his clenched hand into Hunter's face.

There was a moment of hot, pulsating tension between them, neither wanting to be the one to say anything. A few more seconds passed, both of them staring into each other's eyes, daring the other to speak. Instead, Sebastian turned on his heels, almost crashing through the bathroom door and slamming it shut.

Hunter slumped against the wall and slid down it so he was sitting, bunched up on the floor.

Now things were really messed up.

There you go! I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review because it really does help. And, as always, thank you so much to everyone who's favourited/reviewed/followed this story, another, or me. Hopefully the next chapter will be up a hell of a lot quicker than this one was, so stay tuned!