Hello everyone! This is a Hunter x Sebastian fic. I know it's been a while since Glee ended and I'm a bit late to the party, but… I thought, what the heck — let's do this!
I just love these two so much. Even though they didn't get a ton of screen time, they've always been my favorites.
So without further ado, let's jump into the fic — I really hope you enjoy it!
Chat GPT helped me with the title because I'm horrible at finding a good one. Lol.
P.S. English isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes.
WARNING: this work includes violence, sexual assault (non-graphic), nudity and strong language. Please don't read this work if you're triggered by any of these.
T.W for this chapter: strong language, nudity
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His breath was uneven and rapid. He couldn't think straight and he could barely hear the person next to him talking— it was like he was miles away. He was feeling weak in his knees and he couldn't hold himself any longer. But before he collapsed onto the cold, hard ground two hands grabbed him by the shoulders.
He was shaking nonstop. Was it cold? It was October—but not this cold. Someone crying right in his ear. It was so annoying! He wanted to tell that whiny person to shut the fuck up but he couldn't bring himself to talk.
Also, he could hear someone calling his name. It was muffled, distant—but there.
When someone shook him hard, he finally looked up—he didn't even know he was staring at the ground the whole time— His vision was blurry but he could see that person. Was it Hunter? He hated that he recognized him so easily. Even in the dark and even when he couldn't see clearly.
"…to me! Sebastian! Will you say something?!"
Sebastian took a sharp, shaky breath. He could finally hear Hunter. He also could hear that goddamn crying much better now and he was ashamed to realize that it was his own. He was the one crying. And he couldn't stop.
"It's okay… he's out… but we should get the fuck out of here, okay?"
Hunter looked worried. He never looked worried.
"Can you stand?"
Sebastian blinked, more tears running down his cheeks. He knew he looked pathetic but at least his vision wasn't blurry anymore. He slowly nodded, grabbing Hunter's hand to get up. He was still shaking, so he almost had to lean on the other boy to keep himself balanced.
PATHETIC!
"Okay… let's go before he wakes up."
This was not how his night was supposed to go.
*
Three days earlier
The Warblers were all out of breath. It was the fourth time in a row practicing l'm Still Standing, and Hunter still wasn't happy with it.
"Come on, let's go again!"
Sebastian let out a breath and took off his blazer. "Will you just give us, and yourself a minute, Clarington?!"
He threw his blazer on the couch and wiped the sweat from his face.
"We can't afford to lose this one, Smythe."
Hunter spat out.
"We won't. We're the Warblers,"
Sebastian said.
"We will if you keep taking breaks!"
He took a few steps to Sebastian.
"No! You know when we lose? When we use steroids for the performance!"
Sebastian shortened the distance between them.
They both stared at each other, frowning and ready to explode, until Nick stepped between them.
"Okay… I think we're all tired now. How about a five-minute break?"
He didn't want things to get any more tense.
"Whatever…"
Sebastian whispered, still staring at Hunter like he was ready to bite his head off.
"I have a class in ten minutes, I'm going to take a shower."
He said when he turned his gaze from the boy and stormed out of the room.
"Smythe! I want you back here, 1800 hours sharp! You hear me?!"
Hunter shouted.
"Fuck off, Clarington!"
Was the last thing that Sebastian shouted back at him before disappearing into the hallway.
Hunter looked at Nick. "I swear, if he doesn't show up…!"
Nick nodded. "He'll show up. He cares about the Warblers—probably more than anything in his life."
Hunter nodded, still out of breath. He still couldn't wipe that frown off his face.
"What's with you two lately?" Jeff asked. "You've been at each other's throats for a while now.
Not that I'm complaining—it's like watching a good sitcom without commercials."
Hunter shot him a glare, but answered anyway. "He's still mad at me for the whole steroid thing."
"Well, did you apologize to him?"
Nick asked.
"No. Why would I do that? Why would I apologize to anyone for that? I didn't make you take it. You all agreed to it."
Hunter said, still furrowing.
"I didn't!"
Trent pointed out.
"Oh, yeah! Right— I forgot! You're just the one who ratted us out!"
Hunter said with a bitter laugh.
"Hey… you were the one who was doing something illegal."
Trent said in his defense, though his voice faltered when Hunter glared at him.
"If it weren't for the Warblers and the school, you'd be out of my group. So you better watch what you say, Trent."
Trent said nothing, just looked at him in a way that made Hunter almost feel sorry for him.
He shook his head. "I don't wanna waste any more time arguing over this. Let's go again."
"But Sebastian is not here,"
Nick said.
"So? Are you guys not capable of dancing if he's not in the room, or…?"
Hunter asked sarcastically.
"You know what I mean, Hunter. We always practice together. All of us. We promised that after the steroid situation was over."
"Well, I'm the captain now, so… maybe we should change things up a little bit again."
"You just don't want to go to your room. You don't want to face Sebastian."
Jeff said.
"You two really don't like each other."
"Well, we weren't subtle about that, were we, Jeff?"
Hunter said, shaking his head.
"But it's not just about that. Right now I don't care if Smythe wants to kill me or whatever. I just want us to go back out there and show everybody that we're still the best vocal group. With or without drugs."
"Hopefully without."
Trent muttered under his breath.
Hunter gave him a look. "You know, we can dance without you too, Trent!"
He said the boy's name like an insult.
Then he looked down at his watch. "It's been six minutes, guys. Let's go again."
The Warblers got into position, most of them sighing in frustration and exhaustion. But they didn't argue—Hunter was in a mood, more than usual, and no one wanted to push him further.
And besides, they might have their differences with their new leader, but they all agreed on one thing: the Warblers needed to prove themselves again. They had to be perfect. They had to show everyone that the Warblers were fighters—and they're not going anywhere.
So when Hunter started the song again, they danced like they weren't about to pass out any minute now.
*
Feeling much better after his shower, Sebastian walked down the hallway to their room, towel-drying his hair. Why would he ruin his day by thinking about that arrogant jerk? He had better things to do.
Once dressed, he sat at the desk he shared with Hunter to study. He didn't have any classes today—he'd lied to carve out some study time. He was falling behind in mathematics and biology, so he had to study hard. He couldn't afford to fail his test this week.
If he got a B, or even an A-, his dad wouldn't let him dance anymore because he said it was already taking too much of his time. His parents didn't even want him to be a Warbler but he threatened to fail every class if they didn't let him sing and dance. He promised them that he'd be the worst student there. Since they knew he wasn't bluffing, they backed down.
But that meant one thing: he had to ace every single test. That was the only way he could stay with the Warblers and in Dalton Academy.
So he wasn't going to fuck it up just because Hunter was mad that they couldn't use steroids anymore and now they had to practice ten times harder.
Not that Sebastian had any problems with practicing—he loved dancing. But practicing with Hunter? That was a nightmare.
He actually liked Hunter when they first met. He was ambitious, talented, and had no patience for anyone's bullshit, and the fact that he was so goddamn handsome helped too. Sebastian was lying if he said he hadn't thought about how amazing they would be as a couple if Hunter wasn't so boringly straight.
But when he cheated—multiple times— Sebastian lost respect for him. He'd do anything for the Warblers to win their competitions but cheating like that was never an option because he wanted to earn his victory. Besides, he had no interest in getting hooked on drugs. Why would he want that when there's always alcohol?
So yeah, Sebastian wasn't a fan of Hunter Clarington anymore and he couldn't wait for him to leave the Warblers alone. Sebastian still thought that Hunter was a good leader but he didn't trust him anymore.
And he couldn't work with someone he didn't trust.
About an hour later, Hunter entered their room. Sebastian looked up at him for a second before turning his focus back to his book.
"I thought you had a class,"
Hunter said quietly, out of breath.
"And you believed it?"
Sebastian said without looking away from the book.
Hunter shook his head and started to take his shirt off. "You're just fucking unbelievable, Smythe. This is not a joke. We're gonna be up against four other groups in three days, and you're sitting here reading your textbook like it's any other week.
Do you even realize how important this is? This is our only chance to show them that the Warblers are the same. Better even! We have to practice as much—"
"Oh my god, will you ever shut up?"
Sebastian let out a frustrated sigh and looked up at him.
Hunter was completely naked now, digging through his drawer for a towel. Sebastian's breath hitched for a second at the sight. Hunter's skin glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing beautifully as he moved.
Sebastian looked down shamelessly and even though he didn't want to, a smirk appeared on his face.
Hunter was big!
And that reminded him that he hadn't had sex in a while—he had to head to Scandals soon. Preferably when Hunter wasn't around to lecture him about not going to bars before the competition.
Hunter's voice made him look away. "Did you take my blue shirt again?!"
"No! That was one time and it was because I didn't have any clean t-shirts. Don't think too much of yourself, Clarington."
Sebastian said, a little too defensively, and looked back at his book. He felt like he'd been caught.
"This is what happens when you don't have discipline,"
Hunter said as he picked up some things for his shower.
"You end up wearing someone else's shirt, and you're gonna make us lose because you didn't study when you should've."
"Well, that's because you make us practice every chance you get. Not because I don't have discipline."
"Look, I know you don't take things seriously, but this is serious. If you can't understand that then—"
"I do understand it, Hunter."
Sebastian said to him. Now that he wrapped a towel around his waist, it was much easier not to get distracted.
"I care about the Warblers, and I want us to win. But I can't fail any of my classes either."
He paused for a second, looking at Hunter.
"I'll see you downstairs at six."
Sebastian hadn't thought his tone could be this honest when talking to Hunter—not even a little bit sarcastic. He didn't know whether he should be proud or worried that he might be losing his touch.
That seemed to convince Hunter, though. He slowly nodded and walked to the door.
"Not a minute later!"
he called out as he walked out.
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I really hope you enjoy the first chapter of this book, and if you did, I'll be happy to read your comments on it! 3
