clarington-the-hunt:

Hunter shook his head with a crooked grin. “Well it seems like that little public school robbed you of your fighting spirit. You certainly aren’t behaving like I expected. Except for that right hook. I must say that was very sexy,” Hunter grinned. “That is the Blaine that I heard about. The man who led the Warblers vocally about two years ago, almost making it to nationals.” He cocked his head to the side. “You still have brothers here from that time.” He turned to point to them. “I believe you know Nick, Jeff, Trent and Thad.” He smiled at his brother as they all greeted Blaine with smiles and nods of their heads. “As I said, all of us, no matter our economic backgrounds have a chance of getting full scholarships to college if we win. Some need it more than others.” He let it stick, reminding Blaine that Trent was one of the boys was attending Dalton on a scholarship. “We’ll leave you to your thoughts then, brother,” he nodded at Blaine, not wanting to push him further. “Come on gentleman, Sectionals are coming up and we need to bring our A-Game if we are going to destroy Vocal Adrenaline and the Who-sits.” He gave Blaine yet another wink and turned around in a style that was seen on a soldier. He moved with precision and a manly grace as he walked through the crowd and stood in the center. “Sebastian please show our brother to the door so that he may take whatever time he needs to think things over.”

Sebastian nodded, loving the authoritative way that Hunter spoke. It made him want to send all the boys away and do things with his leader. He quickly shook his head and placed an arm over Blaine’s shoulders. Though they didn’t see each other much Sebastian considered Blaine of his his best friends. “Come on, Buddy,” he spoke as he led Blaine out of the Senior common rooms so that the boys could begin to practice. “That was quite a punch you gave Hunter,” he smirked as he patted Blaine’s back. “I must admit more than a few of us longed to do what you did,” He smiled and dropped his arm from Blaine’s shoulder and took a hold of his hand. It wasn’t meant in a sexual way, he just enjoyed walking hand in hand with Blaine. It gave him comfort knowing that Blaine still cared for him, especially after he mistakenly hurt him last year with the rock salt slushie. “He means well though, even if he comes out arogant. He really is trying to perfect us and he has plans to get us all scholarships to any University of our choice. All of us. We just need you to add to our already strong team.” He stopped when he reached the entrance and placed a kiss on Blaine’s cheek. “Please think about it, Killer.” He winked in a playful manner. “I’ve been meaning to get you back hear. I still think you are sex on a stick who sings like a dream.” 

What?  Blaine glared at the comment on how his ‘fighting spirit’ must’ve been robbed by McKinley.  Hunter didn’t know him from Adam, other than what was said to him by the other Warblers in the room that knew Blaine better than he ever would.  He’d laid out his heart and soul to a few during late night conversations shared in dormitory hallways or through song.  It was those boys that caught his eye when Hunter pointed. A deep building guilt planted a seed in his belly already and now it was just getting bigger.  Trent’s and his eyes met.  Blaine had to look away.  “You don’t need to remind me,” he spoke calmly looking directly back at Hunter and purposefully avoiding eye contact with the others.  “I know what some of them need.  I said give me a chance to think on it.  You can’t expect me to,” he stopped abruptly.  Cut off by Hunter gathering the Warblers together after shooting him a smarmy ass smirk of a wink that Blaine rolled his eyes at.  The way Hunter turned around made the former Warbler wonder if he was right in the head. Dalton wasn’t the Army but this guy apparently didn’t seem to get the memo. It made him cringe internally to see everyone else fall in line behind him.  Taking a wary look at each one, Blaine couldn’t stop his heart dropping in his chest seeing how they looked now when he remembered his Warblers so differently. When they fell in synch with a natural bond that tied them together in true brotherhood, not by chains of whatever version it became under Hunter’s watch.

Sebastian jerked him out of his thoughts by slinging an arm around his shoulders.  A stunned expression dropped his mouth open as he looked up at the taller boy.  “Yeah..  Coming.”  One final look around Sebastian’s arm to the room behind and they were gone.  Outside in the hall, caramel eyes were drawn between him and Sebastian as their fingers were laced together.  Blaine gave Sebastian’s hand a squeeze and brushed his thumb over the side of his hand.  “Trust me.  I didn’t do it on purpose but I don’t feel too much guilt either.  What in the hell was that, Seb?  Means well?  Are you sure about that,” questions kept coming now that they were alone.  Sebastian’s hand received another gentle squeeze when he kissed Blaine’s cheek.  “I’ll think on it.  That’s all I can promise.”  Long lashes dropped to veil a set of eyes that scrunched together due to an embarrassed smile he aimed to the side. Sex on a stick who sings like a dream.  Leave it to Sebastian to curb his mood the way he was best at.  Not that Blaine minded. He was grateful for the break from the tension he knew would come back soon enough.  Thumbing over his shoulder to keep the mood ‘light’ Blaine rolled his lips together, blinking inquisitively. “Hey?  Are you going to let me use your phone?  Or drive me back to my car?  Your brothers didn’t really let me drive and my phone is in my bag on the floor of the locker room at McKinley,” he lightly elbowed him trying to smile.  He almost made it.  There was a hope Sebastian would pick the second option.  They needed to talk.  If not talk?  Catch up.  Blaine wasn’t ready to go home and stew over yet one more thing added to the already too damn long list of things to he already had.