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hunter.

Hunter was just about ready to collapse. He had no idea how Blaine would retaliate after he pushed him. All he knew was that he COULDN’T back down now. From a young age, he had a moral code of being all in or all out, && if he was being kicked out, well then he’d leave with a bang. It was decided the moment he lost his temper. This argument was going to be to be fought with fists, mostly because he didn’t have nearly enough emotional strength to talk it out. Hearing Blaine try to defend himself was pure agony for the newly ex captain. Irritatingly enough, the way he denied it all wasn’t even the worst part. The thing that tore Hunter to pieces was that he wanted to believe it. He wanted so badly to trust in his new friend, but trust wasn’t something he was use to giving out — especially if he had a reason to withhold it. Experiencing pain && suffering left you one of two ways. Stronger, or colder. It was clear in the two of them, who picked which route. The least Hunter could do to excuse his behavior was to trust that he had good reason to be angry. When in reality, he just thought he did. That was one he’d pay for down the line. Now he was in too deep to make up && move on. They wanted a terrible leader? A raging tyrant with no respect for anyone? Fine. That was exactly what they would get. Damn it, why did Blaine have to make that state of mind so hard to stomach? He really was making him WEAK.

More than anything he wanted to shout back that no, he didn’t care. He couldn’t give a rats ass about them if he wanted to. Only he couldn’t, because over time Hunter came to realize those were just dirty little lies. && Something about looking into those focused, caring eyes made it SO damn hard to lie! Watching Blaine stumble caused an instant reaction, his body nearly reaching out for him to take back what he had done. As usual, it was too late. The fury was so clear in his eyes, but Blaine still managed to find serenity in his tone. How the HELL did he do it? If the situation were different, Hunter would be seeking guidance from a voice of reason so controlled. That was something he was heavily LACKING at this point in his life. Instead of speaking up && just shouting I DO, the taller male swallowed the lump in his throat. The nerves that pushed him to such extremes were falling apart before his eyes, && without considering the outcome he moved forward again. There was bound to be a shield to his attack, but this time he wasn’t coming forward with fists. Instead, he took hold of Blaine’s wrists ( clearly not as rough as he could of been ). The tug was just enough to bring them closer together. Heavy breaths fell from Hunter’s trembling lips as he examined the face only inches from his own. The moment was fleeting, because he quickly leaned in for a desperate kiss. It was unlike any other instinct he’d felt before. Having been no stranger to lust, or violence, the turn of events shouldn’t of shocked him as much as it did. It was barely three seconds before he realized the mistake of it all. His weakness was showing again. It wasn’t that he was falling victim to lust through hatred, but instead through an extremely opposite feeling. Not yet love, but nothing close to hate. It was simply, new. “Fuck—” was the only word he could get out as he drew back, trying to make the first step before getting pushed away. Always better to leave than to be rejected, right? With that thought in mind he continued backing away, prepared to leave before things got any WORSE.

Blaine felt his insides twist and cringe when Hunter came forward again.  Pleading eyes from a boy who was so desperate to have his friend believe that he would never purposefully hurt him the way Hunter thought he had turned wary and hesitant.  Pupils swallowed up most of their hazel shades as he readied himself for whatever was to come.  He didn’t want this to turn into a fight.  Not a single part of him wanted to hurt Hunter.  Not in the way he was being blamed for and most certainly not physically.  A dozen ways to put Hunter down and restrain him til he calmed himself flew through Blaine’s mind as every step Hunter took brought him closer.  Heels steadied themselves against the floor, muscles tensed and readied for the inevitable battle for control that Blaine trained to win just as much as Hunter had in his military school.  This would be a moment where what happened between them would define how they left this room.  And Blaine was determined that no matter what shape it was?  Bruises wouldn’t be involved. “Please,” he heard himself whisper out in a voice that sounded beyond breathless and so much smaller than he wanted.  Don’t do this was cut short when his wrists were grabbed.  Lips parted and–.

Everything that he was prepared for came crashing down in flames as a mouth collided with his. The world never went black for Blaine.  Who stood there wide eyed through the whole thing, arms going slack from the vice grip Hunter hands wrapped around his wrists.  Seconds went by and Blaine only just caught up to this happening and it was over.  His mouth tingled.  Hunter’s taste lingered on his lips and spread over his tongue.  Did he really kiss him back without realizing it?  Or was he so caught off guard that he stood there frozen?  How could he not remember when it happened just now?  Hunter was allowed to move freely.  No burdens put on his retreat from a body that couldn’t move an inch.  Shock was written all over the Warbler’s face.  “Why did you do that,” he listened to himself feeling as if it was a voice he heard that didn’t belong to him.  “Why did you–Hunter?”  His left hand moved to cover his right wrist where a dull ache began to throb now that confusion was coaxing the adrenaline caused by their argument and the abrupt explosion caused by it to wear off.  Hunter made it perfectly clear from day one that he had no interest in guys.  Their friendship ran deep but not once did they cross a line that would give Blaine a reason to wonder otherwise.  Why this?  Why now?  Why did he want to step forward and make sure Hunter was okay?  The last question was easy.  Because he cared. The other two questions were in an unending scream inside his skull.  Seeing how shocked or as it terrified Hunter looked?  The kiss was an accident. An alternative to a punch that Blaine was certain up until their lips met was heading right at him.  So far?  Blaine wasn’t sure which one he preferred considering what might happen when Hunter had time to let it sink in what he just did.

hunter.

Hunter was for the first time in what felt like forever, unprepared for betrayal. For once he hadn’t seen it coming. So the pain was overwhelming. He wasn’t just angry, he was devastated. Not only was Blaine becoming his friend, but he was basically the only person he’d befriended in years. Which was especially strange seeing as he couldn’t imagine the other ever understanding him. The impossible is always just that much more tempting to achieve. This backstabbing changed everything. It would teach him never to trust another so called friend. Then again he’d said those words before. He once believed he’d never put faith in anyone. Blaine really was an expert at breaking people. A skill far crueler than simple villainy.

The rise && fall of his chest mirrored Blaine’s. It was clear that his acting out was not acceptable to the other Warbler. Or new captain as he fought so hard to become. The anger Hunter expelled was not being taken lightly. Seeing the fire he felt reflect in Blaine’s eyes only made him more sure of his wrong doing. Hunter grit his teeth in frustration when his wrists were captured. With a few unsuccessful tugs it became known that Blaine had a lot of secret strength. Something almost admirable, if he wasn’t so furious with him. “You’re taking them! You’re ruining everything.” The words were shallow under his breath as he moved in close, hovering in the most intimidating way possible without access to his fists. “You should know that this team is all that I have! I’m sure you’re rather observant! How could you let me TRUST that you were my friend if you were plotting against me this whole time? At least when I hurt people, it’s crystal clear what I’ve done. Not jaded && sneaky like your little plan. Think you’ve won? Think you have the world if you knock me down? Then do it. Take away everything, just so you can parade around as a savior. We both know that’s what they all want. I knew it was too good to be true.” His final words faded to a whisper as he felt tears stinging his eyes. He held himself tall through it, knowing much better than to break in front of the enemy. With whatever strength he could muster he shoved, in hopes of getting his wrists freed && receiving whatever was coming to him.

Blaine’s hold on Hunter’s wrists only strengthened when the other boy began to go off on him again.  Letting go would be a huge mistake.  One that might end up with a swing in his direction judging by the outburst and the way it was escalating.  If that were to happen?  Blaine wasn’t sure what he would or could do to stop it.  And it was a mess he didn’t want to be faced with. “I’m not trying to take anything away from you, Hunter!”  Without realizing it–Blaine was beginning to shout back.  Yes.  Shout.  The normal patient tone of his voice was hardening the more defensive be became.  “If you think that’s happening, it isn’t because of me manipulating them.  I told you I wouldn’t do something like that!”  Hunter towering over him didn’t seem to frighten or even intimidate Blaine. There was an underlying confidence in the smaller Warbler that said he wasn’t going to allow himself to cower over a height difference.  Not in this situation where Hunter was rapidly spiraling out of control. He had other means of defending himself that didn’t rely on posture or standing over someone. Further proved by the unwavering grip he kept on Hunter rendering him the one in control of the other if it came to him needing to be.

“They’re free to think on their own, you know?  Have you bothered to ask them what they want? Have you?!  I’m doing nothing but listening to them, Hunter.  And being their friend like I always was.  That’s it.  I haven’t plotted against you. Honestly?  Is that the person you think I am?” With the second shove–Blaine stumbled back one step and caught his footing on the second but he let Hunter’s wrists go and put his in the air in front of his shoulders, palms facing Hunter and elbows pointed towards the floor.  Turning their argument into an outright fist fight was the last thing he wanted.  But he wouldn’t tuck his chin down, wouldn’t look away or break their eye contact.  Not until Hunter calmed down.  Speaking of which–Blaine’s nostrils flared but a sigh parted his thinly pressed together lips.  Dropping his voice into a forced calm that belied his pounding heart–Blaine made a final attempt to bring things down a notch.  “I thought you knew me better and trusted me more than that.”

hunter.

Hunter wasn’t very good with people. Anyone who got in a ten foot radius of him would know that. His actions && behavior was that of an animal. He wanted to be king so badly, he became more lion than man. His goals were set, his mind made up, the only thing in the world that mattered was himself. Maybe one day reality would come back to him && he’d learn how to be like everybody else, how to treat everybody else. Unfortunately that day wasn’t anywhere in sight. The first order of business was apparently Blaine’s life. He wanted to make sure Hunter didn’t meddle, and luckily for him, he didn’t want to. He couldn’t be bothered with idle things such as Blaine’s old friends in the New Directions. He had a team to focus on right here. Next order of business, the real reason Hunter bothered himself with their little coffee run. Even though now he had an even stronger distaste for the male, && the idea of coffee with him seemed excruciating. There was a fine line between agreement, && overstepping. This was the latter. All he had to do was say yes and move on. Seemed the on again off again Warbler wasn’t as guilt free from drama as he seemed. It would be far to easy to fall into old habits. To start a fight, and likely win. With his training there weren’t many fights he could lose. Not to mention Blaine didn’t look like the toughest trouper. If he gave in to the anger, where would that leave him? Beating up one of the most loved and respected males on their team, would be show choir suicide. “Seems I’ve caught you on a bad day, Blaine. What a shame. If you’d like, we can call off today’s coffee break. I’d be happy to take a rain check. Until you’re ready to set aside your differences, and play nice with me.” Before he could even get his answer he started walking again. “It’s a two way street, Blaine. Can’t be the voice of reason with such a strong bias against me. I hope to see more from you. Maybe we’ll duet about it.” He turned back to give the other a teasing sappy look. “Oh, && I think we’re crystal clear.”

Hunter’s nerve managed–yet ain–to outdo itself at the exact moment where he pinned that it had to be at the pinnacle of it’s existence.  However. Hunter continued to show he had a limitless supply of gull, bravado and general ability to make Blaine feel like he had something stuck under a fingernail.  No.  Wait.  Fingernails.  Like–all of them.  Before making the decision to come back to Dalton–Blaine had lengthy conversations with Sebastian about the boy currently questioning everything from his intentions to his integrity. He promised Sebastian that he would do what he always did–try to let bygones be bygones and approach this as the possibility to see Hunter in a different light.  Maybe even become friends with a little work on his part to like the guy.  Here we are.  Day One and already Blaine was doubting he could ever pull off what was now looking like an utter miracle act of divine intervention in getting him to make good on that promise.  All that without knowing that Hunter was measuring how the both of them would turn out if they got into a fistfight and sorely underestimating him.  Which would have been fine in Blaine’s book.  As well as a relief that Hunter–apparently–wasn’t tuned into one very locked down secret that Blaine left in his wake at Dalton Academy.  His brows lifted and he blinked–arms crossed in front of his chest.  Blaine hummed and nodded his understanding with a purse of his lips in a thoughtful frown.  “Thing is–your two way street?  That’s all on you to keep open.  I’m not the one who initiated this conversation and took it in the direction you did.”  Turning on his heel–the look he gave Hunter was nothing short of ‘this is all you buddy’ what he offered without a backwards glance as he walked away was either an olive branch–or his response to that sappy look that was only another taunt.  “I’ll make sure to pick a song for us to sing tomorrow,” he paused and turned far enough to give Hunter a polite smile. “The guys will love it.  See you at practice.”  Now where was he?  Oh! Going to look for Sebastian, Trent, Nick and Jeff.  And off he went to find them..

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hunter.

Hunter just wanted Blaine to know his place. He may be the legendary Warbler they all knew and loved, but Hunter was KING now. Maybe someday things could change, but for now he needed this. He needed his team to remain exactly that. HIS. Once again the ex now once again Warbler caught up to his speed. The idiot had a lot to catch up on. “Blaine — I’m going to stop you right there.” His hand went up, so quickly it could of smacked him right in the face if he hadn’t been walking so fast. That of course could of been avoided if he just stayed in his lane, two steps behind. Sebastian knew very well where to stand, constantly proving himself as the best right hand man a leader could ask for. Blaine could learn a thing or two from that one. “I don’t care why you’ve come back to Dalton. In fact, I’d rather not know. The drama involving Mckinley is only my business when it directly involves my team. As much as I love a good battle, I don’t have time for idle drama between the New Directions. Especially now that my only involvement with them, is back where he belongs.” He smirked as he continued towards the Lima Bean. This better go down easy, though Hunter was always prepared for a fight. “My only concerns are keeping us on track. You being back on the team might confuse people. They might believe you’re going to take over in the middle of all of our hard work. With all due respect, I’d like for that to remain out of the question. Maybe one day it’ll be out in the OPEN, but you wouldn’t want to sacrifice the teamwork we’ve created just to take over for yourself right now, would you? I’m ready to put aside my differences and play friends. So I’d hate for any unnecessary drama to spark up before you’ve even settled back in.”

A brow shot up at Hunter’s abrupt stop and Blaine glanced from his hand back to Hunter with a blink of disbelief. Did he actually–in a not so roundabout way–shush him?  The mostly relaxed posture of the smaller boy stiffened and Blaine crossed his arms defensively over his chest. “Excellent.  We can avoid talking about it and both of us will be happy,” he pressed his lips into a thin smile and continued on along with Hunter suddenly wanting this talk to be over probably more than Hunter did.  They didn’t make it to the door before Hunter revealed the real reason behind their ‘coffee break’.  Blaine wasn’t sure they’d ever get inside the shop at this point. Because he came to his own stop and caught himself grinding his back teeth.  Were they going to have this conversation? Apparently–the answer was: yes.  No matter the level of patience Blaine had towards most people–there was a limit that was harder for some, softer for others. Hunter just plopped himself on the are you serious? side of hard. Blaine’s chin bowed towards his tie but his eyebrows went higher.  Thing is?  When people use the all due respect line?  Not much respect is due from them in their books.  He didn’t like the saying in general.  Hearing Hunter use it?  Blaine enjoyed it even less.  Hunter was given a beat or two to say anything else and when the silence stretched for an acceptable amount of time?  Blaine smiled and kept his voice soft.  “I understand where you may be worried that the Warblers could be confused.  But. I think they have one thing in mind that we all have. Winning.  No. I won’t do anything to risk our chances.  Nor would they.  If you were a part of us from the beginning?  You’d know I never took over them to begin with.  They trusted me. Valued my opinions and knew what I brought to the team was in all our best interests.  So? With all due respect?  I never set out to be their leader.  It just happened.  I’m not doing it now either.  Any drama occurs?  Isn’t of my doing.  I have enough of that in my life.  Neither one of us needs to risk everything for a petty need to feel in charge–yeah?  And if it happens?  It isn’t going to be from me. 

Are we clear?”

hunter.

As much as Hunter anticipated Blaine rejoining the Warblers, he had started to dread the idea. For once he had found something to hold onto. A power source not only tending to his needs, but also his interests. Music. To lose that now, well that’d just send Hunter back down that self destructive little road he both craved && despised at the same time. Though knowing himself, it was going to come sooner or later. Just maybe this time Blaine would be the one to push him down it. His hues dropped to the synced up pace they were walking at. It was as if they’d begun a number, they were so in tune together. && Nothing could of pissed off Hunter more. A fake smile graced his lips as he tried to speed up just a smidgen. “Good to hear you’re finally back where you belong, Blaine. && You’re welcome.” Even if he was irritated, the little bit of thanks felt good. Even if it was false. Though his instinct was to be hateful && angry, the Warbler captain was glad to have the legend back on their team. He was a great player after all. Someone who changed people. A real leader. Nope, now he hated him again.

Was Hunter walking faster because he wanted to get this over with?  Within a step or two–Blaine noticed the distance between them growing and gave the other boy’s shoulder a confused furrow of his eyebrows.  Blaine kept his sigh internal as he sped up now fully convinced that Hunter’s pace was a clear indication he’d rather make this a short conversation. Meeting up with him again–he smiled and darted a measuring glance over Hunter’s profile. “If you don’t mind me asking..  What did you really want to talk about?  I’m sure a welcome back could’ve been handled during practice.  What’s on your mind?  If this is about why I changed my mind and came back after saying I wouldn’t?  I did a lot of thinking and realized that Dalton is what’s better for me.  Other than that?  I’d rather not talk about it if that’s alright.”  Somehow bearing his heart to Hunter wasn’t on his list of things he really wanted to do.  Sebastian knew why.  Trent and Nick knew faint details and he was happy to leave it at that.  Turning his attention back towards the ground and watching it pass by under his shoes–the corner of Blaine’s mouth twitched in what was supposed to be a smile and didn’t quite pan out.

hunter.

For the time being, ruling the Warblers was Hunters only taste of reality. Sure, he was the cruel && ruthless villain to most people once he put on that blazer — but that didn’t make him love it any less. An aggressive personality didn’t always have to mean he wasn’t happy. Only now with Blaine back, where would that leave him? Once upon a time he would of considered the team player role, but now? No, he’d lost too much now to let go of this too. He would be willing to set aside his differences, in hopes that they could at least get along. Just as long as Blaine doesn’t try to take over. His classic smirk took up half his face as he tried to remain calm, && confident. “Great.” The word was drawn out, lingering as his feet took him towards the Lima Bean, staying at a pace just a step or two ahead of Blaine. Just how he always liked it. “So you’re back now. Permanently?” No reason to waste time beating around the bush.

Stuck in place for a beat or two as he tried to find the willpower to have this conversation he knew would eventually have to happen but didn’t expect it to be today–Blaine watched Hunter’s retreat and rubbed his neck.  Best to get it over with.  Because he already had a gut instinct how this was going to pan out. Hunter might’ve wanted him here and been a key player in nudging Sebastian to convince him to return.  He had no idea that it worked–Sebastian was sworn to secrecy about Blaine’s decision in case he changed his mind.  From what Blaine observed about him so far and through sidelong glances during their meeting?  Blaine was expecting him to want to get a few things out in the clear.  –And he could only imagine what ‘those things’ were. Trying to be optimistic–he hurried to catch up to him side by side and nodded as they fell into step with one another.  “Yes.  I’m back. Permanently.  I guess I should thank you for your help in that decision.”  Blaine could play nice.  Hunter did deserve some credit and they could be friends if Hunter didn’t try to do anymore James Bond villain tactics against Blaine’s other friends.. Could be being the key words.  “I’m really happy to be here.”