"Belle, what the hell was that?! And in front of everyone?? OH MY GOD!! I'm going to punch him again. Right in his stupid big nose!!"

Blaine is practically dragging me back to our warmup room, talking way louder than he needs to be in this instance. Desperately I try to break myself free of his grasp. At least so I can quiet him down. I need to avert a full blown crisis here.

"Blainey-bear..."

Nothing. He just pulls me along further.

"Blainey??"

Nope. Still not stopping. We are legitimately almost to the room and he is still ranting and raving.

Loudly.

"I swear Shann, Clarington is a dead man. If Bas won't do anything about it then I will. I don't care what you say. This just isn't right."

Finally I am able to get my hand free and I yank my cousin back by the collar of his shirt.

"Blaine Devon Anderson?!"

I hiss just loud enough and with enough anger that he stutters to a stop and turns back to look at me stunned. "Aladdin STOP IT! Right Now! You will not touch a hair on his head, you hear me...."

"But Shann..."

I hold my hand up to stop him. "No. You don't touch him. Like EVER. HE'S MINE. Both he and Bastian are out of your jurisdiction.  Completely off limits. I understand you think you are helping me but you're not. This is my business. My issue. My problem. I'm a big girl. I can handle this.  Get it?"

"But Shann..."

I shake my head and pull him quickly towards a quieter corner, my eyes on the door to our practice room the whole time.  I need to make this quick and concise.  "No Blaine.  You are 18, an adult. Hunter is still only 17, at least until July. You will not touch him. Ever. Do you understand??  We will go back into that room and change.  We will ride the bus back to school. And we will go to the party at Noah's.  But you WILL NOT mention ANYTHING to ANYONE.  If people say something, ask anything, notice ANYTHING I will handle it.  This is my life.  My choice."

Blaine heaves a gigantic sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a split second.  Finally he mumbles back at me. "Belle, I don't like this.  Any of this. But I trust you.  I just don't trust him.  Like at all..." I pat my cousin on his shoulder and then step away from him, turning to head back towards our rehearsal room. "That's perfectly fine, cousin dear. You don't even know him though. But I do. And I trust him implicitly. So come on, lets go get party ready my darling Blainey-boo."

Blaine rolls his eyes at me yet still grabs my hand allowing me to lead him back to our friends, our teammates.

No one notices us as we slip into the room, they are all still too busy celebrating our victory, some in street clothes but others still in their costumes. Quickly I sneak behind the partition again and slip back into my impossibly soft jeans, tank top and Sebastian's comfortable Warblers fleece that I may or may not have stolen from him and never given back. Although I keep on my heels. Mainly because my boys are so much taller than me.

Costume safely tucked in the garment bag once again and flats in hand I emerge to gather up my makeup and purse.  I keep my gold headband on but still pull my hair up into a ponytail, curls cascading haphazardly down my back.  Using makeup wipes I take off some of my heavier performance makeup, replacing my red lipgloss with a lighter, shinier pink shade, flavored like cupcakes.  Finally I toss my shoes in my bag with my makeup and gather everything up just as Mr Schuester starts ushering us out of the room.

Finn carries the trophy as we wordlessly walk to the bus.  In the parking lot I can see the Warblers rented coach.  This school is closer to Dalton than McKinley but still they hired a luxury bus, money is nothing to their administration.  Jeff is holding the trophy as Nick chats with Cara.  He kisses her on her cheek and then both boys get on the bus.  She sees me and waves my way before sprinting to her car parked nearby.

I shake my head, those two are just so precious.

I wonder if he invited her to the party.

I hope so. I miss her terribly.

Sebastian is talking to Thad and Wes when he spots me, eyes lighting up.  I make a little heart with my hands and he smiles broadly before he blows a kiss my way and enters the bus himself leaving me blushing.  Hunter is the last to get on their bus, only inclining his head towards me, small smirk on his face.  I give a small wave before turning away and getting on my own bus to head back to school.

Conversations flow around me on the trip back, everyone noticeably chattier than on the ride here. Well I except for me, I'm not talking at all. To anyone. Just staring out the window watching the world flow by. Listening and observing.  From what I hear no one is mentioning my little moment with Hunter on the stage though. 

A part of me is just hoping someone has a reaction.

Says something.

Does SOMETHING.

Anything.

I'm sick of hiding, I have a relationship with both of them but keeping everything secret makes me feel like I am sneaking around again. It is exhausting.

I just want to live my life, be with Sebastian.

Be with Hunter.

Out in the open.

If they only knew, my song was truth.

Complete and utter truth.

Everyone pours out of the bus once we reach McKinley again.  Miss Pilsbury is going to gather up our costumes so I only have to worry about taking my makeup bag and purse off the bus with me.  I sigh softly as I head towards my car.

"Anderson babe, you coming to my party??"

I unlock my door, tossing my bag in the back and turn around to see Puck talking with Finn.  Rachel is hanging off Finn's arm.  "I was going to stop home first.  But I need your address.  Would you like me to bring something?"  Puck's laughter is boisterous and loud.  "Just bring your sexy little bod Shann."  I'm blushing.  He's so weird.  I can hear him mumbling an ouch and then Rachel's voice calls back. "Shann, ignore Noah.  He has zero filter.  I'll text you his address.  But come, it'll be fun."

I nod.  Wave and then get in my car and drive away.

I need some time to decompress.  Thankfully no one is home when I get there.  So I take my things in, head up to my room and just sit for a while.  Lost in my thoughts.  I'm going to have to make decisions soon.

For my future.

College.

Love...

A whole half an hour passes before I leave the house again.  Only my essentials are in my purse.  I'm not changing again, party or no party this outfit makes me feel comfortable and happy.

Puck's house isn't hard to find once I put the address into my GPS.  I am surprised however that he lives directly across the street from Rachel.  Their situation is definitely more complicated than mine.  At least to my eyes. The street is full of cars by the time I pull up.  I must be the last person here.

I park my Colbalt behind Hunter's SUV.  Getting out of my car and heading to the house I begin to realize that you can tell a lot about a person by their car.  Rachel's adorable little yellow new model beetle is in her driveway across the street.  Kurt's white Prius is next to hers.  My car is red, small, sporty and cute, I'm definitely not one to flaunt my family's money.  Hunter's silver SUV is practical but luxurious, understated but insanely expensive, rich.  Approaching the driveway I can see Puck's motorcycle sitting there.  Reckless, wild, free.  And parked neatly beside it is Sebastian's car.

Jet black and shining.  Sleek.  Sporty.  Fast.  Sex on wheels.  And dripping in money. So very posh.  In essence, Sebastian in car form.

I giggle to myself as I walk past, barely trailing my fingers across the side of the car body.

Would it be too weird to quote the car's owner at this point??

Super hot...

It takes no time once I'm past it to get to the front door. I ring the doorbell but no one answers.  The door is unlocked and it sounds loud inside so I just walk in.

People are in various states of inebriation. I can see Cara happily chatting with Tina and Mercedes.  Nick is nearby with Jeff, David and Wes, occasionally sneaking glances at her.  They are precious.  I'm so happy for them.  I make my way into the kitchen for a drink, bypassing all the alcoholic options and instead just grab a small bottle of Diet Coke.  Before I can turn around a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a voice whispers in my ear.

Bonjour Mon Bébé...

I sigh and spin around to face him, silly smile on his face.  "Well hello there Sebastian."  He lowers his face to mine, kissing me fast and hard.  I can taste the alcohol on his lips instantly.  Pulling back he leans his forehead against my own.  "Je vous ai manqué.  Mon amour ma princesse.  Epouse-moi maintenant. On peut s'enfuir. S'il vous plaît."

Sebastian must have had more to drink than I thought, especially if he is slipping into French so easily like this.  Or else he is just being bad, he knows what it does to me when he speaks French.  I breathe in a shaky breath to clear my head as he smirks at me.  "Bastian, I missed you too.  Elope?  How about after graduation. But can you speak English again?  I mean there are people here..."

He pulls me closer, moving his lips to my neck. Kissing me there and then whispering in my ear.  "Est-ce que vous l'aimez quand je parle français? Est-ce que vous allumez-vous? Je pourrais t'embrasser encore une fois si tu préfères."

This is torture.

Slow, beautiful torture.

But when his lips are on my skin and I'm pressed back against the kitchen counter all logical thoughts fly out of my mind. So instead I just give in to Sebastian's feverish kisses in the kitchen of Puck's house. People can easily come and go but it doesn't really seem to matter as Sebastian lifts me up to sit on a clear spot of the counter, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as I draw us closer together.

And in no time I can hear the murmurs. People commenting around us on our actions.

Should we be watching this?

Hush, it's a free show. This is more entertaining than anything I've seen in a long time.

Dude, you're a freak. Get a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Stop ogling them. It's disturbing.

Maybe I'd stop watching if they weren't constantly doing this in public.

I sigh as Sebastian tears his lips away from mine and starts attacking my neck and collarbone again. Softly I breathe out, "Bas they're watching us again." He moves his lips to my ear and whispers in it, "Let them... They can look but they can never have you."

I hear the laughter clear as day. It draws my eyes to the sound.  Hunter standing just inside the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest.  Sebastian may have been quiet but obviously not quiet enough.  Hunter's calm voice floats through the room, "What makes you so sure about that Smythe?"

I can feel the growl resonating through his chest as Sebastian's mouth finally leaves my skin. His fingers trace over the now tender spots on my neck and he licks his lips as he admires his handiwork. A cold, cocky smile graces his features when he turns slightly to glare at Hunter, not releasing his hold on me or moving back at all. "I don't share."

I run my fingers through Sebastian's hair, trying to keep his anger in check as Hunter moves slowly closer. No wonder he likes cats so much, he moves with all the stealth of a panther stalking its prey. A smirk plays on Hunter's face as he stops just an arms length away from us. "Don't fool yourself Smythe."

Hunt.....

Sebastian steps back slightly with a chuckle as Hunter's smirk falls from his lips. It is replaced by a pout, cheeks tinged with an adorable pinkish blush. He reaches gently for my hand, "I'm sorry Angel. I'll be nice, I promise." I shake my head and sigh as he helps me down off the counter. Both boys step back some as I straighten out my fleece, tighten up my pony tail. Without so much as a backward glance I grab my Diet Coke from where I left it and head into the living room area.

I don't even need to look behind me to know that both boys are following me, I can feel their eyes on my back the whole way. The music is pumping around us, there are people dancing everywhere but I am heading to an empty couch in the corner. I place my drink on the side table and go to sit down only to have Sebastian beat me to it. He pulls me to sit down on his lap. Hunter gives him an annoyed glare as he sits down next to us but Sebastian just laughs. "You have to be faster than that Clarington.

I roll my eyes as I sit sideways on Sebastian's lap so that I can face both boys.  Sebastian wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back to recline against his chest.  I extend a hand towards Hunter and he eagerly laces his fingers through mine.

I sit contently with the both of them as they comment on the party going on around us. Sebastian keeps dropping kisses in my hair while Hunter plays with my fingers, lacing and unlacing his with my own. People are dancing around happily, seeing us but not really seeing us.  An old N Sync song plays, it feels way too appropriate right now.

Ever since I saw your face
Nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end, yeah
I've searched around this whole damn place
And everything says you were meant to be
My girlfriend, oh

We're out in the open but no one seems to notice.

"I've been thinking again about college..."

Both guys perk up at that topic. Sebastian rubs his hands up and down my arms, leaning in to kiss my cheek softly, "You're coming with me right?? My parents are getting me a loft in Manhattan."

Hunter frowns at that. He squeezes my hand, bringing it up to his mouth for a kiss. "Angel, we could have fun on the boardwalk in Malibu on the weekends. Tanning, swimming. It would be amazing."

I sigh as I contemplate both offers.

"Well I think I'm going to end up at......"

A/N: French translations.

Hello my baby.

I missed you. My love, my Princess. Marry me now. We can elope. Please.

Do you like it when I speak French? Does it turn you on? I can kiss you again if you'd prefer.

And here is a little Grant Gustin eye candy. So fresh and so clean for the new season of the Flash to begin filming. He is a doll.

❤️ Shann