A/N: Okay, this is just something quick and funny inspired by the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, featuring Hunter Clarington. Warning for language.

Kurt and Hunter both peer down into matching five-gallon orange buckets, purchased at the Home Depot, and filled almost to the top with cold water. In the water, dozens of square ice cubes float, bobbing in a calm current that's stirred by the occasional breeze.

"So, Sebastian got called out yesterday for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge," Kurt says, rolling back and forth on his heels as he stares at the copacetic cubes of ice swaying gently in his bucket.

"Yup," Hunter responds. A stronger breeze blows the ice cubes around, and Hunter wraps his arms around his bare chest, imagining what those solid cubes of frozen water are going to feel like hitting his skin. At least I thought to wear sweat pants, he thinks, side-eying Kurt in his black tank top and shorts.

"So explain to me why we're here again?" Kurt asks, raising his eyes to watch his fiancé talking with his assistant, Marco, who volunteered to film Hunter and Kurt dousing each other with freezing cold ice water in Sebastian's stead.

"He promised he'd get me Delilah Sampson's phone number," Hunter confesses, glancing over to Kurt with a sheepish expression creeping onto his face.

"The personal shopper from his office?" Kurt asks with a hint of approval.

"Yeah." Hunter meets Kurt's eyes and nods.

"She's nice," Kurt says. "Pretty."

"Yeah."

Both men look back down at their ice-filled buckets and sigh, uncomfortable with the current conversation. Kurt and Hunter have never really been friends. Hunter didn't exactly approve of Sebastian dating Kurt in high school, and Kurt thought Hunter was a stuck-up, insufferable ass. After he got his Master's in Finance, Hunter became Sebastian's account, but not before Kurt became Sebastian's fiancé. Regardless of the connection, they never turned things around and became bosom buddies. But here they were, about to pour cold water over each other's heads, and all because of Sebastian.

At least they had they had that to bond over.

"What about you?" Hunter asks. "I mean, he's marrying you, so what does he have to hold over your head?"

"Nothing," Kurt says. "He just promised to take me shopping."

"Oh," Hunter says, sounding a bit disappointed, "I thought he was threatening to leak a certain sex video onto the Internet or something."

Kurt snaps his head up to look at Hunter with a conjoined look of shock and disgust on his face.

"He told you about that?" Kurt whispers.

"Nope," Hunter chuckles, shaking his head, "but you just did."

Kurt's eyes go wide, stunned that Hunter played him, but he laughs when he sees that Hunter's chuckle is more joking than cruel. At that moment, Sebastian laughs at something Marco says, and both doomed men grow quiet. They look over at Sebastian, who steals a glance back at them, and when he sees their grim faces, Sebastian laughs louder.

"You know, it's kind of fucked up that he found a way to get us to do this so that he doesn't have to get wet," Hunter comments, watching as Sebastian starts to talk into the cell phone camera that Marco is holding.

"Yeah," Kurt says. "He has a thing about getting wet while he's fully clothed - especially his socks. He cannot STAND to have water in his socks."

"I remember that from school." Hunter looks down at his bucket of water thoughtfully, watching the ice cubes turn and bob as they start to melt. "You know, he's already sent the $20,000 to ALS."

"And I have Delilah's phone number in my contacts," Kurt says, watching Hunter, who raises his eyes to meet Kurt's. It only takes that one look for both men to know that they are both thinking the same thing.

Kurt raises an eyebrow and Hunter nods.

"Okay guys," Sebastian says, clapping his hands together in front of his chest, beaming with that wicked smirk he gets when a plan he's made is about to come to fruition, "I've already made my challenges, so let's see someone get wet."

Hunter picks up his bucket of ice water.

Kurt picks up his bucket of ice water.

They both raise their buckets, ready to douse each other, but at the last moment they turn.

Sebastian has only a second before he realizes what's about to happen.

His face goes blank.

"Wait…" he says right when both men upturn their buckets over his head, soaking him thoroughly.

"What thHOLY SHIT!" Sebastian screeches. "You motherfuckers! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

Kurt puts his bucket down.

Hunter tosses his aside.

"Did you get all that, Marco?" Kurt asks as he passes the laughing assistant struggling to keep the camera straight.

"Sure did, Mr. Hummel," he chirps back.

"You…you two..." Sebastian stammers, teeth chattering, unable to collect his thoughts with ice sliding down the back of his shirt, traveling lower and lower the more he shivers, "FUCK! I have ice in my fucking pants!"

Kurt retrieves his iPhone from a nearby table and motions for Hunter to follow him.

"These were $650 Gucci jeans, Kurt!" Sebastian wails as the men retreat to Kurt's Navigator. "If you have no respect for me, I would think that at least you could respect the jeans, Kurt!"

"It looks like Delilah's available for lunch in half-an-hour," Kurt says, reading the response to the text he sent while he and Hunter walked to his SUV.

"Sounds great," Hunter says, hopping into the passenger seat and putting on his seat belt.

"Kurt!" Sebastian screams, waving a hand…or maybe flipping him off. Kurt is laughing too hard to watch him. Kurt pulls the vehicle away to a symphony of Sebastian cursing and dancing while he attempts to dislodge the ice from his underwear.