Prompt #7 - Hunter has a really bad cold (& possibly a fever) but he thinks choir practice must go on regardless. Sebastian is concerned about Hunter, and wants to take care of him (prompt by timepersistencedesire)

Warnings - Huntbastian being Huntbastian (implied adult themes), language.

Note - This is officially my favorite prompt at the moment. I absolutely adore sick!fics, so props to you, dear. I have warn you though, I (well, Huntbastian) did get kind of pervy (not nearly as bad as I'm making it out to be) toward the end. Just thought you should know.

Title - To Be Stubborn

"What the hell is Hunter doing here?" Sebastian demands as he strides into the choir room. "He should be in bed."

When none of the Warblers reply - the fucking cowards, he mutters a loud curse before walking to where his boyfriend is currently leafing through the Warblers' extensive collection of sheet music. Hunter looks absolutely terrible, what with the dark bruises marking the undersides of his eyes and the thin sheen of sweat covering his skin.

"Hunter," Sebastian says slowly, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I thought I told you to take the day off."

"Can't," Hunter sniffles, his voice nasally with congestion. "Regionals are in a week. We can't afford to miss a day of practice."

While his dedication to the Warblers is admirable, it's also very irritating. How the hell is he supposed to get better if he's constantly on the move? Stubborn idiot. Sebastian pulls his boyfriend into his arms, nuzzling his nose against the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.

"Don't you think you're being overdramatic?" the taller Warbler murmurs, his breath hot against Hunter's skin. "Missing one day of rehearsals isn't going to hurt anyone."

Hunter looks up at him incredulously, "Seriously? Half of them don't even know what our setlist is. We need all the practice we can get."

"He's not wrong," Thad pipes up. "I'm still confused about that. Are we doing One Direction again? I hope so; I really like One Direction."

"Wait, we're doing One Direction? I thought we were doing Maroon 5!" Jeff shouts. "David, you sit on a throne of lies!"

"I never said that," the former councilman frowns. "You shouldn't put words in other people's mouth. Besides, it was Flint who said we were doing Maroon 5."

"What? No!" Flint jumps to his feet, obviously put off by David's accusation. "Jeremy said we were doing P!nk."

"Who the hell is Jeremy?"

"You know, the new guy? He auditioned the same day Hunter did."

"He did? I've never seen him before in my life."

"Dude! What the heck? I've been here the entire time!"

"See what I mean?" Hunter gestures, grimacing as the pounding in his head worsens. "This is why I'm so adamant about practice."

"Okay," Sebastian stares wide-eyed as Thad grabs Jeremy by the shoulders and shakes him violently. "I can see why you might think that. We're seriously dysfunctional, but think about it this way. If you go back to the dorm, you don't have to deal with this. We can rent a movie and cuddle for the rest of the day - I'll even make you those cookies you like so much."

"SERIOUSLY MAN! WHO ARE YOU, AND WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"

"Can we watch that rom-com I've been wanting to see?" If Hunter's going to take the day off, he might as well make the most of it.

Sebastian blinks, obviously surprised by his boyfriend's request, before breaking out into a grin. I'll do anything you want just as long as we get out of here. I really don't want to know what Thad's planning to do with that lamp."

Hunter raises a brow at the double meaning of his words, "Kinky, I'm holding you to that."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the two are walking back to their dorm, Hunter decides to point something out, emphasizing his point with a cough.

"You do realize that we have to wait until I'm better, right?"

"Only because I love you."

"That's adorable," Hunter coughs.

"But that wasn't."