Hunter didn't really like his roommate.

Sebastian wasn't really particularly likeable. He was caustic and hostile, alternately combative or dismissive. Hunter didn't like his attitude. At all.

Hunter had expected things to be different in Dalton. It only stood to reason, he was leaving an environment of rigid control and structure for one of affluence and exception for the sheltered darlings of the prominent and the wealthy. He knew getting them to accept his leadership would probably require a fair amount of effort on his part, particularly considering the circumstances of his arrival and their former Captain's fall from grace.

He would have expected Sebastian to be grateful to simply still have a place in the club at all. In military school, an assault on a rival like the one Sebastian had apparently pulled on that boy from the other Glee club would have resulted in immediate expulsion. Apparently having a district attorney for a daddy had it's perks. It also seemed to lead Sebastian into assuming he was untouchable. Hunter was constantly at odds with him. Over song choices, choreography, choice for lead, everything.

And the thing that frustrated him the most was the other Warbler's would usually choose his side. Hunter didn't understand the hold this boy had over them. He had singlehandedly led to their downfall, severely damaging the Warbler's reputation with his actions. Hunter himself could feel the effects it had left on the group. There was an unease and tension in the air whenever they would pass the other students in the halls. He wasn't sure if the other students were disappointed in them or scared of them. But he didn't like it. It was his job to correct matters and restore the Warbler's to their elevated position.

If only they would listen to him.

Hunter sighed in frustration as Jeff stumbled over the carefully orchestrated choreography for probably the fifteenth or sixteenth time that day. He was trying to keep a positive attitude, and keep the Warbler's focused on the things they were doing well with commendation when appropriate. He was trying to keep to a schedule, after carefully considering what would be necessary to get the group ready for Sectionals in time. He had carefully laid everything out for them, his expectations, his plan for the competition, their individuals roles. He had set everything up exactly as he would have for a military training exercise, leaving nothing to chance. They needed to succeed with this. He needed to succeed with this. Dalton was his last chance. He was desperate to accomplish what the school had brought him in on scholarship to do. He had to.

And he could have, without a problem, if the irritating little meerkat he was rooming with would stop interrupting his plans. Sebastian battled him constantly. Sebastian battled everyone constantly. While Hunter struggled to keep a clear head and not let Jeff see how frustrated he was with his constant inability to follow a simple pattern with his feet for more than three steps at a time, Sebastian kept up a constant commentary of sarcastic remarks questioning Jeff's ability, intelligence, and attractiveness. Hunter just gazed bewildered at him. Jeff didn't even seem to notice, determinedly tripping over his feet with each new attempt.

Hunter couldn't take it anymore. He called for dismissal, rubbing his temples. He left the rehearsal room and returned to his dorm with intentions of finishing his homework and then trying to come up with a way to get Jeff to understand the steps. He couldn't understand the boy's mental block. He knew he could dance, and could keep in formation. He had seen the videos of the Warbler's other performances. He settled down to work.

An hour later Sebastian breezed into the room and collapsed onto his bed. Hunter glanced up. "Where have you been?" he asked, irritated. He knew for a fact Sebastian hadn't even touched his homework yet. The way he just seemed to float comfortably though life drove Hunter insane.

Sebastian leered suggestively at him. "Entertaining. Jealous, Clarington?" he asked, smirking.

Hunter glared back. "Don't you have homework to do instead of deflowering the students?" he asked, irritated.

Sebastian grinned. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, all I have tonight is French. And I already speak it fluently. I don't need to study. Half the time I'm correcting Mademoiselle's accent," he replied easily.

"Well, isn't that wonderful for you," Hunter replied with a roll of his eyes, pointedly turning away from him and back to his papers.

"You need to relax," Sebastian responded immediately. "Go get laid or something. You're going to give yourself a panic attack at this rate."

"I don't panic over things, Sebastian," Hunter replied dismissively.

Sebastian eyed him. "No, but you're one of the most OCD people I've ever met," he muttered. "You're not in military school anymore. We aren't your troops. You need to stop pushing everyone so hard."

Hunter stared at him in disbelief. "I'm not pushing them, Sebastian, I'm leading them," he explained slowly like he was talking to a two year old. "I'm sure you have no concept of what that means."

For a brief moment, Sebastian almost looked hurt. It almost made Hunter feel slightly guilty. Almost.

"I'm just saying you're not going to get where you need to go if you keep acting like this," Sebastian said quietly. "They aren't troops, Hunter. They don't respond to demands and lists of rules. You aren't going to get very far with them this way. You're just stressing them out."

"They don't seem that stressed out to me," Hunter responded defensively.

Sebastian watched him silently. He sighed. "Jeff doesn't actually have a problem with choreography you know," he said mildly. "He actually created ours last year. It isn't his feet that aren't in the game." He turned around and headed for their shared bathroom, shaking his head. Moments later, Hunter heard the shower turn on.

"He's wrong," Hunter muttered to himself. "He failed them last year. I'm going to get them to Nationals. Me. Because Dalton knew I was right for the job. I have to be," he whispered grimly.