Prompt - Jeff and Nick find out about Sebastian's little crush on Hunter.

Summary - His mission's supposed to be simple. All he has to do is sneak into Hunter and Sebastian's dorm room, look for anything suspicious, and report back to the other Warblers. But nothing's never that simple with the Warblers, is it?

Notes - Turns out, I'm still alive - and writing. Here's the half of the fic. I hope you guys like it. I had lots of fun writing it. Expect to see the next part some time this weekend. If my neighbor's wifi cooperates, that is. Enjoy!

Title - Breaker, Breaker

Nick's never been one to poke his nose where it doesn't belong; people need their privacy, and he respects that. But when Sebastian willingly gave up his captaincy to the new Warbler, he had to admit: he was intrigued.

And that's how he found himself in his current predicament. Dressed in all black, he creeps down the dark hallway. It's midnight, and everyone's asleep - well, everyone except for him. His mission's supposed to be simple. All he has to do is sneak into Hunter and Sebastian's dorm room, look for anything suspicious, and report back to headquarters.

In theory, that is. Nothing's ever that simple with the Warblers, especially when Hunter and Sebastian are involved. Nick doesn't know what it is about those two, but everything about them practically breathes complicated. But maybe it's just him.

"Breaker, breaker! Agent Six to Agent Three, do you read me?" Nick scowls darkly at the miniature walkie-talkie clipped onto his sleeve. It should be illegal for anyone to be that cheerful this early in the morning.

"Yes, Jeff. I can hear you," he says into the device.

"Nick! I thought we agreed to use the lingo!"

"Well, I changed my mind."

"Boo you, Nicky. Whatever, what's your position?"

Being exhausted must have done something to Nick's maturity because he finds himself vaguely amused by the unintentional innuendo. He can hear Jeff sigh and lets out a snort.

"Nick, stop being immature. Stay focused on the mission, okay? Where are you?"

"Sorry, sorry. I'm almost there -," Nick trails off, the sound of footsteps growing louder by the minute. "I have to hide. The monitor's coming!"

Ever since a group of freshmen were caught sneaking out past curfew, Dalton had taken to issuing several night monitors around campus. Anyone who was caught trying to leave would be given a demerit, as well as a week's worth of detention.

Nick has no intention of getting caught, especially after what happened last time he had detention. Spending three hours with a group of delinquents - not the Warblers, Nick's talking about the other group of delinquents - wasn't fun. He doesn't remember a lot of what happened that day, but he does know his hair was bright blue for weeks.

"What am I going to do? Think, Duval, think!" He glances around the hallway desperately, looking for a place to hide. He can hear the footsteps approaching and scrambles to duck behind a nearby plant.

It's not very big, but the pot within itself easily conceals the Warbler from view. Thank goodness he's so short. If it had been Jeff, the monitor would've caught him in a heartbeat. He watches as the man passes and almost gives himself away when he lets out a sigh of relief.

"Who's there?" Nick recognizes the monitor to be that new, nameless intern everyone's been talking about. He's a tall, dark-haired man with just the faintest hint of baby fat clinging to his cheeks. Nick takes a minute to appreciate the intern's slender frame; he's not going to lie, the intern's fine.

"….Must be hearing things," the intern mumbles, and Nick can't help but swoon. Even his voice is hot.

"Nick, stop perving over the nameless intern. You're on a mission, remember?" Jeff reprimands, his tone sharp. "Besides, I saw him first; he's mine."

Despite himself, Nick promises to back off the intern. It's only fair, he tells himself, since he has dibs on the World History teacher who's mentoring the hot, nameless intern.

"Wait," Nick says with a start as he continues down the hallway. "How did you know I was perving over the hot, nameless intern?"

"I'm your boyfriend; I know these things, okay? Where are you now?"

"I'm in front of their dorm room," he instinctively lowers his voice to a whisper, reaching into his pocket for the spare dorm key he 'borrowed' from Sebastian's desk the other day. "I'm going in."

"Okay. Be careful, Nick."

Getting the door unlocked was easy; all he had to do was slip into the card into the slot. Opening the door, on the other hand, was a completely different story. Sebastian may be a light sleeper, but Hunter definitely isn't. Call Nick crazy, but he rather likes having all of his body parts intact.

Nick opens the door very slowly, so slowly that it doesn't make a single sound. When he doesn't come face-to-face with Hunter like he had expected, he lets out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding. He slips into the room, his footsteps light and quiet.

The room is dark as night itself, Nick's only source of light being the dim moonlight streaming into the room through the open blinds. He's never felt more like a creeper than he does right now because, you know, most people don't usually break into their friends' room in the middle of the night at midnight.

What would his mother think? She would probably be embarrassed, mortified even, if she found out about this. His father, on the other hand…..

"Nicholas William Duval, I can't believe you would do something like this! I raised you better than this. I expect this sort of thing from your sister, but you? You're supposed to be the good child! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, breaking into your friends' dorm!"

Nick shakes his head; he's getting a headache from just thinking about it. He carefully makes his way to Sebastian's side of the dorm, weaving his way through the numerous piles of books and clothes scattered across the floor.

Nick drops to the ground when Hunter mumbles in his sleep, body tense with anxiety. Please don't wake up, please don't wake up! He relaxes when Hunter turns onto his side, still fast asleep. He remains on the floor though. He doesn't want to risk getting caught.

Nick crawls toward Sebastian's desk; he knows that's where the older boy keeps most of his belongings. As soon as he gets there, he whips out his cell phone, illuminating the desk with its light. There are several notebooks piled up on the surface, accompanied by a couple of textbooks as well.

Nick grabs the notebooks, thumbing through their pages in hopes of finding something - anything - that would make this mission worthwhile. He finds nothing and returns them back to their place on the desk.

"Nick." Nick scrambles to lower the volume of the walkie-talkie, scared that it might wake up Hunter. "Have you found anything yet?"

"Not yet," he whispers. "I'm still looking."

"Try looking in that cabinet in his desk. You might find something useful."

Nick does just that, glancing over to Hunter's side of the dorm as the desk emits a not so quiet creak. The other Warbler doesn't stir, thank goodness. Inside the cabinet, Nick finds yet another stack of notebooks. Seriously, how many does Sebastian have? He grabs one of the older ones, its cover worn with uses.

He doesn't find anything at first and almost gives up hope. However, just as he makes to put it up, he notices a sheet of paper tucked inside the last couple of pages. It's a letter addressed to Chasity Smythe, Sebastian's older sister.

Hey Chaz, it reads. I know it's been a couple of months since the last time I wrote, but better late than never, right? I've just been so busy lately. Regionals are coming up, and the Warblers are obsessed with redeeming themselves from last year. Especially that new Warbler, Hunter. You know, the one the headmaster called in to replace me?

He's an arrogant, pretentious piece of work. I hate him. So why can't I stop thinking about him? It's seriously starting to freak me out, Chaz. Is this what you felt like when you fell for Michael? Because it fucking sucks. I don't even go to Scandals anymore; I feel like I'm betraying him or some shit like that.

What am I supposed to do? Sit back and wait until it passes over? It's not like I have a chance anyway. He's straight; he has a girlfriend. Damn. Why does this always happen to me?


"Oh my God," Nick murmurs to himself, allowing the letter to slip from his fingers. "Sebastian likes Hunter."