Imagines☁️

As he pulled into the parking lot, he saw a bunch of cars still parked, even though it was roughly two hours since classes had been let out for the day, this just made him that much more confused. He parked his car, locked it quickly and jogged up to the entrance, making sure to turn his nose up at even setting foot in a public school again. Whatever Blaine needed him for better be worth it.

Sebastian trudged throughout the halls of the school finding it deserted, he thought that Blaine was definitely getting his own back on him for what he had done to the curly haired guy, although he couldn't exactly see what Blaine's intentions were. He was about to turn around and try and find his way out of the maze of a school when he heard yelling and screaming coming from one of the classrooms down the hall.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, it was definitely a change from the silence of the rest of the school, surely if Blaine were here, he'd be in this classroom? He made his way closer to the room and his eyes widened as he opened the door.

The New Directions were all sat in chairs to the side, their eyes as wide as Sebastian's were. He spotted Blaine near the front of the group but he was fixated on the two people screaming and shouting at each other in front of all of them.

Of course it was Kurt and Rachel...

Sebastian leant against the doorframe as he listened in to what the argument was about, seemingly unnoticed by the group as he watched the drama unfold. Kurt was bitching about Rachel, having seemingly lost out to her again for a chance to sing a Wicked solo.  He snickered slightly at Kurt's comment about the fact that she looked more like one of the munchkins from the musical rather than Elphaba herself. I mean, he wasn't wrong there.

He noticed Kurt advancing towards her, the argument getting way too heated and like it was going to turn into a full on fight if they weren't careful. As Kurt kept getting closer and closer to Rachel, Sebastian knew that he had to step in, considering the New Directions were still stuck in their seats.

Sebastian rushed in and surprised Kurt, wrapping his arms around the younger boys' waist and all but dragging him out of the choir room. Now Rachel was the one to look with wide eyes at the two of them.

The door closed behind the two of them as Sebastian let Kurt go, making sure to block off any chance that the countertenor had of getting back into the choir room and going even more ape shit on Rachel than he already had done.

"Woah there, Princess. What's up with you? Y'know, when Blaine of all people could see that things were turning south..." He trailed off as he took in Kurt's expression. He didn't look angry or pissed off, he just looked dejected. "Every solo from any musical, always goes to her. I was just sick and tired of feeling like a background singer." Kurt slid down the wall that he was leaning against and brought his knees up to his chest, resting his head on one of them.

"Hey, it's okay. I mean, I'd much prefer hearing you sing than Frankenteen's elf." Sebastian sat down beside Kurt and nudged him with his elbow. "I actually love your voice, especially when you don't know I'm listening when you take showers." He winked at the other boy before laughing slightly and bringing Kurt in for a hug.

Kurt didn't appreciate that though and hit Sebastian on the arm.

"Remind me never to let you stay again." He smiled and shook his head, leaning into his boyfriend's side.

"Well, that would be hard." Sebastian smirked as he was hit on his arm once again by Kurt.

It was another gruelling day at the job, you had paperwork up to your neck and you were drowning with the work, that and your nightmare of a boyfriend trying to distract you at any given moment. See, Jake had finished all his paperwork and was sticking around to help you with yours. If by helping you out consisted of him spinning in a wheelie chair that was squeaky and saying, “are you done yet?” repeatedly. He was a great help.

You glared over at Jake and shook your head, sighing before returning to your work. You were one of the only ones left at work and it was stressing you out. Usually you were on top of your work and everything would run smoothly but ever since you agreed to work overtime, it was too much for you to handle.

You felt a finger poke into your side as you looked up to see your boyfriend smiling down at you. “Come on, Y/N, we can take some files home and we can work on them together… After we’ve eaten though, I am starving.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at how immature yet spontaneous he was, it was one of the many things that you loved about Jake. You nodded your head and put the files into the box that they came in, picking it up and making your way towards the elevator before your name was being called, Jake sprinting towards you and taking the box from your hands before planting a small kiss on the side of your cheek.

You smiled widely as you took his free hand and made your way down to the car that was waiting in the parking lot, leaning over the gearbox and pressing a soft kiss to Jake’s lips in return.

“You know, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere without you. You’ve become the best thing in my life lately and I want to say thank you.” He gushed, smiling like an idiot up at you. “Y/N, you’ve really made me the luckiest guy in the entirety of Brooklyn.”

You scoffed and hit him lightly on the arm, blushing like mad. It wasn’t unusual for Jake to profess his undying love for you, but it wasn’t something that you had grown used to yet. You enjoyed feeling loved by the older male though, there was no denying that.

Peter had received the letter through his door four days ago and since then he hadn’t heard from you.

He sat down and rested his head on the table, MJ and Ned glancing at each other before addressing the guy in front of them.

“Still nothing from Y/N?” Ned asked, cautiously. The both of them knew about the letter, Peter had shown them and was wondering what he was going to do. He had sent dozens of texts to your phone although without him knowing that you had turned it off to avoid any disappointment from the other guy.

“I just need to speak to him. I need to let him know that I don’t hate him.” He put his head in his hands and sighed before standing up and grabbing his backpack. “I need some air.”

Peter walked out of the cafeteria and down the hall, heading out of the building and going towards the field. He just needed to get away from everybody for a little.

When he first received the note, he was surprised to say the least. He hadn’t realised that you had feelings for him, him being oblivious and everything. He then had a few days to think about it along with his feelings towards you. He realised all the things that he loved about you, all of your little quirks, all of the little things that made you, well you.

He smiled slightly as he remembered a time when you had only just met, he had made you laugh so much with one his nerdy jokes that Ned and MJ had heard dozens of times before. The fact that he had made you laugh was an accomplishment to Peter, having only known you for a month prior. The fact that you also had strawberry milk come out of your nose from laughing so hard was just the cherry on top of the cake.

Peter knew that he had to do something about the mysterious disappearance of Y/N. He did the only thing that he could think, going to your house and demanding to see you.

You were hiding at home in your room, not going to school for a week considering you had made up an excuse that you had caught a contagious disease that required you to stay off from school for at least a week. It would buy you some time for the whole Peter Parker thing to blow over anyway.

You were a little surprised when there was a knock at the door but didn’t think anything of it. You rolled over in your bed and pretended to be asleep, being sick meant that you had to fake being tired all the time. Your eyes widened as you heard the distinct sound of Peter’s voice. You silently prayed that your mother wouldn’t let him in because you were too sick but obviously luck just wasn’t on your side.

Peter pushed open the door to your bedroom. “Y/N?” He softly called, wanting to make sure that you were okay before he entered.

You continued to pretend to be asleep, evening out your breathing and closing your eyes to make it more believable that you were indeed asleep.

Peter sighed as he entered your bedroom, having an inner debate with himself about leaving or staying and confessing everything to you. He decided to do the latter. He sighed softly again before sitting down lightly at the end of your bed, careful not to sit on your legs or disturb you too much.