who ordered a shot of crazy in his latte?

Things were at a HIGH in Hunter’s life. He was still captain of the Warblers, && dealt with little to no disagreements on the matter. Instead of betraying his orders, Blaine was showing him how to trust. Teaching by example, that not everybody is going to turn on you for their own gain. It was strange, starting to believe in some kind of hope that not everyone has ulterior motives. As a matter of fact, in their time together, a bond was forming. Even stranger. It was a kind of friendship Hunter wasn’t sure he was ready to reciprocate. Yet as time went by, he found himself with Blaine more && more each day. Instead of dreading his presence as he anticipated, Hunter was starting to enjoy it. He relied on it, actually. Not many good people stuck around when it came to the young man. So that only made it that much worse when the ball dropped.
He’d been suspicious for weeks. Not specifically of his new friend, but of those who surrounded them. The team he relied on was plotting against him, for their new leader — BLAINE ANDERSON. Hunter’s fists were clenched to the point of going while, && his teeth gritted from the bad taste this left in his mouth. Being sly && deceiving was his SPECIALTY. How could they possibly think he wouldn’t figure it out? How could Blaine parade around as a team member, a good man, a FRIEND? Nothing was more sickening than a villain who plays the innocent. “Blaine!” His voice boomed as he entered the room, being sure to have each door closed before approaching the other. He’d requested a meeting, but he had no intention of making small talk. “I knew it. I KNEW you were going to betray my trust! You’ve been planning this all along, && I’m just the fool who tried to be hopeful! I should of never let you PURSUED me into thinking people can be GOOD. Nobody is pure of heart, Blaine! Especially not YOU.” He was getting in Blaine’s face, making a point to be threatening. With a scoff he pushed the ex captain back, as if he wasn’t the one who got so close in the first place. “It’s over! They want to overthrow me for your sick need to take away the only thing I have left!? I’ll show them how WEAK you really are. I’ll show them that I will NOT be pushed around or erased!”

Hunter becoming a friend was something Blaine didn’t quite ever see happening.  Yet as the weeks went by after his return to Dalton and their very tension filled beginning?  That’s what Hunter Clarington was becoming.  Blaine liked the fact that Hunter didn’t push him to reveal too much about his personal life and the reasons why he returned.  Unlike some of the other well meaning boys who wanted to do what any friend would and tried to be there for him by offering him understanding–and the questions that came with it.  Hunter seemed to sense that Blaine didn’t want to talk about it and avoided the topic.  Seeing Hunter starting to open up to and trust him meant so much because he didn’t have to be a mind reader to see Hunter didn’t put faith in just anyone.  You had to earn it.  Blaine thought he was doing a pretty good job at doing so.  In the beginning?  His efforts were for the simple fact that he didn’t want to cause a rift in the Warblers by having two people they looked up to go to war. Now?  Blaine looked forward to seeing the layers beneath Hunter’s facade as the other boy revealed them one at a time.

That’s why when he heard Hunter’s voice crack like thunder through the room–Blaine jumped off the brown leather couch he was relaxing on. Owlish hazel eyes stared baffled as Hunter stalked towards him ranting like a madman.  “W-What,” his voice was a cracked and soft whisper.  A stark contrast to Hunters yelling and it did nothing to cut into his tirade so he could get a word in. Blaine’s face twisted into a pained, utterly lost expression as he felt his stomach bottom out and his chest tighten.  Hunter was too close for comfort but he wasn’t going to back away either. The wanna-be threatening tower over him only made his feet grow heavier against the hardwood floor until an unexpected shove knocked him back a step or two.  And that did it. Patience brought on by having no idea where this was coming from other than Hunter obviously losing his mind snapped like a twig after Blaine recovered from the shove and both hands instinctively wrapped around Hunter’s wrists. His confusion was gone and a mask of keen observation narrowed his eyes as his features flattened.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about but I will tell you one thing and I’ll only tell you this once. Don’t ever shove me again.  Now. Calm down and tell me where the heck this is coming from because..I am very confused here.” And hurt.  And angry.  And a whole lot of other things he was doing his best to hold in after being called weak on top of the shove.  Was that how Hunter really saw him?