"I'm surprised you're here," Hunter commented as he and Sebastian got down to the dining hall, the last ones there.
Jeff glanced up at him. "My hunger overpowered you two absolutely wrecking my body."
David chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I didn't realize you might not be used to that."
"To what, being split in half?" he asked dryly.
"Now that we're all here, we should tell each other what happened," Blaine said.
"You got lucky, your boyfriend was in your body," Jeff pointed out.
The table was quiet. Sebastian snickered.
"I actually did," Blaine responded, giving the others dirty looks. "Minds out of the gutter, guys."
"I'm curious as to what went down between you two," Sebastian said, pointing his fork at Thad and Jeff. "Because I am covered in hickeys."
"Where?" Blaine asked. "I can only see a few on your neck."
"Everywhere," he responded. "Everywhere you can't see."
"I think you already know," Thad said quietly, making Nick spit his water back in his glass. Wes frowned.
"You said you didn-!"
"He's messing with him," Jeff quickly told him. "We didn't."
"No, I definitely don't feel like I was fucked," Sebastian said bluntly. "Well, I didn't when I woke up."
"I fixed that," Hunter supplied.
"TMI," Thad told them. "No, we just made out in the commons, kept up the pretense."
"Blaine and I just played games and learned some really weird words," Nick said. "We didn't feel the need to cheat just because we could."
His tone wasn't even passive-aggressive, it was purely aggressive. Jeff looked hurt.
"Yeah, why were there dictionaries in our room?" David asked, breaking the tension. "Why did you need two?"
"Long story, it was one of the games. See who can find a word first," Blaine explained.
"Kurt and I just talked. I suffered," Sebastian filled in.
"That was really mean," Jeff said, still looking at Nick in hurt.
"What?" Nick asked, looking over.
"That was really mean," he repeated. "We gave each other our consent to have an open relationship for a day. If you had a problem with that, you should have told me."
"I should have. I guess I just didn't think you were such a whore that you couldn't go without it for a day."
Wes quietly asked for the orange juice pitcher to be passed down to him. Thad had a furious look on his face.
Jeff's eyes were watering. "Why are you being so mean to me?"
"Or maybe it's an attention thing? I mean, you do love your attention. Definitely an attention whore."
Wes silently held the pitcher out to Thad. Thad looked in his eyes, immediately realizing his plan. He took it from him, filling his glass to the brim.
"Stop calling me names!"
"Stop denying it. I read several words in the dictionary yesterday, none of them describe you better than 'who-'"
Nick stopped as Thad slowly dumped his glass of orange juice onto his head. Thad turned and refilled his glass as Nick processed it.
By the time Nick turned around to face him, he had finished, throwing the contents of the glass into his face.
"Vibe check," Thad said. "Your vibes are absolutely horrible, sir, I advise you adjust them and stay the fuck away from Jeff as you do so. You know what happens when people fail their vibe check!" He cracked the glass in his hand, and it fell onto the ground in shards.
He got up, leaving the dining hall, running into Dalton's custodian on the way out. "I'll clean that up when he leaves," he told him quietly.
"Nah, I've got it. He deserved that. Now maybe I can finally convince them to switch to move heavy-duty glasses so they don't break so much."
Thad grinned. "Thank you."
He shook his head fondly. "Get up to your dorm before the Dean finds you."
"Yes, sir," he said as he hurried to his dorm.
