It was the summer between his junior and senior year and Sebastian Smythe had one goal to fulfill; watch after Blaine Anderson. Charles Anderson had called up James Smythe requesting that his son look after Blaine and do something Sebastian despised doing.

Sebastian Smythe had to try to breakup Blaine Anderson's relationship with some boy named Kurt Hummel.

Sebastian met Blaine when they were much younger and both unsure of their sexuality. Actually, Blaine was unsure of his sexuality. Sebastian apparently was somewhat of a flamboyant child according to his family. While most eight year old boys were interested in the way girls functioned, but Sebastian always seemed to like boys more. Unlike most people think, James and Annabelle Smythe didn't and still don't have an issue with their son or his sexuality.

But Blaine's parents apparently had an issue with his.

"- look, Charles, I don't understand why you're throwing a fit about this . . . no it's his life and it doesn't impact yours at all. Look, I don't want Sebastian included in what you want. Just because he's back home doesn't mean you can start manipulating him like you tried to do with Rosalie to Cooper! We are done talking about this Charles."

"Dad, who was that," James Smythe winced as he turned to see his son standing there, eyebrow raised and hands crossed, waiting for his answer. James tried smiling in a comforting manner but it turned into a grimace.

"Do you remember the Andersons?" Sebastian nodded and when nothing else came after he motioned for more elaboration. His father sighed and pulled his son away from the office and sat him at the kitchen table.

"Annabelle! Can you come to the kitchen please?" The slow sounds of clacking heels could be heard coming down the stairs with Dean squirming in her hands. Dean finally got out of his mother's hands and climbed up to his brother's lap searching for the comfort he hadn't received for many years while Sebastian was away at France.

"James, what's wrong?"

"Charles Anderson called me." That stopped Annabelle in her tracks. The Andersons were never a good topic ever since the Cooper and Rosalie incident happened.

"It turns out their other son Blaine is gay and we all know how that settled with Charles and Mary." Annabelle nodded and looked over at her own older boy. She mindlessly brushed the bangs out of his eyes, almost pushing his glasses off his face.

"Mom, please be careful with the glasses: I actually like them this time." Annabelle couldn't help but laugh as her son floundered trying to get his glasses back on his face, but Dean beat him to it. His little brother grabbed the black Armani exchange glasses that he got for Hanukkah and ran off with them.

"Oh, come on, Dean!" Sebastian was off, following his five year old brother. His parents listened as they heard Dean shriek from being grabbed and they heard a victorious shout from Sebastian.

"Charles wants Sebastian to do something that is completely against our morals in the biggest way." James started to Annabelle. He got up from where he was sitting and went to the kettle and set for the water to boil. He took out three mugs, tea bags, and milk. While waiting for the kettle to boil James continued.

"You know how Charles is about sexuality. Didn't care if Sebastian was gay, didn't care that Richard was gay, but god forbid his own be gay because that's shaming the name, you know?" James looks up from the assortment of sweets he's placing on the plate and his wife is just staring with an emotionless face.

"So, he wants Sebastian, our Sebastian, to breakup Blaine Anderson and his boyfriend. Charles even told me he wouldn't mind if Sebastian was dating Blaine but he doesn't want his son dating the son of a mechanic." This time Annabelle sighed and got up to help her husband with the tea. At that moment Sebastian came in carrying Dean who had the glasses on top of his mop of brown hair because Sebastian just couldn't get the back.

"Dad, what was it you were telling me about the Andersons?" Sebastian looked over to his father who gave his wife a look. She smiled and opened her mouth to start but James decided it was better if he told his son.

"Do you remember the Andersons son? Kid a year younger than you? You guys used to play together when you were younger." Sebastian nodded and accepted the tea that his mother offered him. Sebastian smiled towards her and then gave his father his complete attention.

"Well, turns out you both have the same interests."

"Which means?"

"He's gay too."

"Oh. What does that have to do with me? He wants to set me up or something? I don't do blind dates, dad." Sebastian almost stormed up to his room, right then and there but his mother held him down and gave him a pointed look.

"No, Sebastian, Blaine is already in a relationship."

Sebastian didn't know what to say so he stayed quiet and waited for his father to continue.

"Charles doesn't approve of his son dating someone, especially someone who is 'flamboyant', as Charles put it."

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"You, my son, have been asked to break them up." James ended his statement and got up quickly to go retrieve more tea. Sebastian snapped his neck up to look at his father and watched him walk over to the kettle before getting up and following him there as well.

"What do you mean I have to break them up?" Sebastian was yelling at this point and it took one look from his father to realize that his voice was too loud. His tense shoulders softened a bit and he let out a sigh before mumbling a 'sorry.'

"Don't worry, it's not like you'll have to actually do it. I told him you weren't doing it and that's final." Even after his father had gone back to the kitchen table Sebastian was still standing by the counter and kept his eyes locked on the sugar dispenser. He looked up slowly and glanced at his father.

"What's in it for me?"

"What?"

"What's in it for me? You know, if I do it?" Sebastian cocked an eyebrow in question and looked at his father.

"Nothing I suppose. Possibly you would have Blaine Anderson interested in you if your acting skills are good enough." His father responded offhandedly as if Sebastian would never agree to such an agreement.

"I'll do it."

"What?" James Smythe was hostile he didn't know why his son was agreeing to this but he didn't like it.

Sebastian kinda shrugged and proceeded to pick at his nails. He really needed his mom to fix them up. Maybe it will give him a good acting lesson? Plus, he knows that Blaine would never leave his boyfriend. No matter how good looking Sebastian was he knew that Blaine wouldn't leave his boyfriend because he remembers that he was really strong on commitments. Sebastian is sure that Blaine still has that stuffed pink bear that he used to drag around.

"I said that I'll do it. I mean, it's just like an acting class; it makes no difference to me." James Smythe knew that wasn't true. His son had morals he didn't just do things for the hell of it.

"Sebastian, what is the real reason you're agreeing to this?"

"Because Charles Anderson is a asshole who can make your life a living hell."

It all made sense now. Sebastian was a selfish bastard sometimes but James knew that when it is matters concerning his family Sebastian is selfless. He'll do anything; he would even give up his reputation, to help his family. The sad part of it was that Sebastian was right; Charles Anderson could truly make his life and job a lot harder. That man had the money and the power to do it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, dad, I'm sure."

"Ok, just please don't get into trouble."

"Trouble is the only way to go dad."

That was how Sebastian Smythe's Master Plan to breakup Blaine Anderson and His Boyfriend started. It was also the last time he ever used that long of a plan title.

A week later found Sebastian Smythe standing in the hallway of Dalton Academy with a new uniform and a schedule for the upcoming school year to come. They had just finished paying for the first semester of the school year and had been given a quick lesson from the principal regarding Dalton's policies. Now, Sebastian, Annabelle, and James are being given a tour around the school by one of the students who stayed during the summer in the dorms, Thad Clearwater.

"Can I ask why you're here instead of being with your family?" Annabelle asked as Thad showed them around the dining halls. The boy came to a halt and did a 180 turn to look at the family.

"My family lives in England. I wanted to try and abroad boarding school and I liked it. I fly back every Easter for a few weeks that the school allows break and then I'm here. Most of the time it allows me a head start on all the others." Thad explained with a clear British accent. Sebastian smiled at the, much shorter, boy and continued to observe where he would be spending a lot of his time at.

"Right, so how long have you been attending Dalton Academy?" His mother continued to press on.

"This will be my fourth year."

"So do you know a soon to be junior by the name Blaine Anderson?" Sebastian asked.

Thad perked up at the question of someone he knew and someone besides himself. He didn't mind sharing much of himself but his family and his personal life was, well, personal. He didn't know this Sebastian guy well enough yet to truly trust him.

"Yes, Blaine is one of my close friends and he is the lead singer of our acapella group, The Dalton Academy Warblers."

"Oh! Sebastian here loves to sing!" His mother clapped her hands excitedly and looked at her son in a way that suggested her should go on top of a dining room table and belt his heart out just to prove her statement correct. Thad looked over at him for confirmation and Sebastian felt himself blush before he slowly nodded.

"Yeah, singing is cool."

"He's also a great dancer!" This time Sebastian gave his mother a look and she instantly understood to stop speaking. Thad caught Sebastian's look and tried to contain his own laughter because he could just tell he would get along with the new addition.

"Well, you can audition the first week of school and the council will judge you then. Forewarned that solos are almost impossible to receive since we have Blaine on the team, and David on the council as chairman." Thad explained as he led the group down the hallways. He stopped in front of two large doors and pushed them open to reveal a large room that Thad called the "Warbler Hall"

"This is where we practice, judge solos, discuss Warbler things, study sometimes, and party." Thad entered the hall as if it were a second home and plopped behind a large Table at the back of the center of the room.

"This is the council table. The chairman sits in the middle, the note keeper sits to the left, and the arranger and choreographer sits to the right, which would be me." Thad continued on as he watched the Smythes examine the room. He could see a smile playing on Sebastian's lips and he knew that he was getting this kid into the Warblers come this fall.

"Pretty cool." Was the only conformation Thad needed, because to people like Sebastian, 'pretty cool' was 'I really want to be a part of this' and Thad was all for having Sebastian as part of the team.

"Yeah, it is pretty cool."

The rest of the tour was spent showing the different common rooms, dorms, and classrooms. The scheduled was explained where there was a set of people that could academically and financially get into Dalton Academy so there was one group of boys for each class. Only around fifty for each class and they all had the same classes and then can pick their extracurricular activities as they pleased but every student had to take one.

Sebastian knew exactly what he wanted.

"French level one, Advanced Placement English Language and Composition, Lacrosse, and the Warblers." Thad gave him a questioning look and tried offering for him to take only one or two extra classes but Sebastian would have none of it. He liked all of the extras and he was going to do all of them and succeed at all of them.

"What room are you staying in during the week?" They had reached their last destination, the hall called "divergent." When asked what it meant Thad just explained that it was sort of like in Harry Potter where the hat sorts them into different categories. Divergent was one of the "houses." It was sort of all of them combined which is why it was called divergent because of the root "diverse"

"So, basically someone who doesn't just fit into one category lives here?" Thad nodded and showed them around and boy was the hall strange. No wall was painted the same color, there were different pictures of Warblers and families all around the walls, there were many posters of different bands and singers everywhere and this was just in the common room and kitchen.

"What do the rooms look like?"

"I'll show you. What room are you in again?"

"Room-" Sebastian had to stop mid-sentence because it was a word and not a number like he expected. Thad looked over at the piece of paper and grinned.

"You're in the Tiger with me. Sweet," Sebastian just gave him a strange look and followed him down a hall on the first floor. The door on the outside had a tiger pattern carved into the mahogany door and Sebastian dreaded what he was going to see in his new room.

He entered and everything was tiger print. Every. Single. Damn. Thing.

"What the hell is this?!" Sebastian almost dropped all the things he was holding in his hands from pure shock. His bed spread was even tiger print. What the hell?

"Sebastian, watch your mouth" his father reprimanded but even he was shocked at what he saw. Sebastian looked over and saw that Thad had taken down the bed spread and replaced it with a Union Jack comforter and a matching pillow instead of the tiger print and that his side of the room was covered in photos, posters, and bulletins to hide the wallpaper.

"Why?" all Sebastian was able to ask of his new roommate.

"You know how we're on the first floor, right?" Sebastian nodded weakly and pressed Thad for more information. "Well, the first floor is all jungle cats themed. The black panthers are quite dark." Thad laughed at his own joke and he heard the two older Smythes laugh but Sebastian was giving him an incredulous look because, he just can't be serious, can he?

"I'm dead serious and it's sad that I am." Sebastian nodded once again and then turned to his parents.

"I'll need all the posters and pictures you guys can find." That caused everyone besides Sebastian to laugh because he was so dead serious about that.

That was Sebastian Smythe's look around of Dalton Academy and so far all he can tell from the school was that it was old, the classes are hard but are going to be a welcome challenge, and that the people who decorate are blind.

He also realized that this transfer is going to help him more than just to accomplish whatever shit Charles Anderson wanted done to his son. It's going to accomplish something Sebastian Smythe was never good at; making friends. It was one of the reasons why his stay in France failed him, it was one of the reasons why his stay in America failed him, but maybe this little school with only fifty people in class won't fail him because he is sure as hell not giving up on it.

A/N:

Please don't kill me. I'll be sure to stick to this and update every Saturday. I swear! But, yeah, it looks confusing huh? I mean this could be Seblaine or this could be Thadbastian, but we all know I like Kurtbastian best. I have ideas and a lot of them and this was really fun to write so let's hope I do it justice.

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