Prologue

He sighed heavily as he walked through McKinley's Halls. He still hated the stench of public schools. But money was money... And he needed the money.

It seemed to go downhill from when he was cut off. His father had done it because of Sebastian's lack of focus and drive towards his father's career path and of course, how he decided to fall in love. Beneath him, apparently. So he hadn't been in love in years. He broke it off soon after, crawling back to his father and begging forgiveness. It wasn't given.

So he was stuck teaching French to public school kids now. He walked into the Teacher's Lounge and heaved a sigh as he sat down. The coffee he had bought from the Lima Bean had gone cold and he winced at the liquid sliding down his throat.

'Great, shitty school coffee instead.' Sebastian mumbled to himself and he went to get himself some more coffee. The room was beginning to fill up with more teachers and the line behind him for coffee was getting irritating. He took the cup that he'd filled and slumped down into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. He took out some of the work he had decided to hand out to his AP French students. It was the first day of a new year and he was already tired.

'Well hello, Smythe.' Santana drawled as she perched in the chair in front of him. Despite their differences in school, they had become good friends. He'd become less arrogant and she'd become less bitchy.

'Lopez.'He flicked his eyes up to her as a greeting.

'That's Pierce-Lopez to you.'She winked as he chuckled slightly.

'Congrats, by the way.'He smirked and fixed his glasses.

'Thanks, but I didn't sit down here to have you choose work over me.'Santana snatched his papers from under his nose and he glared at her. She had become to Cheerio's Coach and was wearing a tight, black pencil skirt, a white shirt that you could nearly see her red bra through and a black blazer.

'You look like you're about to burst into Smooth Criminal.'He chuckled. She smiled widely and straightened her shirt.

'Just because Coach Sue didn't think pencil skirts belonged in the gym, doesn't mean I do,'she winked before shaking her head.' quit teaching and no one's taking up the job.'She said, laying her palms flat on the table.

'And this concerns me because?' He raised and eyebrow and took his papers back and put them in his bag.

'You use the same greasy product that he did, dress almost as badly and have the same passion for music and singing that he did,'he looked down at his simple black shirt, jeans and converse. It wasn't that bad.'You're the only one.'She grinned.

'What about you?'He asked.

'Too busy... Plus I told Figgy that you'd do it.' She smirked and stalked out of the room. Her heels clacking against the ground. Sebastian sighed and rubbed his eyes. The New Directions. The Nude Erections. Either way, it was now his Glee Club.

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