Smytten with you

Sebastian sauntered through the wide marble halls of Dalton Academy, admiring the grand architecture. Sure, he had seen better in his time in Paris, but this was still a higher standard than what he had expected. An overly friendly student (Sebastian hazily remembered named Shane) in a flawlessly pressed Dalton blazer chattered away about the school's prominent history, his words echoing in the empty halls, not yet filled with teen boys this early in the morning.

Usually, on mornings like this, Sebastian would be waking up on a messy bed, maybe slightly hungover, with last night's fuck (soon to be dumped) lying next to him, both of them completely nude. Today, however, was Sebastian's first week in Ohio. After clinching the job of state attorney, his father decided to stay in Ohio, while his mother continued her career in high fashion back in Paris. Sebastian was left to his own devices in Dalton. He was not very bothered. As far as he was concerned, it just made it easier to sneak in one night stands, especially since his father had gotten him a single room instead of a shared dorm.

Suddenly, Sebastian's thoughts were interrupted by the faraway sounds of singing. As they rounded a corner, the singing grew louder, revealing around 15 teenage boys dancing and singing a capella down the hallway.

At first we started out real cool, (cool)

Taking me places I ain't never been

But now you're getting comfortable

Ain't doing those things that you did no more

You're slowly makin' me pay for things

Your money should be handling

And now you ask to use my car (car)

Drive it all day and don't fill up the tank

And you have the audacity

To even come and step to me

And ask to hold some money from me

Until you get your check next week

Shane gaped at them, awed, as they fearlessly did flips and twirls without breaking rhythm. However, Sebastian's attention was only drawn to the short teen leading the song. He had neat hair combed down with gel, literally not a hair out of place. He seemed shorter than average, but made up with wide grin, great voice and a hyper energy that you could see from the way he seemed to put an extra hop or twirl in his dance moves. And those killer eyes. They seemed to change from a warm brown to a clear green as they sparkled.

You triflin', good for nothing type of brother

Silly me, why haven't I found another

A baller, when times get hard he's the one to help me out

Instead of, a scrub like you who don't know what a man's about

Can you pay my bills

Can you pay my telephone bills

Can you pay my automobiles?

then maybe we can chill

I don't think you do

so you and me are through

Then they two-stepped back into the room they came from, their singing fading away slowly until not a single note could be heard.

"So, who was the lead singer?" Sebastian asked casually.

"Blaine Anderson. Those were the Dalton Warblers. They're, like, the coolest guys in Dalton. It's extremely hard to join the Warblers. You'd have to be really good, "Shane explained in an almost reverent tone.

"Really good, huh?"

He'd have to borrow some fingers to count the number of times guys had said that to him. Maybe it wasn't about his singing skills, but, hey, still true. One thing he had learned from his father was that Smythes always got what they wanted. And Sebastian Smythe wanted Blaine Anderson.

"Where do I sign up?"

Hi guys! Just wanted to post this fic (now turned oneshot) that I wrote a few years ago. I'm probably gonna take it down in a few weeks when I'm redoing my profile. Still, I hope you enjoyed! (I know it's totally like, a gazillion years too late. Sebklaine 4eva!)