So, this little plot bunny invaded after First Time and I had to do something about it. I thought Sebastian was sexy and charming and I want him to stick around, but I'm sure he will only be in a few episodes. Probably also not going to get a lot of character development besides the Evil One who tries to break up Klaine—hence The Mind of Sebastian Smythe.

There are a few things that I would like to take note of. One, I would appreciate it if everyone could pretend that Akron and Lima are much closer than 3 hours apart for this story. Maybe like Westerville, Lima and Akron are all 1.5 hours apart. Thanks. Two, I know Wes was supposed to graduate last year, but I can't write a Warblers story without him. I feel like I'm tearing David in half. Three, if anyone knows French really well, I would appreciate the occasional consult. I'm using a mixture of BabelFish and Google Translate, but I would like it to be a bit more accurate. So let me know if you're a French-speaker! And Fourth…If anyone knows names (not CPCoulter characters, please, even though they are AMAZING) of Warblers, let me know because I could only find David, Wes, Jeff, Nick, Thad and Trent. And Sebastian, obviously.

Ok! Thanks! Enjoy!

And I don't own anything relating to Glee. At all. Not even a little bit.

I would like to make one thing clear: I am not a bad guy. It may be possible that I have made some unfortunate decisions in my life and even more possible that I like to make those decisions—especially if it fucks with someone else's life too.

So maybe I'm not perfect.

Dalton wasn't anything like my Paris school (it was a boarding school to start, which was a bit of a trip), but I liked it all the same. What I liked were the people. Sons of rich guys who were stuck in Ohio with nothing better to do than sing and play pranks and be bored in our posh little boarding school. The nice thing was that I got to go home on the weekends, which meant Marietta.

"Seb!" she shouted, skipping brightly into my room earlier than should be allowed on a Saturday morning.

"Go away," I muttered darkly and buried my head into my pillow. "It's the weekend."

Etta crawled into bed next to me and curled up. "I'm glad you're home for the weekend," she whispered. I pulled her closer to me and wrapped my hand securely around her mouth, hoping to stifle her noise a bit.

I wasn't exactly a touchy-feely guy, or maybe I was overly touchy-feely. I liked to be intimate with guys, I guess (I'm not afraid to say that I was kind of a man whore). Okay, I guess I'm not an overly emotional guy, but my little sister brings that out in me. I died every week only getting to see her on weekends.

"Seb, you're only here for 2 days. We have to do something fun!" Marietta leaned forward and licked my cheek.

"Gross!" I sat up, pushing her away. She was 15 and attending Carmel High, part of Glee club called Vocal Adrenaline.

She laughed. "Are you bringing your friends here today?"

"Not if you keep harassing them," I groaned, pulling myself out of bed and stumbling around for some clothes while Etta watched from my pillows.

My dad was an international businessman. Cliché, right? We've lived in Paris, London, New York, Delhi and Moscow. He just moved to Shanghai, but my mom didn't want to go. There's something about China that she stands fundamentally against, so she moved us to Ohio—of all places. Something about getting the "real American experience."

Marietta was enjoying it, partly because I would bring the Warblers over on the weekends and she was crushing on most of them. She was lucky she's my sister, because I was pretty sure Thad would have crushed her hopes and dreams much earlier with any other girl. They couldn't exactly afford to alienate me in any way. They needed me to replace their last, apparently God-like, soloist.

Anyway, Mom bought a house in Carmel, but Carmel High didn't seem like something I wanted to subject myself to, so we found Dalton. I drove home every weekend and often friends came to stay. Most of their families lived in, like, Chicago or Cleveland and that wasn't really a weekend drive.

Mari watched as I dumped my Dalton blazer on the ground. "I think your blazer is sexy," she offered.

"Hopefully not on me," I teased. "I'm guessing…Thad."

She rolled away from me and burrowed down further in my covers. "Whatever, you think he's hot too. At least I have a chance with him."

"Don't be too sure," I warned with a shrug. Her face fell comically at the thought that her beloved might be gay. "Oh, he's straight. But you know me; I've never been one for labels."

She rolled her eyes. "If we hadn't agreed to not use the terminology, 'whore' to describe one another…"

"Hey!" I objected, throwing my shoe at her. "Your words are hurtful."

"How is Dalton?" she asked.

"Wonderful and amazing. The Paris of Ohio."

Marietta laughed. "Your sarcasm is overwhelming."

"As is yours. How's Carmel High?"

"It's good. Being part of Vocal Adrenaline is exhausting though." She crawled out of my bed and skipped to the door. "We're doing something together today, dear brother."

I nodded obediently. Etta would always get what she wanted. Even if it meant I didn't try to seduce Thad.

She made me breakfast which would have been hazardous to my health if it was my mom, but Etta had put her time in Paris to good use.

"This is delicious Mari. You'll have to send me food so I don't die of cafeteria food." I gave her my ultimate Flattering Smile. You'd think that as my sister she would be immune, but no. Works like a charm.

"Well, only if you come home every weekend." She stuck her tongue out at me. "And I find it difficult to believe that the food at your thirty-thousand a year private school is all that bad."

"Deal. What are we doing today Mademoiselle Marietta?"

"I want you to take me shopping at the mall."

There it is. That's my sister's form of payback for using my charms on her. So not fair. "What if we go to the local music store and buy new guitars?"

Mari considered that for a minute. "Okay."

If there's one thing that Akron has to offer, it's the bomb-ass music store. Sheet music, CDs, old LP records, musical instruments and even a tiny recording studio in the back. Fuck yes. Mari and I found it on our first day in Akron and we went gone back every week. We had to move our music room twice in the 2 1/2 months we lived there because we kept buying new shit.

What? We're rich, and there were more rooms in our Akron mansion than there were people.

So while Marietta salivated over a new baby grand piano (she already had 2, so good luck getting that one past Mom), I flipped through some old songbooks. The Warblers' selection was getting a little dry, in my opinion, so I figured some new selection wouldn't hurt.

I have only my team's best interest at heart.

A busy weekend with my sister always left me exhausted, which I think is the opposite affect that weekends are supposed to have. I was almost relieved to return to Dalton Sunday night. Two Warblers in my hall, Nick and Jasper were having a Michael Jackson Dance-Off on Nick's roommate's Wii, so I jumped in on that. I was still technically the new guy, and that meant I had to prove myself.

I couldn't beat Jasper, obviously, but Nick stood no chance. The boy was sexy as hell, but he couldn't move like MJ. He could, however, smile that shy little smile that had attracted me to him so much in the first place.

Not to be graphic or gross, but we ended up in my room. He was—you know, I'll just leave it there.

He wasn't there when I woke up though, which meant the boy was learning. I have rules.

Monday afternoon meant Warbler practice. Now, I hadn't been a member of the Warblers for very long, but I loved these guys. They were fun, bored and way too involved in each other's lives. I loved it. Not to mention pretty sweet singers. They had begged on bended knee for me to join after they heard me singing on my way to class one day. I guess I have the kind of talent that they can appreciate.

Practice was moving slowly that Monday, partly because Wes was still missing and Thad did not want to start without him. Thad was muttering darkly about how a Council member should know better than to show up to practice late, etc. while the rest of us were watching an epic Rock, Paper, Scissors tournament between Jeff and Mark.

Suddenly, a rapid ball of Asian energy burst into the practice room and screamed, "THAD! THADGUESSWHO'SHERE?"

Thad turned slowly away from the group to glare at Wes. David grinned at me. Wes could get slightly overenthusiastic at times, as I had learned over the last 2 months, and Thad could get frustrated. "What do you want?"

"Guess who's here?" breathed Wes, bouncing in excitement.

Thad was still glaring, so David smiled indulgently at Wes. "Who?" he asked.

"BLAINE IS WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY AS WE SPEAK!" Wesley screamed. The entire club started murmuring excitedly, the panic slowly growing.

"Who's Blaine?" I whispered at David.

David looked like he was about to shit his pants he was so excited. "He was the soloist last year but he left to go to McKinley High in Lima."

Suddenly it all made sense. So his name was Blaine. I'd heard a lot about "The Soloist" and now that he had a name (Blaine. Has a nice ring to it, yeah?), I was starting to form a picture. "Looks like every one of you guys are about to come in your pants."

David glared, but he was grinning. It's hard for guys not to like me, I've observed. Even the straight ones. "We've been struggling a bit without him."

"Let's sing him something," I suggested loudly. "You know, to welcome him home."

Nick and Jeff nodded enthusiastically. "Let's sing our new song!"

"Okay, 'Uptown Girls' on four," agreed Thad hurriedly. "One two three four."

I was impressed and more than slightly surprised. I'd always imagined Blaine would be tall and disarmingly handsome. I mean I'd heard him described as "sexier than Brad Pitt," which was saying something to me. But he wasn't what I had expected at all. He was short and definitely cute. He oozed something…and it was something that I was familiar with. Sex. I ooze it too, so I was in a good place to judge.

From the moment I spotted him leaning against the doorway, I had to have him. Clearly he was gay (my gaydar is unparalleled) and the look on his face when he watched us sing just about did it for me. There was a kind of innocence in his smile and the lovely hazel eyes that were watching us sing with a hunger.

Look at those curls. I watched him out of the corner of my eye for a while, barely even listening to Nick sing (speaking of sex? Um, hello Nick). Clearly I had to bring the poor boy to the attention of the group, most of who had probably forgotten he was about to show up, but I waited until it was my turn to sing and I would have his complete attention. I pulled him to the group, surprised at how little resistance he put up to being pushed around by a guy he didn't know. But he danced a little, obviously glad to be back among the Horde of the Blue Blazers.

I decided to play it up a bit with Mademoiselle Lefévre (Thad has been salivating over the poor woman since he was a freshman. And suffering through years of French, despite the fact that Thad incredibly is linguistically challenged), show him early that I was playful and fun. It was only after that thought process played out that I realized what it meant. Somewhere in the previous 3 minutes, I had decided to seduce this Blaine.

And I was looking forward to it.

I started as I start every time—keep them off balance. I was charming and disarming, flirtatious but not over-aggressive. For me, at least. And by the end, I'm pleased to say that I had weaseled my way into young Anderson's head a bit.

Which was all I wanted. I'd have been disappointed if he'd tried to sleep together or something immediately. Where's the fun in that?

I decided to leave before I scared him off (sex on a stick and sings like a dream? God I'm good), but made sure to secure another date before sweeping off, leaving a gaping and overwhelmed Blaine Anderson in my wake.

Because really, how else could he react to meeting me?

Wes and David pounced on me as soon as I walked into dinner later that night.

"You talked to Him?" hissed Wes. The way he said it made it sound like there needed to be capital letters. Mr. Anderson really was God here. "Isn't He amazing? The most brilliant human being you've ever experienced in the whole of your comparatively insignificant existence?"

I looked at David, expecting to share a laugh over Wes maniacal eyes, but he looked just as intense. Weird. "Um, he seemed great. Definitely cute."

Clearly that was not as complimentary as they were hoping, but hello!, I'm not going to reveal my plan to his best friends. I sat with Thad and Trent instead, leaving the indignant Blaine Worshipers to sulk on their own. Thad was arguing pretty emphatically with a guy I thought I recognized from my math class about something smart. Thaddeus (as his name might suggest) was the intellectual. Pretentious douche, I'd normally say, but he was growing on me.

"Hi Sebastian," said Trent.

"Hey there Trent! What about Warbler practice? Crazy, right?" I leaned slightly toward him and gazed deeply into his eyes as he tried to find the right words. I can be pretty disarming when I give someone my full and undivided attention. Usually for the objective of getting information, but hey.

It's a useful skill to have.

"Yeah. Totally didn't expect Blaine to show up." He smiled fleetingly and turned back to his food. "It's been weird without him."

"I bet." I let that sit for a minute.

"The song was great though. You did an awesome job. I think he was impressed."

Fuck yeah he was. "Totally, thanks. So what's the story on Blaine?" I asked casually.

Trent glared at me suspiciously. Apparently I already had something of a reputation with these guys, but I turned on my innocent face (yes, even I have one of those) and smiled blankly. Finally, he shrugged. "He came here halfway through freshman year because of…problems at his old school. Went to McKinley about three weeks before you showed up. Funny timing, right?"

Not what I was interested in at all, although the gay bullying (problems? What else could he possibly have meant?) would probably come in handy later. "Huh. So, what was he like? Ever have a boyfriend?"

Trent definitely knew something was up now, but luckily he wasn't the smartest Warbler. I picked him for a reason. "No. He was single until the middle of last year. Then Kurt came and it started out as kind of a shitshow. I mean, we were in Code Red on Operation Klaine for a while there, but—"

"Excuse me?" I interrupted politely. "The fuck did all that mean?"

Trent waved his hand. "Wes and David," he said as though that explained everything. Strangely, I felt it did. "They are overly invested in Blaine's personal life. Anyway, they finally worked stuff out, but Kurt went back to McKinley, so Blaine followed."

The Boyfriend. I had been expecting this. There was no way in hell that a guy like Blaine was single. I'm never that lucky. "So what's the up on Kurt?"

"He's a cool dude," Trent said thoughtfully. How helpful. "Very talented. I don't know, I was never an integral part of Op. Klaine, but I always thought Kurt was a bit too…dunno…awkward, maybe? Blaine's really fun and really out there and Kurt's just not like that."

I grinned broadly at my fellow Warbler. That, right there, was all I needed. "Cool. Well, I'll see you around T." I tried not to smirk at the absurdly pleased look on Trent's face at being given a nickname by me.

What can I say? I have that affect on people.

And I resent being called a cocky bastard, FYI.

Just so everyone knows, I will probably stay canon until Tuesday's episode (something about Sixteen?) and then go off on my own. Unless something REALLY amazing happens that I have to use. Also, I have no endgame couple in mind, but I am counting votes.