AN: First I hope you guys like it. This is the first story i've ever posted on here. Also this story will follow the Glee episodes I'll try to bring in an aspect or two from each Glee episode and each episode will be 2-3 chapters.

Also this is unbeta-d. (I just get so paranoid when it comes to people reading my stuff that just posting it is hard enough.)

DISCLAIMER: i don't own Glee or any of the known characters.

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There were 10 boys already hanging out around the choir room when Jeff entered. "Finally," said David, an African American boy sitting behind a table.

"Calm down I'm only, what?" said Jeff looking at his cell phone, "5 minutes late? It's not even a legit meeting. School hasn't started yet."

He collapsed onto one of the couches next to a brunette boy who turned to smile at him. "Yeah David, it's not hurting anything."

"Of course you're going to back him up, Nick," said David sarcastically.

Nick and Jeff have been almost in separable since they first meet back in middle school when they were sent to the same private Middle School. They've been roommates and best friends since 7th grade. No one really knew if that's all they were though. There had been many times in the past couple of years where questionable noises have come from their room but they have both been out with girls and been caught making out with them in different parts of the Warbler Dorm building. The year before Kurt had out right asked them about it at one of the Warblers parties and both denied being anymore then just really good friends before basically, for lack of better words, eye fucking each other.

"Now, first off as you all know Wes has graduated leaving an empty spot on the council. I have taken over his spot as Head council-"

"Please don't tell me Wes has given you the gavel," interrupted Aiden.

"No," said David, "he's taken that to college with him." The boys around the room let out a collective sigh, they hated that thing.

The boys all started talking again. "However I know where I can get one," he said. The boys around the room stopped talking and looked back to David. "I know you all want to catch up with each other but this will be a very short meeting if you just let me talk."

The boys stayed quiet, letting David continue. "First the vacant council spot. As tradition last years graduating Warblers have voted on and picked a new Council member." David turned to Blaine and smiled, "Congratulations Blaine Warbler."

The room erupted in cheers for the curly haired boy as he stood and walked over to the chair next to David.

Blaine smiled but he was still a little hesitant. Kurt has been bugging him with questions about transferring to McKinley and he still wasn't 100% sure on what he wanted to do. He loved Dalton, all his friends were here and frankly he was safe here. That was just it though, he was safe at Dalton but that wasn't the real world, the real world didn't have a no bullying policy so while he loved the peace he didn't know if in the long run it would be better to know what might be coming after high school.

"Second is about auditions. We will be asking you all to hang up 5 fliers each. Make sure all the dorms and main buildings are hit."

Thad passed out fliers to everyone before taking his seat next to David. "Auditions will be held instead of Warbler practice on Wednesday. Everyone will be required to attend. The Warblers are a team and any new additions will be a team decision."

All the boys nodded with a yeah-yeah-we-know vibe. "Fine," said David who could tell no one was actually listening. "Go get coffee, finish moving in or whatever. Just, let's try to keep the dorm clean this year and no fires, Flint."

"Hey that was one mistake and it's not like it hurt anyone."

"We had to sing at halftime for every home basketball game last year as punishment."

Dalton's Basketball team was horrendously bad. They hadn't won a game in 6 years and frankly scoring anything was a big accomplishment for them.

"Hey it wasn't all bad, we got to try new songs."

"For who? No one went to those games, not even the players families."

"It was a mistake, damn it," said Flint before getting up and walking out of the room. The rest of the boys got up and followed him.

"So Blaine," said Nick as he and Jeff walked up on either side of him. "We figured we would never see you again."

"Why do you say that?"

"We thought Kurt would have convinced you to transfer," said Jeff, "but here you are still a Warbler and on council. You're going to have to compete against him at sectionals you know."

"I…I have to get something from my car," said Blaine stopping, "I'll see you two later."

Blaine walked away and the two boys turned to each other, "I give it two days," said Jeff, "And he'll transfer."

"Oh come on," said Nick, "I would think he loved us more then that, 1 week."

"50 bucks," said Jeff.

"You're on."

"Better start saving up those pennies Sterling,"

"Don't even worry about it."

Nick stopped and pulled him into a tight hug. "I didn't think you'd be back."

"And miss all the Warbler's madness?"

Over the summer Jeff's home life fell to pieces. Jeff's parents devoiced and his father left with all the money. All they had left was what his mother had in an emergency bank account that his father didn't know anything about. Jeff and his three siblings, who all attend prestige school had all been left to basically fend for themselves. Jeff's oldest brother, Jonny, who attends Brown University for their medical program has almost a full ride scholarship because of his grades and the fact that he's their star hockey player. What the scholarship doesn't cover he now pays for himself.

Jeff has a full scholarship to Dalton because of his academics and for baseball. Before this year he didn't even know about the scholarship. His dad had always said "a man pays for his own way, without asking for help," but Jeff threw that aside as easily as his dad threw him aside. Jeff's sister Jenna has a partial ride to Crawford Country Day, where she is just starting, for hockey, she had been on the team since 7th grade.

Jeff's youngest brother, Jamie, is still in middle school, 7th grade and attends the same Middle school that Jeff went too. He has no scholarship so Jeff's mother has to pay fully for him, but one kid plus a little for Jenna isn't as bad as 4 kids.

Nick pulled away a little, "it's just that day when you showed up bawling…"

"Don't worry Nicky, I'm not going anywhere," he said hugging him tightly again before fully pulling away and continue walking. "So how's your sister?"

"Annoying," said Nick.

"What did she do now?"

"She wont shut up about this boy."

"I don't see that to be a problem," he said winking at him.

"Apparently he just moved in next door and 'he's just so cute," he said the last part in a high voice.

"Cute boy? What's the problem again?" said Jeff a little too loudly

"Shut up Jeff," said Nick.

"Right, right, our little secrets," said Jeff with a smirk, "anyways continue."

"Apparently he's starting here this year."

"Really?" said Jeff, "what's his name?"

"Sebastian Smythe or something."

"Sebastian like the crab from The Little Mermaid?"

"I guess."

"Sebastian Smythe," said Jeff, "Sounds like an ass. Have you met him?"

"For like 5 minutes right before I left to come here."

"And?"

"Seems like an ass."

Jeff laughed, "let's go hang these up," he said holding up the fliers.

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"I hate history," said Thad as he fell into his seat behind the council's table. "It's never going to change why can't I just learn it once and never again."

"Unless you have a tardis," said David joining him. Thad glared at him. "You know like Doctor Who? The tardis travels in all of time and space." When no one said anything David sighed why am I friends with any of you."

As all the Warblers had filed into the room their was still one person missing, "Where's Blaine?" asked Trent.

Jeff looked to Nick and smiled. "Stop smiling you idiot, it's been 5 days, you already lost," Nick whispered. Jeff's smile faded.

"Anyone seen him today?" David asked,

"He left our room at 7:30 today," said Thad, "something about coffee. I haven't seen him since."

David fell back against his chair and many people sighed and looked to each other. Everyone knew where Blaine went to get coffee that morning, the Lima Bean which means he probably never came back to Dalton. "Hey Trent will you call him?"

"Sure," he said getting up and walking out of the door.

When Blaine finally answered the phone he immediately swore, "Ahh shit Trent, auditions are today aren't they?"

"Yes," said Trent, "Where are you?"

"Lima," said Blaine, "I'm sorry."

"Blaine if you want to transfer to McKinely just do it."

"What?"

"We all love you at Dalton, Blaine, but none of us think you're actually going to stay. Just do us a favor and don't throw us under the bus."

There was a few minutes silence then Blaine spoke again, "Sorry Trent just start auditions without me."

"Bye Blaine," said Trent before hanging up and walking back inside.

Trent shoved his phone back in his pocket just as someone tapped his shoulder. Trent turned to see a tall boy with slicked back hair smirking at him. "Is this Warbler try outs?"

"Yes," said Trent, "You'll need one of these," he said pulling a form from an envelope stapled to a bulletin board, "and wait in this room with the others and someone will bring you in."

Sebastian took the form from him and joined the rest of the boys. Trent crossed the hall and rejoined the returning Warblers, "Blaine says to start without him."

"Fine," said David. "Who wants to go tell them how auditions are going to work?"

When no one said anything David turned to Jeff, "You go."

"What, why me?"

"Punishment for being late to the first meeting."

"Fine," said Jeff getting up. He grabbed the clipboard that Thad was holding out and left the room.

Jeff walked over to the holding room and entered, "Okay guys," he said, "This is how it's going to work, I'm going to pass around the clipboard and you need to write your name," he handed it to the first person and continued speaking, "Anyone whose name is not on the sheet will not be auditioning."

"I will be coming in to get each of you individually. When you enter the other room, you will be in front of all of the returning warblers. You will hand your forms to one of the two warblers at the table and then introduce yourself and tell us you're name and grade and then sing ONE song," he said emphasizing the number one. "After you sing we might ask you questions and you can ask us questions if you have any. Got it?"

"When will we know if we get in?" asked a blonde boy, one of 3 in the room of at least 40 people, Jeff noted. Around the room boys nodded in agreement in wanting to know.

"Well, you'll see."

It was Warbler tradition to make a big deal out of it. The Warblers were a brotherhood, a fraternity and they liked to act that way. All the boys who try out will receive a letter, under their door telling them weather or not they have a call back and then after callbacks those who don't get in will receive another letter while those who do will be greeted with initiation when they least expect it.

Jeff took the clipboard back from one of the boys and headed back into the other room.

"How many people are there?" asked Thad, mostly just out of curiosity.

"42."

"Fuck," said David, "That's going to take all day."

"Not to mention be impossible. Is even half of them are any good we're going to be screwed, there's only 7 open spots."

"Well whatever," said Trent, "Can we just start, I have a paper I have to work on."

"Yeah Yeah Yeah, Jeff, go."

Jeff went back and called in the first person, "Mark Keller."

Mark followed Jeff back into the room and as he sat down on the arm of a couch Mark handed the form to Thad.

"Okay, said David, "What's your name?"

"Mark Keller," he said with a smile.

"Grade?"

"Tenth."

"And what are you going to sing?"

"Teenage Dream."

Trent had to keep himself from yelling at him and Thad looked like he wanted to tell him to leave right then.

"Okay," said David.

The boy was a good singer but only a select few could actually focus on his voice. They all had enough of this song last year when Blaine wouldn't stop playing it.

When the boy finished everyone seemed to come out of some sort of trance they were in. "Okay," said David do you have any questions?"

"No," said Mark.

"Okay," said David.

"You should know," cut in Thad, "No one is allowed to be in extra curricular activities, including the Warblers, unless they have at least a B average at Dalton."

"I know," he said before leaving.

"He has a C average," said Thad looking at the copy of his latest grades, "barely."

"Well he can sing," said David taking the form from Thad and placing it in the maybe pile. "Okay Jeff."

Jeff got up to get the next singer, he also made sure to tell them that, "singing Teenage Dream isn't the smartest song choice."

"Name?" asked David when they got back into the room.

"Tommy Morris and I'm a freshman."

"Okay," said David," And what are you singing?"

"Mr. Brightside by The Killers."

"Okay, whenever you're ready."

When he finished the whole room was silent. "Wow," said David.

"You're form says you auditioned for X factor during the Summer but didn't make it?"

"Yea," he said, "Simon said my voice was to immature."

"Their lost," said Thad, "Do you have any questions?"

"Nope," he said smiling and walking away.

"Holy fuck," said David when he was gone, "Can we just let him skip call backs."

"He could be a completely dud when it comes to dancing though," said Jeff, the honorary choreographer for the Warblers.

"Everyone can two-step."

"NO NOT FAIR," Jeff yelled. "You said we could do actually choreography this year."

"I'm just saying," said David. "Next."

36 people later, and too much disappointment to Nick and Jeff number 36 sucked,, and most the boys were completely out of it. Trent, Robert and Aiden went for a coffee run about 5 people ago but the coffee didn't do much.

Jeff looked down at the clipboard as the guy currently talking was asking question after question most of them weren't even about the Warblers anymore. The next person was a guy named Sebastian Smythe. "Hey Nicky," said Jeff sliding off the arm and basically onto him.

"What the heck," said Nick scooting away a little, "What is it."

"Look at the name for the next guy," Jeff pointed to the name and Nick's eyes widened.

"No way."

"I wonder if he's any good?"

"Yo guys," said David from the front table.

"What?" asked Jeff as both boys turned to face them.

"Comfortable?"

"What?" asked Jeff before turning to look at Nick and realize that they were still really close together and he jumped up. "Next person?"

"Yeah," said Thad yawning.

Jeff walked over to the room of awaiting boys and asked for Sebastian.

"Finally, damn I was about to walk out." Jeff walked back into the room ahead of Sebastian making a "you've got to be kidding me face."

Sebastian grabbed an empty chair and sat on it backwards. "I'm Sebastian Smythe."

"Grade," said David.

"Junior."

"What brings you to Warbler try-outs? We mostly only get Freshmen and only one or two Sophomores never anyone older."

"I just transferred," he said.

"Where from?"

He said some fancy French words no one could understand. Sebastian rolled his eyes, "I lived in France."

"Right," said David, "What are you going to sing?"

"The Scientist by Coldplay," he said.

"Whenever you're ready."

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions

Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles, coming up tails

Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start."

That was when Blaine finally showed up. Quietly entering the room and leaning against the far wall. Sebastian spotted him almost immediately and didn't look away, making Blaine uncomfortable.

"I was just guessing at numbers and figures

Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science, science and progress

Do not speak as loud as my heart

And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me

Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles, chasing our tails

Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy

Oh it's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start"

Everyone clapped for him as he stood up and returned the chair to where is belongs. "It says that you have a scholarship for lacrosse."

"That teams a joke."

"Lacrosse wont get in the way of practice here will it?"

"I guess that's for you to decide."

Sebastian gave one last smirk and left the room, winking at Blaine as he passed.

"Well then," said Thad.

"Nice of you to show up Blaine," said Nick across the room. "Like what you saw," he said laughing.

"Shut up," said Blaine taking his seat on the opposite side of David.

"So how's Kurt," asked David with a smile.

"Fine," he said as a quick memory flickered through his head. "…there you sit, cute as ever but still in your warblers blazer," Kurt had said.

"I can't just bail on the Warblers, those guys are my friends."

"BLAINE!"

"Sorry," said Blaine. How many people have auditioned so far?"

"37 of the 42. 24 are a maybe and 13 are a no."

"Crap," said Blaine.

They finished the last 5 people, 4 going into the maybe pile. After that they spent a hour going through the 28 maybe and trying to narrow it down to a smaller number. They ended up getting it down to 22 before giving up.

Over the next couple of days they spent time writing the letters and locating each person's dorm. On Saturday the letters were distributed.

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It was Nick and Jeff's job to distribute each one, which took ten times longer then it should have because they spent most of the time goofing off until they realized they were suppose to be doing something. They would deliver one or maybe two before goofing off again and it would start all over.

They got to Sebastian's door and slide the envelope underneath just as he came strutting up. "What are you doing?"

"Just delivering something," smiled Jeff.

Sebastian looked between them trying to decide weather or not to believe them as Nick and Jeff looked at each other.

"Okay then," Sebastian went to open his door before turning back to the two boys who were walking away. "Hey!"

They stopped and turned around, "what?" asked Jeff.

"You two dating?"

Nick's eyes widened and looked over at Jeff.

"No," he said, "we're just friends."

"And let me guess," said Sebastian, "Your straight too." He laughed to himself before opening the door.

"Is there a problem with being straight," said Jeff back at him confused.

"Of course not," he said, "But you two are far from straight."

"You don't even know us," said Nick.

"No 2 straight guys stand that close to each other you are basically on top of each other."

"We're straight," said Nick.

"Keep trying to convince yourself of that," he said with a smirk, "but if either of you actually decide to be yourselves, let me know," and with that he winked and walked into his room.

In the hallway the two boys stared at the door before turning to each other. They didn't really know what they were suppose to make of that.

In side the room Sebastian found the letter on the floor and slowly picked it up. He needed the Warblers. He needed to be accepted. Maybe his father will pay some sort of attention to him then. Lacrosse isn't enough anymore. He's been doing it for so long that he's dad doesn't even care anymore.

He pulled the letter from the envelope and read it.

"Dear Sebastian Smythe, Congratulations, you have been offered a Callback. All Call backs will be held on Monday at 15th the 3:30pm in the Senior commons. Have a new song prepared, something that will blow us away, please NO Teenage Dream. Please wear sweatpants and tennis or whatever you can dance in. –The Warblers"

Yes. Sebastian put the letter on his desk and started opening drawers. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and set them down next to the letter. He wasn't as worried for the callbacks as he was for the original audition. He could dance, he knew that, so if that had a big impact on the finally decision he should be fine.

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When Monday afternoon came the returning Warblers were in the senior commons. Most of them were still in their uniforms. Jeff, David and Aiden were dress in sweat pants and the previous years Keep Calm and Warble On T-shirt.

The three had laid down pretty basic choreography in their eyes for the boys trying out. The boys trying out had 1 hour to learn the choreography and perform it.

Once boys with callbacks all arrived the three boys in sweats started teaching them the choreography. Nick never understood why they all had to be there. They were suppose to be watching how the new boys were getting the choreography and if they got frustrated over it easily or something like that but Nick couldn't find the energy to care. Instead he laid on his tummy on one of the many couches watching Jeff teach them the choreography. The sweatpants he was wearing fit him perfectly. His ass looked great and—wait what? Nick quickly looked around the room making sure no one else could read his mind before quickly excusing himself.

Jeff and Nick might not be exactly straight and narrow, which was their little secret, and they're relationship got a little blurred during the summer but they had promised each other. No actual feelings just experimenting, goofing around and for heavens sake it was Nick's idea, he wasn't suppose to be the one to change that.

"Nicky?" Nick didn't hear the door open but when he looked up he saw Jeff smiling down at him. "You okay?"

"Yea fine," said Nick, "Just, uh, had to make a call." Nick pulled his cell from his pocket and waved it at Jeff.

"Okay, well if you're done we're about to start and David refuses to do it without everyone there."

"Oh right," said Nick. Jeff stuck his hand out for him to help him up and Nick took it.

The second their hands connected it was like electricity pulsed through their hands. The second Nick was on his feet he let go of Jeff's hand and Jeff chuckled a little. "Thanks for the shock."

Oh so Nick wasn't just imagining that, good to know. "Yo Nicky," said Jeff bumping into him a little, "What's up. You're not acting like yourself."

"Nothing, I'm fine," said Nick, "Let's go back."

Nick started walking back towards the door leaving Jeff starring after him. Something was up. "Coming Sterling?" Nick teased.

Jeff came out of his thoughts and ran over to Nick just as he opened the door.

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Inside the room Trent and Flint were huddled together. "I bet they're making out."

"You can't prove that," said Flint.

"Who needs proof," said Trent, "Jeff's been gone for 5 minutes what else could they be doing."

"Maybe Jeff can't find him."

"They are the same fucking person, Jeff knows where Nick is."

"That still doesn't mean-"

"Found him!" said Jeff cheerfully as the two walked into the room.

"About time," said David. "Now can we get started please."

Jeff nodded and took his place in front of the boys trying out along with Aiden as Nick sat down next to Trent. David sat with the other council members and pressed play.

Hardest part about the whole routine was that they were all to be in, warbler style, unison. However only a few were but given they only had an hour to practice they would be giving them the benefit of the doubt.

Sebastian was in perfect unison with Jeff and Aiden a long with a shorter brunette named Johnny and a taller boy named Charlie. They took notes on the rest of the boys as they did it a couple more times and then let them rest.

They disbanded for 10 minutes to let everyone go change and get water before the singing part started.

When they came back from the break everyone had changed out of their sweats or their uniforms and were lounging around in jeans and t-shirts.

Once everyone returned David got to his feet. "This time auditions will go a little differently. Instead of just auditioning for us you will also be auditioning in front of your competition. Now remember there are only 7 open stops and 22 of you. So bring it."

Once everyone performed they were all dismissed leaving the returning warblers. They had all decided that it was best for each person to remember their favorites and their least favorite and that they would talk about it tomorrow since it was almost 9pm and they all still had homework. "Common room after final bell."

The room cleared out. Jeff leaned against Nick half asleep as Trent and Flint walked on the other side.

"Why you so tired Jeff?" asked Trent.

"Couldn't sleep last night," he yawned.

"I'm sure," said Flint with a smirk, "Let's go Trent."

"Night guys," said Trent before following Flint to their room.

"Hey Nicky?"

"What?"

"Do you think they're fucking?"

"Probably," said Nick as he watched the two boys disappear into the dorm.

"I wonder who tops."

"I bet Blaine knows," said Nick laughing.

"Probably."

They walked the rest of the way to their room in silence but as Nick went to unlock their door Jeff spoke again. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it Jeff?"

"What was wrong out in the hallway earlier?"

"Nothing Jeff," said Nick.

"You're lying," he said, "Even half asleep I can tell."

"I'm perfectly fine Jeff," he said again, "You need to sleep okay."

Nick let Jeff fall onto his bed before collecting a pile of books, "I'm going to go do some homework."

Jeff made a grunting noise and Nick left, turning off the lights as he did so.

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"WAKE UP YOU ASSHOLES!" Trent's voice came through the door loudly, instantly waking Jeff.

"What the fuck," yelled Jeff as he pulled open the door.

"Classes start in 7 minutes."

"Crap," He turned back around gathered his clothes. He threw a pillow at Nick's head, "Wake up Nicky," before disappearing into the bathroom.

When he came out Nick was buttoning his shirt. Jeff opened the door and looked out in the hall to see it was empty. Trent normally waited for them to walk to first hour, since they all had English.

"Crap." Jeff turned around to see Nick trying, and failing, to tie his tie.

"You would think after two years you would have learned by now." Jeff handed Nick his blazer and Nick slipped it on as Jeff's fingers moved to Nick's tie.

He finished tying it and his fingers lingered over the knot a little longer then necessary. "Thanks," said Nick.

"No problem."

"Are you two done or did you want to fuck first?" came Trent's voice from the door. Neither boy noticed that he was watching them but both were quickly to defend their actions.

"SHUT UP," yelled Jeff at him.

"He was just helping me tie my tie."

"Oh yeah because after 2 years you still can't do that."

Jeff laughed at the fact that Trent was right. "Can we just go," said Nick grabbing his book bag and pushing out into the hall.

"Is he okay?" asked Trent.

"No, but he wont tell me why."

"Wow," said Trent as the two started out the door, "Must be big, you guys tell each other everything."

"Not helping Trent."

"Right, sorry. I'm sure it will pass."

Jeff stayed silent for a few minutes before changing the subject. "So anyone you really think should make it."

"What?" asked Trent thinking they were still talking about Nick, "Oh Warblers right, I really liked that Tommy kid's voice. He has some pipes."

"Yeah."

"Mr. Nixon and Mr. Sterling nice of you to join us."

"Come on Ms. Ellery we're only 2 minutes late."

"That's not an excuse. Have a seat." Jeff and Trent dropped into their seats as Sebastian came running into the room.

"I'm sorry I'm late Ms. Ellery."

"Mr. Smythe I know you are new to this school but I'm sure tardiness was not accepted at your old school either."

"I'm sorry but I have a note." Sebastian held out a piece of paper to the teacher and she took it.

She read over the note quickly before looking back up at Sebastian, "Okay Sebastian but let's not make a habit of this."

"No problem."

"Take your seat please."

Sebastian walked back and dropped into a seat in the back row.

"What do you think that was about?" asked Trent.

"Who cares," said Nick, "It's not our problem."

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Sebastian collapsed into his seat and quickly pulled a letter from his pocket. His cousin came to visit him that morning.

"What are you doing here sugar?"

"Hey Sebby," she said messing up his hair.

"Stop it."

"How's the new private school, up to more trouble?"

"What do you want?"

"You're mom wanted me to give you this." She held out an envelope that had 'Sebastian Smythe' written in his mother's hand writing across the front.

"Well I better go to school." Sugar started walking out when Sebastian called after her.

"Hey, did you get into New Directions?"

"No," said Sugar a little sadly. "Dad's trying to find a new coach to coach a new glee club though."

"Oh, well good luck with that."

"Thanks," said Sugar, "Good luck with the Warblers."

"Thanks."

Now he sits in English class staring at an envelope from a mother he hadn't heard from in a couple months.

Dear Sebastian,

I love you my wonderful son, and I'm sorry that I left. I couldn't handle your father anymore. I tried to take you with me, I did but your father was not having it. I care about you greatly and I know you will love Dalton. I would love to know when your first lacrosse game is so I can come and cheer you on. Please forgive me for leaving.

Love your mother.

Sebastian sniffled a little. "You okay?" Sebastian looked up to see Nick looking at him with a look of concern.

"What? oh yeah," he stammered out, "Must be getting a little sick."

"Duval, Smythe pay attention," said Ms. Ellery.

Nick gave him a small smile before turning around and going back to taking notes.

Sebastian folded up the letter and tucked it back into his jacket. He tired to pay attention during the rest of English class and the rest of his classes that day but he couldn't.

When the final bell rang he was the first out of Math and took off for his room. He just needed to be alone. Just be by himself for awhile.

-XxXxXxXxXx-

"Where's Blaine?" asked David. The final bell rang 30 minutes ago and all the Warblers were sitting in their dorm's common room waiting for the junior to arrive. "Will someone call him."

"I'm here, I'm here, sorry," said an out of breath Blaine as he ran into the room.

"Blaine if you're going to continue to be late or miss meetings entirely we are going to kick you off the council."

"That's okay."

Everyone looked at each other before turning to Blaine. "Excuse me?" asked Thad.

"Give it to Trent."

"What?" asked Trent.

"You deserve it more anyways," he said, "I'm not council material."

"But why are you giving it up?" asked Thad.

"I…I'm transferring…"

"…to McKinley," Jeff finished for him.

"Yea," said Blaine turning to him with a smile

The whole room was silent. "Just because I'm transferring doesn't mean we aren't all still friends, right?"

"But McKinley and New Directions, they're the competition," said Robert.

"So, it's not like I'm going to be giving them any Warbler secrets. The Warblers is a brotherhood, right. That's what we pride ourselves on."

"He's right," said Trent.

"Once a Warbler, always a Warbler," said Nick nodding.

"Thanks guys," said Blaine, "Well I better go pack. I start at McKinley on Wednesday."

Blaine left and the rest of the Warblers looked around at each other.

They all agreed silently to come back to the new Warblers later and huddled, heads together around a table.

Jeff quickly started writing out song names, Teenage dream, Hey Soul Sister, Bills Bills Bills, and so on until all the songs that Blaine sang solo on were written out.

"This is way to many songs to do a mash-up of," said David.

"Well, we have to do Teenage Dream and Somewhere Only We Know."

"And Misery," pipped in Flint.

"Raise Your Glass as well," said David.

"And we should use Hey Soul Sister or Silly Love songs or something for the backing vocals."

"How about this," said David as they continued working.

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"Hey guys," Blaine called as he ran down the stairs toward the boys working. "If you guys want to take a break I was going to go to dinner."

At the sounds of Blaine running down the stairs the boys had all grabbed a piece of paper here and there to cover up any and all evidence of what they were doing. Most of the boys were holding the papers behind the back and smiling up at him making Blaine think they were all crazy and hiding something. "If you guys are busy you don't have to come."

"No," said Trent, "We'll come, let me just take these upstairs." All the boys handed their papers to Trent and he quickly ran upstairs to lock them away, safe, in his room.

It was taco night in the cafeteria and all the boys were excited, apart from Nick who was a vegetarian and made his way over to the salad bar alone.

Dalton was very good at supplying vegetarian options but they didn't do it for every meal, and tacos were one of them.

When the rest of the boys got back to the table Nick was already halfway through his salad. Jeff plopped down in the seat next to him as the rest of the boys filled in around the table.

Small talk took over the table, most of the boys complaining about a class or homework. After everyone had finished eating, Jeff turned to Blaine. "You nerves about McKinley?"

"Why would I be nervous?"

"Come on it's McKinley, do I have to quote Holes," he took hold of Blaine's shoulders and looked directly into his eyes. "'You be careful out there in the real world, all right? Everyone's not as friendly as us.'" Everyone around the table cracked up laughing. Jeff had an obsession with anything Holes for some reason. "No but seriously, It's McKinley you're going to have to wear normally clothes, no uniform. Kurt is going to have a field day."

Everyone laughed again as Blaine's eyes widened. "What am I going to wear?" he blurted out before running out of the cafeteria.

The rest of them followed soon after. They got back to the dorm to find Blaine standing on the front steps looking at an envelope that was taped it the front door. 'To: The Warblers."

Trent pulled it off the door and opened the dorm's door. The boys all gathered around the common room again and Blaine stood on the stairs, not knowing if he should be their or not.

Opening the letter, Trent looked at it before saying anything, "Well?" asked Flint.

"It's our budget."

"That's it?" asked Thad getting up to take a look.

"They cut it, massively. It's only enough to Sectionals now."

"What!" The Warblers all got to their feet and circled around Trent wanting to look at the letter.

"Who did they give our money to then?"

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The next day the boys were all, apart from Blaine, up early and ready to go 30 minutes before classes started, a new record for the Warblers.

"We would like to see Mr. Donaldson."

"I'll see if he's available boys."

Mr. Donaldson's, the Dean, assistant disappeared into the office. They could hear them talking from where they stood.

"No, not now, send them to breakfast."

"These are the Warblers they aren't going to leave."

"Well make them," he said.

"You know what happened last year when I sent them away. The school was shut down for hours."

The boys smiled to each other as they remember what brought on the Teenage Dream performance. Mr. Donaldson threatened to take their performance at the annual benefit dinner for alumni away.

Little did the Dean know they were going to shut the school down again around lunchtime anyways. "Fine, let them in."

The assistant came out of the office with a smile, "Okay boys, he'll see you."

The boys shuffled into the room and Trent instantly started complaining. "Why did you cut our funding? You left us with basically nothing."

"We, me and the board, decided to invest in other activities."

"Why?" asked Trent, "We are the only one's good at anything."

"Yeah, Mr. Donaldson," said Jeff, "I mean the football team only scored 3 touchdowns all of last season."

"Yes, well that aside we have hired a new promising coach that will hopefully bring the football team back to it's full glory."

"That still doesn't explain why you had to cut our funding so much."

"Well boys to be frank you are not the hot shots at this school like you might think."

"We had 42 people audition just last week."

"And that's great but you didn't even win regionals and you tied at sectionals last year."

"So you cut our funding to give to the football team that hasn't won anything in 5 years?"

"We bring in more for this school then any other program. It's because of us you get so much from the alumni," spat Trent

"Mr. Nixon I will not be talked to this way."

"I wouldn't be talking this way if you actually made sense."

"Mr. Nixon."

"Trent," said Flint pulling him back a little, "Let it go."

"You boys will just have to fundraise for more funds, if you need it. I hear you are going up against New Directions again at Sectionals?"

The boys left the office mumbling about payback. They were out in the hall when Becky, the assistant, came out. "Hey boys." The Warblers turned to look at her as she quietly closed the door to the office. "I couldn't help but over hear your conversation."

"So?" asked Jeff.

"He didn't tell you the real reason behind cutting your funds."

"Excuse me?" asked David.

"Yeah, I was at the budget meeting. They gave your fundings to football and lacrosse. There are new scholarship kids on both that are suppose to turn both teams around."

"He told us that."

"Yeah well, he took your funds over a different clubs because he doesn't think The Warblers are good for the school. He thinks you guys are a bunch of rule breakers who disregard the rules on purpose and do anything for attention. He said you guys act like a bunch of rock stars. He figured the fact that you guys didn't give a 'good enough showing' last year at competitions he could use that as an excuse."

"He might have a point about that actually," said David, "But he shouldn't be able to cut funds that are rightfully ours."

"Well he doesn't think they are."

"Well if he thinks he can mock us he's got another thing coming," said Thad, "right boys?" There were noises of agreement around the group.

"Good luck boys."

"Thanks Becky," said Jeff as all the boys left.

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The boys all ditched their morning classes to put finishing touches on the performance that they were planning. They got Abby, the head lunch lady, to let them into the lunchroom and to work on some choreography.

Three class periods later and other boys started filling the cafeteria. The Warblers took over their normal table as they ate and chatted nonchalantly about whatever.

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"Sebastian?"

Sebastian was walking down to lunch when he heard his name and someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"What?" he asked turning around. "Oh Sugar, what are you doing here?"

"Hiya cuz!" she said.

"What are you doing here?"

"Did you get into the Warblers?"

"I don't know Sugar," said Sebastian frustrated, "Can I go eat now."

"No, no, no," said Sugar grabbing his arm. "Guess what?" she was bouncing up and down.

"What Sugar?"

"You have to guess, that's the fun part."

"Not now Sugar."

"Fine," she pouted. "Well Daddy found a couch for me."

"That's great," said Sebastian in a bored tone.

"You'll never believe who it is."

"I don't care Sugar." Sebastian turned and started back towards the cafeteria.

"Shelby Corcoran."

Sebastian stopped in his tracks and turned to face her again. "The ex coach of the only Glee club to win the national championships 4 years in a row?"

"Yup," she said before turning serious, "and she's going to cause problems for New Directions."

"Why?"

"She's Rachel Berry's birth mother and she's the adoptive mother of Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman's daughter and she had a brief affair with Mr. Schuster. Not to mention New Directions only has 10 people now and they need 12 to compete."

Sebastian thought about something for awhile before addressing Sugar again. "Can you keep me up to date with them?"

"Sure Sebby," said Sugar. "I better go or else Daddy will start sending cops out looking for me."

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After the boys had finished eating they got up together to throw away their trash. Jeff took Nick's as he quickly ran up to the stage.

"What is he doing?" asked Blaine as the group headed back to the table.

"Who knows," Jeff shrugged innocently.

"Hey everyone," called Nick from the stage. Around the room chatter quieted down but it didn't stop, "Yo listen up!" The whole room died down as everyone turned their attention to Nick.

"We have a problem here at Dalton."

"What is he doing?" Blaine asked again. The rest of the Warbler had started making their way closer to the stage. As they reached the stage Jeff had pulled himself up to sit on the stage as Nick continued to talk. "You see, Blaine Anderson is transferring."

Murmurs filled the room as people started whispering to each other. Blaine was one of the most popular boys at Dalton. He was friends with a lot of the other students and friendly to everyone. Then with leading the Warblers last year, all the returning students know his name.

Nick had taken to crouching down next to Jeff who had taken the mic from Nick. "Our little Blaine is growing up." Both boys looked down at Blaine to see him turning a slight shade of red.

The two boys looked at each other, where's the fun in having everyone's attention if you can't embarrass Blaine a little. "Blaine's in love."

Nick looked over to the boy to see him now a bright red. Jeff held the mic up to him and he took it back. "So since he's leaving we decided to have a little fun."

The Warblers still on the floor had all moved so they were circling around Blaine while Nick and Jeff were talking and had all turned to face him as they broke into the "genagenin" of Hey Soul Sister.

Blaine's eyes widened as he turned around in a circle watching all the boys. "Oh yeah," came from the stage and Blaine looked up to see Jeff smiling and jumping from the stage to join the circle. On the stage Nick started singing the lyrics to Misery over the Hey, Soul sister backing vocals.

"So scared of breaking it

But you won't let it bend

And I wrote two hundred letters

I will never send"

Nick jumped off the stage and lead the Warblers into walking around Blaine before straightening into a line and adding a couple of the dance moves from the original performance into the mix.

"Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem

You'd rather cover up

I'd rather let them bleed

So let me be

And I'll set you free"

Jeff took over vocals as he started singing the chorus of Raise Your Glass doing the dance moves from regional's performance as the Warblers spread out through the cafeteria.

"So raise your glass if you are wrong

In all the right ways, all my underdogs

We will never be, never be anything but loud

And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks

Won't you come on and come on and

Raise your glass!"

Nick took over the vocals again and sang another part of Misery. Warblers ran up to tables at the part, apart from Nick and starting hitting them, some of the other students joined them as the whole lunchroom was into the performance.

"Why do you do what you do to me, yeah

Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah

Why do you do what you do to me, yeah

Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah"

The Warblers all stopped in complete unison and pointed directly at Blaine, somehow they knew exactly where he had moved too. Thad, Jeff, Nick and Trent and sang the lyrics in perfect unison as the rest of the Warblers continued singing the 'genagenin' of Hey, Soul Sister.

"You make me feel

Like I'm livin' a

Teenage dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep

Let's run away and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch

Now baby I believe

This is real

So take a chance and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back"

Thad, Jeff and Nick and the backing vocals dropped out as Trent sang a phrase from Somewhere Only We Know and let just Trent's voice fill the cafeteria.

"And if you have a minute why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Somewhere only we know?"

"Oh crap, my glass is empty

This sucks"

Jeff spoke the first couple of lines before singing the rest, the backing vocals coming back exactly where they left off, directly to Blaine. Jeff put an arm around his shoulders leading him closer to the middle of the cafeteria.

"So if you're too school for cool

and your treated like a fool

you can choose to let it go

We can always, we can always party on our own

So raise your, ah crap."

Across the room Thad came in, in perfect timing, true to Warbler fashion, with Teenage Dream.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaah.

You make me feel

Like I'm livin' a

Teenage dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep

Let's run away and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back

No."

The warblers were carefully walking back around the room making it back to Blaine to make a perfect circle around the curly haired boy who looked like he was about to start crying from the whole thing.

"My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch

Now baby I believe

This is real

So take a chance and

Don't ever look back,

Don't ever look back."

The boys stopped and all was silent before they all came in, completely acapella, together for the final part, with the same moves as the first time they performed it. The performance that would change everything, though they didn't know it at the time.

"I'm a get your heart racing

In my skin tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me

In my skin tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight"

They stopped dancing as they came to the final lines all facing Blaine to see him bright red and wide eyed, just like a puppy.

"Let you put your hands on me

In my skin tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight."

They ended in their usual stance; feet shoulder width apart and hands behind their backs. The whole cafeteria erupted in cheers for the boys.

Blaine looked around at all his friends before motioning them all to join him in a big hug.

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