Obligatory Pre-fic Author Note:

Hi guys, Danni here, with a brand new fic in a brand new fandom. This is more of an ongoing verse than a coherent chaptered fic, so until I get a coherent storyline each chapter can effectively be a different fic in the verse.

Let me give you guys a little bit of background. This story started after the CSI episode Grant starred in, and gave me the thought that what if Sebastian had a twin brother that wasn't a dick. And so Tobias was born. He's got a full background and everything that will likely be released as time goes by, but if you have any questions or anything you can either review or you can also find me at my tumblr: . com. This was written before Michael came out, but I'm trying to follow along with canon as much as possible, so unless it's specifically stated this verse is only slightly AU.

Anyway, thank you for your time for reading this and I promise I won't overload you with author ramblings at the beginning of every chapter unless something important comes up.


Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or Sebastian, or any of the other canon characters in this story. I own Tobias and that's it. Nor am I ever planning on making any money with this story.


Sebastian Smythe was impatient by nature. He was used to getting what he wanted promptly and with little complaint. He could count on one hand the number of things he was denied, and today added another tic to that list.

The Warblers would not stop talking. Right now Sebastian wanted nothing more than to go home, but of course the Warbler meeting wasn't something he could get away with missing. The council, he's heard, was sadly empty without Wes, who could maintain order with just a tap of his gavel, and without that steady presence the meeting dragged on and on.

If he didn't know better he would say this was all happening just to spite him.

Finally getting tired of the argument running in circles (should they wear canary pins, or Dalton pins on their lapels at regionals?), Sebastian stood and held up his hands, waiting until the other boys' curiosity got the better of them and quieted down to let him speak.

"As exciting as this is, gentlemen, we are not going to make a decision tonight. I move that we sleep on it tonight, make a vote tomorrow, and then resume this argument when we're all better prepared for it."

There was a flurry of conversations around the room as they debated, and to Sebastian's relief the motion was agreed. Within ten minutes he was striding out to his car at a pace that was only slightly too dignified to be called running.

Home was half an hour away from Dalton, which normally was a good thing. Far enough away that he didn't feel tied to it, but close enough that he could drop by whenever he wanted. Right now he cursed every minute as he sped down the highway.

Sebastian had the presence of mind to actually park and turn off his car before heading into the house, and here he slowed, nerves curling in his stomach now and making his knees feel like rubber. He could hear his mother in the kitchen, but he would greet her later as he moved up the stairs to the bedroom that had been left unused for the past six months. He stood outside the door for several moments. Now that the time had come he was almost afraid, unsure of what he would see.

Taking a breath, he screwed up his courage and rapped his knuckles on the wood before he could talk himself out of this. He had been waiting for this moment all day, and he was being stupid hesitating now.

He turned the knob after hearing the faint 'come in' from the other side, and his eyes fell upon the figure sitting up in the bed. Looking at Tobias was almost like looking in the mirror, though his brother's skin with scarily pale, and the other teen had clearly lost weight since they last saw each other. But the eyes were the same, and the smile that lit up his brother's face when he stepped in…

His heart jumped into his throat and Sebastian was across the room before he could think, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Tobias. He felt himself smiling as he took his brother's hand, unable to give words to the relief flooding him.

Tobias beat him to the punch though and scooted himself over so he could climb up next to him. "You're looking dapper, Bas." His brother's voice was weak, but fond, filled with as much emotion as Sebastian was feeling.

Sebastian complied, wrapping his arm around his brother's shoulders and chuckling. "Welcome home, Toby," he murmured into his brother's hair. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.