Hi hey hello long time no see! I have returned with something very different from my usual Klaineyness. Sometimes things change and sometimes you just really want more Sebastian Smythe in your life. So here you go enjoy mwuah!

Sebastian Smythe is an inconsiderate asshole who never falls in love. Ever. So, then, why does his entire world suddenly turn upside down at the sight of their newest warbler?

Sebastian Smythe walked the halls of Dalton Academy like he owned the place, and, let's be real, he did. Not only had he banged 87% of the student body and 15% of the faculty, he had most of them back begging for more. He was hot, and he knew how to flaunt it. He hardly ever asked for anything, it was simply handed to him on a steamy plate. Captain of the warblers and lacrosse team, what else could he ask for? Who needed love or friendship when was perfectly fine the way he was?

But there was always something more, deep inside of him just waiting to burst out. Like there was some part of life that he hadn't experienced yet, some secret that hadn't been quite revealed. Something he felt a spark of every time he saw Nick and Jeff hand-in-hand, or just so happened to walk in on one of his mother's favorite Lifetime movies. Something…

Sebastian's thoughts were immediately cut when he smashed into a very flustered Thad. Well, more so like Thad smashed into him.

"Sebastian! Mr. Kingsley has called warbler practice at 5pm today. Don't be late!" Thad sing-songed, as he quickly scurried away. Mr. Kingsley was hired as a vocal coach, intended to bring the local rockstars to a win at nationals. So far, he had done a splendid job, as they had just recently won sectionals.

Sighing, Sebastian gathered his things that had been littered across the floor, and continued to Biology II, images of a mystery face flashing in his subconscious, barely noticed by the tall young man.

"You need a man, Sebby." Nick stated, plopping onto his roommate's bed, conveniently scattering his French notes. Looking at the intruder through his lashes, Sebastian chose to ignore the intrusion and continue his French. Minutes passed, before he finally sighed and closed his book. Nick's gaze hadn't left Sebastian since he arrived, and he was intent upon not wavering.

"What, Nick?" Sebastian caved, turning his attention to the warbler sprawled across his olive-green bed spread.

"You. Need. A man." Nick repeated, his gaze intent upon the taller of the duo. Sebastian knew he was right. It had been weeks since his last sexual encounter. To be quite honest, it was starting to bore him. The same old thing, repeated over and over. Different faces, yet the same story.

"Sorry, not all of us rely on cock like it's a drug." He countered, quickly packing his things and exiting the room. He wasn't sure where he was going, just that he needed to go somewhere else. This is Sebastian, throwing a cutting remark and running away from the truth. He felt bad for snapping at Nick, but honestly, he should be used to it now. Sebastian Smythe doesn't have friends, or relationships for that matter.

The cool wind hit his face as he pushed open the double doors to the courtyard. A light snow was sticking to the ground, the white making him feel like he was suffocating. He glanced around and noticed a boy and a girl, hand in hand, snogging under mistletoe. Hurrying down the path, he walked until he couldn't walk anymore. His thoughts whizzed, things like "You'll never be good enough for that." And "You're nothing but a little cockslut, you'll never have feelings." Trees span around him, and his feet were stumbling down the rocky path. He had reached the other side of the campus, a secluded bench surrounded by leaf-less trees, before finally giving in.

Sebastian Smythe didn't cry. But for some reason, the entire world was caving in around him. Everything was spinning, and he had no idea why. His face buried, he tried closing the world out, shutting his mental blinds. Yet still… flashes of the same mystery face danced through his subconscious, and Sebastian simply no longer had the will to fight.

5 pm came quickly, and Sebastian managed to pick himself back up. He plastered his famous smirk onto his face, and strutted to the warbler's hall. When he arrived, Nick caught his eye. The gaze lingered for a moment, until Nick finally broke away. If Sebastian had feelings, he would feel bad for hurting his friend. But he didn't, and Nick wasn't his friend, so he found a nice secluded chair and plastered his best "I'm too good for this shit" expression across his flawless face. His peers were speaking to one another in hushed voices, some looking around anxiously. Nobody seemed to know just why they had been called in. As Mr. Kingsley walked in, the room grew silent. He began talking about their win at sectionals, and the upcoming strife they had in store if they expected to make it to nationals. Sebastian's attention was elsewhere, hoping that this would be a simple pep talk. The vocal coach's voice drifted through the air, yet Sebastian couldn't seem to avert his gaze from the snow falling softly out the window.

"… So I introduce you all to our newest warbler—Blaine Anderson!" Snapping back to reality, Sebastian turned to look at their newest addition. Locking eyes, Sebastian's entire world froze. There was nothing but hazel, hazel, hazel as his thoughts quickly spiraled out of control.

It was like in the movies, when the girl and the boy's eyes meet in the hallway. There's romantic music, the people surrounding them suddenly locked in time's grasp. Like the only two people in the world are those two and nothing would be able to separate them. After centuries, their gaze broke, and for some reason, Sebastian Smythe felt like a new person.

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