Hey guys! Happy holidays!

I'm back once again with a new story. (Another one about Sebastian.)

This story is a co-write/collaboration between me and aliqueen16, one of my greatest friends on this site. So shout out to you, Ali!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter one.

Sebastian's POV.

It was late in the afternoon as I walked into McKinley High. There weren't many students still in the building, but that didn't matter. I as there for one in particular. Rachel Berry.

Rachel Berry had been a pain since I had first met her, the annoyingly persistent girl tried to keep me on my toes by starting a prank war between her wannabe Glee Club and my Warblers. It was so stupid, especially after the slushie incident a month ago. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the reason she called me here was so she could prank us back, even though the Warblers had called it off after Blaine's injury.

"This better be important, Berry." I told her, walking into the choir room. "I have more interesting things to do than listening to you whine about how you didn't get the solo."

Rachel smirked and stood up. "You know," she started, walking closer. "When I first met you, I knew there was something off about you." She said.

I took a step back and chuckled. "I could say the same thing, Berry. " I remarked, crossing my arms. "I don't see what's so important about that."

She inhaled deeply and held her head high. Like it was going to make her look authoritative. Which seemed impossible with pink argyle sweater she was wearing. "You need to forfeit." She commanded. "Say that Dalton was hit with some virus, or come up with some excuse. But I don't want to see you at regionals."

I laughed. Who did this girl think she was? "Please, Rachel." I began, trying to catch my breath through the laughter. "Why would we do that? Besides, you don't have anything on the Warblers that would warrant us being disqualified, and I'm not about to forfeit."

She smiled, an eerie, evil smile. Making me tense and stop laughing. Rachel was mean enough, this smile probably meant something worse. "You know, I've noticed something about you, Smythe." She said, causing my gut to clinch. There was something way too calm in her voice. "One of your legs is different from the other."

My heart skipped a beat, but before I could deny her claim she was speaking again. "This one right here." She said.

I fell to the ground with a cry. It hurt, pain pulsating from my toes to my thigh. She had kicked me, and it was agonizing. "No, please..." I begged, as the tears in my eyes cascaded.

She smiled, and continued to kick my leg. "Rachel! Stop!" I screamed, trying to get away from her. I could barely move my leg, the second I tried it was like I was being stabbed.

She leaned down and grabbed my hair, pulling me up so I could see her. "Look here, Cripple." She started, and I winced at the name, and the pain. "You're going to forfeit regionals. You and the Warblers are going to come up with some reason why you can't perform. Maybe you ran out of hair gel, or your blazers got damaged. I don't care what it is-"

"Let him go!"

I looked up to see their glee club director, Will.. something or other, and their principle.

Rachel looked down at me and smirked. "Okay." She said, letting go of my hair.

Will walked over to me. "Hey," he said, helping me stand. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, knowing that I was lying. I wasn't fine, I really didn't want to be moved off of the floor.

Their principle walked closer to Will. "William, call the New Directions." He told him, then turned to me. "You need to stay here, I need to speak with your principle."

I nodded. Whatever this was, it did not sound good.

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