A/N:

Seems I decided to go along with trying to write this after all. I have more of an idea for the next chapter than I did for this one, so it might seem kinda filler-y. And eventually there will be a cover image, when stops deciding to log me out when I upload it. eh.

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The next few days in Sebastian's life were sort of a blur. He went to classes, and got lost, and went to more classes, and had to go to the office to 'check in' or some bull. Like his parents even cared that much, they just liked making their problems someone else's. Throw enough money around and you could do it with anything. And now, they'd done it with Sebastian.

He figured it was only a matter of time.

Speaking of time, he had to kill some. Because he knew if he went back to the room, or was in it when Jeff and Hunter returned from the Warblers, he'd get another pleading rant from Jeff about joining with big puppy-dog eyes, while Hunter sat on his bed and seemed to passively watch the whole ordeal for no reason what so ever. The conflicting thing was, Sebastian did genuinely like music, and he wasn't half bad at singing even though his range was stuck in this awkward place between a high baritone and a lower tenor. Just, he remembered public school. And people had a tendency to dump juice and ice and rocks on the kids in that Glee club, and he wasn't about to deal with that here, even if it might give him something productive to do. And Hunter and Jeff hardly looked worse for the wear.

Wait, was he really arguing for joining? Blaine would laugh at him, then say something overly ridiculous like 'I told you so', and just make Sebastian have even more of a maddening crush on his taken-self.

Wandering around, Sebastian somehow ended up in one of the older sections of this particular building, that had apparently originally been a house. The bottom landing had four doors, one of which Sebastian knew was a conference room of sorts, the second was something the AV/IT department used, and the other two... well, he wandered over to find out.

And was greeted with what had to have been original building. The walls weren't even so much walls as mirrors with indicate patterns carved up and down the sides like lattice, where as the ceiling was decorated with crown molding that would have looked positively enchanting if it had been restored correctly with all it's rose-tones and faded blues. The lightening at least seemed to be rewired somehow into the chandeliers, though he wasn't sure if their intricately cut glass designs were more or less interesting than the hardwood floor. His parents had hardwood floor in their penthouse in New York, but not like this. This was patterned, and worn in a way that looked like it must have been used for dancing. His parents floor wasn't even something he was allowed to walk on unless he was wearing socks and they weren't at home.

He got so caught in following the pattern, he accidentally backed into the wall. Which moved. Promptly causing his scared shit-less ass to fall on the floor.

Ok, breath Sebastian, breath. It could be a hallucination, right? All the mirrors.

He slowly, very slowly turned his head, and there, a perfect line along one of the dozens of bars up the wall, was a crack. Sebastian grabbed onto the side of the wall, and used it to leverage himself up. Looking through, he found there was another room there, much like the one he was currently in, only there were windows, two sets that looked like perhaps they were once doors to walk out onto the lawn, and far in the left side, there was a piano, and was that...

His breath caught. Impossible.

He looked at the wall board he was holding onto, no handle no notch or leverage, so he just, pushed on it. And not to as much of a surprise as it should have been, it delightfully slid into some hidden area inside the rest of the wall. As if this was always meant to be a door, and never a wall. Strange, but interesting. He'd have to read something on architecture about it, because he was more than interested now in all the potential nooks and crannies this school could have for him to explore. And use to benefit, ah, other less school-approved activities.

But first, he had to investigate, because what he was seeing really couldn't have been there. He scuttled along the pristine floor cloaked in silence, and when he stood next to it, hesitated, but only for a moment. The top was long and curved, free of dust much to his surprise, and the pillar supporting the sound box was probably just an inch shorter than he was.

They had a concert harp. Dalton had a fucking concert harp.

And Sebastian wondered if anyone had actually ever used it for anything.

He tried the first string. A C-sharp. He could work with that. He tried the second, and was given a D-flat. Sebastian let out a near audible groan. No, apparently it hadn't been used recently at all, even maybe even perhaps ever. It wasn't even in tune with itself. And with six and a half-octaves worth of strings, he'd be here all night. He'd probably even still be here all night if he had his mother to help him, and she knew more about instruments than he did.

But well, it wasn't like he had anything else to do.

So he pulled over the piano bench, and tucked himself in for what was sure to be an aggravating assault on the ears.

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Some time later, when Sebastian was nearly three-forths of the way done, he heard what sounded like scratching, and looked up. His body tensed. He wasn't even sure if he was allowed to be in here or not, but he didn't see anyone when he looked around.

His first thought was perhaps he'd ended up the side-character in a horror movie and was about to die.

His second thought was, that the first one was completely and utterly ridiculous.

But he kept hearing the scratching. It sounded like it was from behind him actually, and he stood up and took a quick walk around. Until he heard, was that hissing? Confused, he looked under the piano. There was a somewhat upset looking white cat, or mostly white cat given the black splotch on it's front, with wide, green eyes. He'd probably been tormenting the thing as long as it'd been under there.

He blinked and it, and the cat blinked back.

Sebastian had never had a cat, in fact had never had any pets what so ever, as 'they'd make a mess of the house, dear', so he wasn't really sure what to do with or about it. It didn't have a tag or a collar, not a visible one anyway, though he knew some people put GPS chips in there pets now, and if anyone in Ohio had one stuck in a cat, it'd probably be someone who'd send their kid to Dalton.

"Hello cat." He said. It sounded awkward and silly, and he hoped the cat felt awkward and silly, so it wouldn't just be him. He sat on the floor across from it, as it was currently sitting on the piano petals, which really, didn't make sense to him, but then again he'd never heard of a cat making any sense to anybody.

"I am trying to fix it you know."

The cat meowed back.

"Well, don't be such a puss about it." Sebastian said. Then paused. "Maybe that's what I'll call you, Mr. Puss."

The cat hissed at him. Sebastian smiled.

"For the record, I think you'd be better as a roommate than Clarington anyway."

Sebastian looked at his watch. Curfew started a half hour ago. And he wasn't even up to anything particularly invigorating. He was not getting in trouble for this.

"I'll be back tomorrow." He said, and left back the way he came.

And it felt, oddly, like the cat was watching him.

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Having slunk back through the school in the dark, which was far too easy of a thing to do, and he was not particularly coordinated while sober, he arrived at his room with little to no fuss. Though, that didn't last long. He hardly got the door open before Jeff was shutting it behind him as asking a thousand questions at once.

"Jeff, I'm fine."

"I didn't say you weren't, but something could have happened to you, Sebastian."

"It's the middle of the week, and we're on a private school campus. Unless someone burns their hair on a straightener and sets off the fire alarm while it's snowing, I think we're fairly safe."

Jess just gave him a peculiar look he couldn't quiet place.

"Hunter's not with you?"

"I haven't seen Clarington since this morning at breakfast." Sebastian said. Actually that was a lie, they had an Advance Placement History together, which was fourth block, but that didn't count because that was not voluntary. Then again, breakfast wasn't either, that was Jeff's idea. "What, does mister rules and regulation have a bad habit of wandering around after dark?" That, Sebastian could get behind.

Jeff shrugged. "Not really." He mumbled. "Look, I just want to sleep alright? I can't do that if we're not all at least in the room when it's lights off."

"You could just sleep at Nick's, I don't think he'd mind."

"Hunter! Fucking hell, can't you knock?"

Hunter quirked and eyebrow. "Last I checked this was half my room too, Sterling."

Sebastian hadn't even heard Hunter open the door, but found them standing far too close together, and for once that weirded him out and he backed up.

"It's thirds you ass." Sebastian added, not missing the fact Hunter, apparently, still thought he didn't exist.

Jeff looked at Hunter then at Sebastian, then at Hunter again. "Are you sure you weren't somewhere?"

"Yes."Sebastian said, sitting on his bed. "Besides, you had Warblers together didn't you?"

"Yeah, but..."

"But I went to have a little talk with Trent over our lovely 'kangaroo court', don't you remember, Jeff?"

Sebastian was lost. "My brother doesn't go here."

"Your brother doesn't exist."

And Sebastian was up, and his fist was hovering inches from Hunter's face locked in the other male's grip, before he even knew he'd reacted. So Sebastian kneed him in the balls instead. Hunter, for his lovely performance, sounded like a drowning sewer rat trying not to hiss. And Jeff, bless his soul, had a mortified expression that could have best been used on The Scream painting.

"Don't you dare say anything about my brother again."

"Ok, ok, Sebastian he wont. Right Hunter? You wont." Jeff was clinging to Sebastian now, as if that's stop him from using all the things he learned about how to hurt someone on Hunter. He didn't need Jeff for that. He had himself. He had the memory of bruises and long forgotten scars that made him feel as if his legs looked better in clothing than out of them. He might have kicked Hunter, but he also knew, given the other males build and assumed previous training, he could never hurt him.

"I'm going to sleep on the floor in the middle of you both if I have to, stop glaring."

"Wasn't."

"Don't lie Smythe, it's not attractive."

"Didn't know you cared, Clarington. Maybe you should take a look at your own notes."

"Enough already." Jeff said, sounding completely exhausted. "Trent's a member of the Warblers, he can be more than a bit sassy when it's not warranted, and is more than a little sensitive to some of the things Hunter says and kind of over-reacts. I think you'd know about that." Jeff looked at Sebastian, Sebastian only huffed. "Anyway, he didn't mean your brother at that part, but," Jeff folded his arms and looked over at Hunter, "the rest of it was uncalled for."

"Duelly noted." Hunter said. "Now stop playing at being King Arthur and go to sleep. You're getting moody."

Jeff turned the lights out on all of them in protest, but that was alright, Sebastian was used to getting changed in the dark.

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A/N:

Slightly longer than the first chapter, and here we got to meet Mr. Puss. It's that nice?

Also, has anyone ever used AO3? I'm thinking of putting a copy of this there as well.