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"Dude, so much happened while you were gone."

Jeff's excited grin and the glint in his eyes reminded Blaine that the Warblers still seemed to have an insatiable appetite for gossip, much like the New Directions. And it seemed they had the same loose lips as well.

Blaine leaned forward and took a tentative sip of his coffee. The brown liquid was lukewarm and bitter, and he made a small noise of protest before pushing the offending cup as far away as possible. Ever since news of The Breakup had reached them, the Warblers had began boycotting the Lima Bean in a silent gesture of support and defiance. Blaine appreciated it immensely, as he was sure he couldn't bear to set foot in that place again. But the result of said boycott lead to various long (and often unrewarding) treks to small, local coffee shops in search of a new hangout. Unfortunately, Blaine had yet to find a semi-decent drink anywhere that had lived up to his high standards. He shot a final glare at the styrofoam cup and turned to Jeff.

"Like what?" He asked curiously. In all honesty, Blaine had about a million questions burning in his mind. At the forefront was the mystery that was Hunter Clarington and Sebastian's evident dislike of the new captain.

"Well," Nick cut in from beside Jeff as he took a sip of his own drink. His nose wrinkled in disgust. "God, that's awful. It tastes like liquid shit." He handed his cup to Jeff, who downed the coffee without complaint. "Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Well...Hunter came to town. That shook things up."

"Yeah, what happened? Why isn't Sebastian captain anymore?" Blaine asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant. He leaned back against his chair and played with his striped tie in faux boredom while Jeff and Nick quietly argued over where to start the story. Jeff abruptly leaned forward and dramatically launched into his account of what transpired while Blaine was at McKinley.

"Is everyone here?" Sebastian asked as he lounged against the desk. He absentmindedly played with the gavel Wes had left behind upon his graduation. Unlike the other boy, Sebastian didn't think it necessary to use the stupid thing, and opted to throw it at anyone if he ever got too irritated. But he mostly just toyed around with the thing.

"I think so," Trent affirmed with a slight glare. Ever since the slushy incident, the pair had never seen eye-to-eye for the rest of the season. Not that Sebastian even liked Trent in the first place. He really couldn't stand the "sassy" Warbler who seemed like a cheap knock-off of the already cheesy, stereotypical-gayness that was Lady Face Hummel. And it seemed like their feud would hold true once again in the new season.

"Well, then I officially call this year's first meeting of the Dalton Academy Warblers to order," Sebastian said with a small nod. He toyed with the gavel, running his finger over the smooth wood surface, while he scanned the crowd of blazers in front of him. It seemed they had all of the same Warblers from last year, with the exception of the graduated seniors. That thought brought an overwhelming sense of relief to Sebastian. He had been secretly worried that the Warblers would all hate him and abandon him this season, but it seemed like they were willing to take a chance with him. And for that, he was eternally grateful. Of course, he'd never admit this out loud.

Trent stood up and adjusted his striped tie. "As head of the council, I present to you the official Warblers Cabinet for our upcoming season." He glanced around the room for a moment before he continued, "My name is Trent and I am the head of the Council. I help keep things running smoothly and rock-salt free."

A nervous laugh shifted through the crowd.

Yep, Sebastian thought, Sassafras still hates me. He folded his arms over his chest and did his best to look impassively nonchalant. A few nervous sophomores glanced over and he glared back, daring them to speak. Their eyes widened and they frantically looked away. Sebastian felt his smirk broaden unashamedly. As far as he was concerned, his reputation for causing bodily harm to those he disliked would help keep things in order.

Nick stood up next, a huge smile on his face. "Hey everyone, I'm Nick. I'm the Upper Division Chair. All things junior or senior-related should be reported to me." He took his seat once again, which was, not surprisingly, next to his best friend's.

"I'm Jeffrey, but for the love of God, please call me Jeff." The tall blond grinned that idiotic goofy smile of his and the whole room laughed in response. "Despite the fact that I'm a senior, I'll be in charge of anything Lower Division related. So sophomores and freshman, I'm your guy."

The room laughed again and then everyone fell silent, turning to Sebastian expectantly. His breath caught in his throat and his mind blanked. He wasn't planning on introducing himself. As much as he hated to admit it, he was terrified that he wouldn't be accepted by the Warblers. Sure, he was arrogant and smug and had a reputation for having a distinct lack of apathy towards Dalton. But it was all an act his damned ego forced him to keep. And he played the part well, in his opinion.

He cleared his throat and grimaced slightly, trying his best to shape his lips into a smile. The gesture felt unfamiliar on his lips, so he dropped it. "Hey everyone. I'm Sebastian, your captain. I'd like to thank you for allowing me to continue to lead you all. It's an honor and a pleasure."

"Pfft," Trent snorted. Someone, most likely Nick, kicked his shin and Trent fell silent for the duration of the meeting.

The rest of the meeting ran smoothly for the most part. Things went really downhill at the end.

"Well," Sebastian said as he clapped his hands together to get everyone's attention. The Warblers fell silent and gradually returned their attention to him, their conversations dying out. "I think that just about covers it for today's meeting. If anyone else has something to—"

"Sebastian Smythe?" A voice asked from the doorway. Sebastian glanced up in surprise. Standing in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest was Dalton's Headmaster. It was an unexpected visit, and Sebastian could only assume he didn't bring good news. However, he hadn't done anything yet worthy of possibly being expelled, so Sebastian could only hope it wasn't about him. Regardless, he did his best to emulate an air of suave confidence as he turned to the Headmaster.

"Headmaster Warren, sir," Sebastian said with a small nod. "May I help you?"

"Would you come to my office, please?" Was the response Sebastian received. He wasn't surprised, he figured Headmaster Warren wouldn't want to share whatever he wanted to say in front of the Warblers. They kind of had a reputation for being gossip whores. And by "they" Sebastian was referring to —of course— Jeff and Trent.

"Of course, sir," Sebastian replied fluidly, languidly. He tried his hardest to project an aura of carefree nonchalance. He had nothing to hide, nothing to fear. And he wanted everyone to know that. Especially the Warblers, who were looking at him as if he had been sentenced to death. He nodded to Trent, silently signaling to him that he was in charge for the moment, and followed Headmaster Warren to his office.

When Sebastian entered Warren's office, he was surprised to find another boy already there, not in the Dalton. The boy stood up immediately, nodding politely at the headmaster while completely ignoring Sebastian. His posture was stiff and rigid in a formal manner. Sebastian could only assume he was from a strict home or military academy. Or something along this lines. That, or this kid had a major stick up his ass.

"Sebastian Smythe, meet Hunter Clarington."

"And then what?" Blaine asked, his eyes wide.

Jeff and Nick exchanged a quick look that instantly had Blaine suspicious. "We don't know," Jeff said finally after a moment's pause. "That's all Sebastian would tell us. Apparently, the headmaster told Sebastian Hunter would be the captain. No exceptions. Hunter was given full control of the Warblers and that was final." Jeff flipped his blond hair out of his face and shrugged. "It sucks, but what can you do, eh? I mean, it's our senior year, Blaine. We shouldn't let trivial things like who runs the Warblers get in the way."

Blaine couldn't help but agree with Jeff's words. It was theirsenior year after all. Blaine did want the best year possible. He wanted to sing with his best friends, make amends with McKinley, become friends with Sebastian once more, and maybe even convince Kurt to give him another chance. He'd do it, and more. And he'd have the best senior year ever.

Blaine should have known things wouldn't be that simple.