Hi everyone! I actually freaked out every time I got a review, fav story, story alert, view For every single one! I actually didn't go to sleep the first night and my parents are having serious thoughts of putting me into an mental ward... Ok, but now I'm kind of nervous that this isn't going to be as good as you hoped so yeah... Well here's the next chapter!
"Sebastian! Hello to you! Want to help us slushie some of the glee members outside the chorus room?" The familiar voice drifted right from the other side of his locker door. Barely managing to keep from slamming his math textbook (1) down (which was being used by sixth graders in another district… well half of the kids couldn't even read in 11th grade), he managed to paint a disappointed look on his face.
"Sorry man, I have to go and help my dad out at the shop. Maybe next time." He hitched up his backpack and gave a weary smile to Fred and George (they did not have red hair or were biologically related. But they did look similar).
"But you're never with us! You haven't even had the honor of slushying that Kurt guy. The one with the really high voice."
Keep calm. If you punch them, you'll get punched back harder. His fingers barely relinquishing the death grip they were giving his backpack, he gave a rueful smile. "Someday guys. I'll see you later."
This was how it always has been for Sebastian Smythe. Being an awesome younger brother at home, and being the indifferent popular lax champion at school. Kurt got it and thankfully understood. But ever since Finn had entered the picture, and Kurt had finally gotten over that crush, let's say he's been feeling a little guilty. Kurt and Finn weren't even related and Finn looked out for him even better than he could ever.
Sighing at his complicated life, Sebastian slid out his phone and quickly sent out a text to the new directions
The weasley twins are armed and are going to duel outside DA- Padfoot
Yes, they exchanged information in code and with Harry Potter terms… Does anyone have a problem with that? No? Ok good. None of his other 'friends' had even heard about harry potter, so it was all good. Besides, if anyone were to find the names of New Directions in his phone… that could lead to awkward conversations.
Some of the members wanted him to be Wormtail, but he wormed out of that. He allowed himself a small smile at that. He wasn't someone who constantly switched sides, no matter how many times Kurt teased him about it. He was sacrificing himself and if anyone found out, they would beat him up, kick him off the team (even if he was their best player), and who knows what else.
He smiled as he got a text from Fleur, code name for Quinn. The pretty blond was the only one who understood his popularity problem.
Thanks, any tips on how to stop them?
He replied as he slid into the back seat of the 3:30 bus. This was the chance everyone had been waiting for.
Send out Dumbledore :)
"Okay guys, I think we're getting there for sectionals. Any questions before we call it a day?"
The teacher looked around at the eerily quiet choir room. Everyone was tense and staring at the door with grim faces.
"Mr. Schuester!" Rachel hopped up with her arm pointed straight in the air. "My dads told me that they sent a package for you."
"A package?"
Santana groaned, for real. "Okay, I have had enough of you trying to take the spotlight. You have a decent voice for a midgit, but there is no way you are going to take away my spotlight by bribing your way into a solo." She muttered a few choice phrases in Spanish that … really shouldn't be repeated. Sam kicked her chair to calm her down. Getting mad at Rachel, while tempting, wasn't worth ruining their plan.
"-And you need to bring it back for the entire group to enjoy."
"That's great Rachel, but why do I need to get it?"
"If one of us got caught with it… we would probably be banned from sectionals and thrown in prison for life."
"Uh Rachel?" Will Schuester was almost always easily bought by Rachel and today was not an exception. He believed almost anything she said or did, and being the good and honest person that he was, he was pretty worried about this. He flung open the door with teenagers in chairs trying not to make their spying too noticeable.
The poor man barely got a look at the lockers across from the door before two extra large slushies hit him straight in the face. They dripped cherry and grape flavored ice onto his brand new vest.
"Oops. Sorry Mr. Schue! We thought you were one of the glee losers."
A plastic cup cracked over George's skull. "George! He leads those idiots, remember?"
"Oh yeah…"
"FRED, GEORGE! We're going for a field trip."
"Really you're not mad? Is it to the zoo?"
Once again, the Spanish teacher wondered how these boys were getting high enough grades to stay on the lacrosse, swim, and cross country teams. "Something like that."
He didn't notice the figures sneaking out of the room and to their cars.
"It was hilarious Seb, they actually thought they weren't getting in trouble!"
He snorted. "Of course they didn't. Wait, did it get on his vest?"
"Yep, and it was a new one too, horrendous, but better than most. Pass me the ranch will you? I need to hide it before dad gets home."
The two brothers were tossing together a salad and preparing some other healthy food before everyone got home. Sebastian had unfortunately been set between obeying his dad and letting him have a hamburger or obeying his brother and forcing everyone to eat some sort of vegetable and fish. He didn't know who to be more scared of.
"Oh and Seb, thanks for warning us. The dye would have been impossible to get out of my clothes."
"Is that what they were?" Sebastian asked in mock surprise. "I thought you had ripped off the drapes again and turned yourself into Kurt Von Trapp again."
He got whacked in the head with a spatula for that remark. " I was six thank you very much."
"Well, anyways. It's the least I could do for my older brother." Before Sebastian had transferred schools last year, Kurt had convinced his dad to let him use their mom's maiden name so Sebastian wouldn't get harassed like Kurt did. Their dad had agreed after much debate on Kurt's part.
There was brief lapse of awkward silence before Finn came lumbering into the room. "I'm hungry," he announced.
Sebastian groaned a little internally and he also saw Kurt's shoulders slump a little. He answered as he put the olive oil back into the cupboard. "Finn, our parents aren't home yet and we haven't even finished dinner. You can help set the plates if you want."
Finn blinked. "You want me to help."
"Sure." Sebastian turned back around to see Kurt's frantic kill-the-conversation-now-before-something-bad-happens motions. Too late he remembered Finn's past help in the kitchen. He was just mouthing sorry to his panicking brother when the first plate smashed onto the ground.
"Oops."
Kurt looked like he was struggling to keep from throwing the fish and frying pan at someone, it didn't matter who. "Finn," he started in a strained voice. "Why don't you go and see what the score is for whatever sport is on right now for Sebastian."
"Ok. Sorry about that."
He lumbered out of the room, oblivious to the death glare Kurt had turned on their brother.
"Sorry Kurt! Don't get mad at me! I saved your clothes from getting slushied today remember? You have to love me for that!"
The sigh that came was Kurt's signature one before he got into one of his speeches. Honestly, the kid could have been some kind of national debate champion or something. Sebastian quickly slid out his phone to film another one of Kurt's tangents.
"Thanks Seb, but honestly, I don't know if you can keep this up for much longer. No matter how dumb everyone is at McKinley, it's just going to be sooner or later before someone finds out everything. Someone can hack into your phone and even though all of our names are in code, it's still going to be weird telling Austin or the weasley's that you know malfoy's cell phone. And what were you thinking about, letting Finn help. Now we have to clean this up too."
He continued for a good fifteen minutes while carefully gathering up all the shards from the plate Finn dropped. The camera just kept rolling along from its place between the paprika and rosemary.
The speech started winding down and he stopped the video. That was when Sebastian noticed something. "Kurt?"
"Yeah?" came a weary voice from underneath the table
"The fish is burning."
A/N: I have no idea how you're supposed to spell slushie/slushy/adjghasf so don't mind that :) So yeah, the plan is that there's a tangent in every story kind of... Oh and (1) my school used the math textbook they used in the first season for our eighth graders... so that's either really good for us or really bad for them...
So Klaine, Seblaine? I think I've got it mostly figured out. For those of you who have a preference... I'll work something out :) Also, prompts for other ideas are welcome! Heads up, this is going to be a longish story...
Oh and does anyone else think Grant should be Finnick?
- chocolate-notes (oh and you know, those things called reviews, well they're very helpful for a girl who's freaking out over tests and whatnot) ;)