Chapter 4

Sebastian Smythe wasn't a person that took an interest in other people or things easily, but today when he woke up in his hotel room in Columbus, he felt something important was going to happen. He had come back to the states to tour his school -which he had only ever been to once- and since his family lived in Chicago; his father set him up in a nice hotel to stay for the two days he was visiting.

He had enrolled at Dalton the year before, but before the ink could even dry on his enrollment forms he had applied for a study exchange, taking his chance to escape dreary Ohio before he had to be stuck in the country's most boring state. His family fully supported him, and allowed him to be shipped off to France for the year, hoping he would grow and develop into a fine young man. Of course, they were enrolling him into Dalton for that very reason but they assumed that being sent to a foreign country could speed up the process and help Sebastian grow out of his more… devious aspirations.

Sadly, attending school in another country where his family literally could not randomly pop in for checkups only helped develop his mischievous nature than repress it. Then he met Pierre, an older boy who helped Sebastian embrace his sexuality. The things he learned from Pierre were… not for people with delicate ears. Pierre was just a tutor than anything more significant, and when the older boy found a new student Sebastian hadn't minded. He learned all he could from Pierre at the time and they stayed good friends. Pierre loved hearing how Sebastian charmed boys to men with his quick-wit and dazzling smiles. It became a game between them in the end.

But now he was back to the land of the free and all that, to actually get to know his school for a week. Luckily, in the time it took him to walk from the parking lot to the main office, he liked what he saw. If he hadn't, he may have had to charm his way into another year abroad, maybe in Sweden this time.

The school was wealthy and had class, which was good. The uniforms weren't even half bad. He met the Dean for a few minutes and then was introduced to Thad Harwood, the vice-captain of the lacrosse team. Thad was friendly and Sebastian didn't mind him too much. He gave off a strong straight-vibe, so Sebastian refrained from hitting on him, which had become a second nature to him while abroad. Here in America, he didn't think the males would respond in the same fashion as they did in France… a pity really.

Thad showed him around the campus, pointing out the classrooms, the main cafeteria, the sports field, locker rooms, and finally to the dorm where Sebastian would live.

"I think you will like living here," Thad said with a grin. "You've already been added to the lacrosse team roster for next year, so you will have a room waiting for you in August. The whole building is state of the art; we have a gym, sauna, our own cafeteria and coffee bar. It's the best dorm on campus," He explained.

"Do the teams have a set time they can work out or…" Sebastian asked.

"Most coaches will reserve a time slot for the team to work out as a whole. But there's enough space and equipment for several other people to work out at the same time and not get in the way. Since it's Saturday, the gym will be pretty full all day. Off-season athletes like to hit the gym on weekends to stay in shape."

"Smart," Sebastian drawled. "Are only the athletes allowed to use the gym, or is it open to all Dalton students?" He didn't really care, but he figured he needed to show some interest.

"It's open to all students, but most of the ordinary students prefer to work out in the old weight room. It's small, but it was the only work out area before this place was built. I think they are intimidated to be working out surrounded by jocks, so they don't like coming here."

Sebastian hummed and gestured for Thad to continue the tour.

Thad reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out his key card. They entered the building and Thad gave a brief tour of the main floor and gym before they hopped in the elevator up. "All the rooms are doubles but you get your own washroom to share with your roommate. The layout is the same everywhere, so I'll show you my room so you get a feel for it."

Walking into the older boy's room, Sebastian could privately admit the school wasn't as bad as he first thought. He attended a few boarding schools and most times the living quarters weren't the best, but Dalton clearly liked to take care of their students. The room was large, a single bed on each side, a desk, a closet and shelves. Furniture wise everything was basic, but he could see how Thad and his roommate had added their personal touches everywhere.

"Something to remember before you move in is that once you get assigned your room that will be your room until you graduate. Don't think you can't pack or bring certain things because you will have to move it all out before summer vacation, because you don't have to. You can leave things in your room over the summer and it will be safe."

Sebastian leaned against the doorframe and smirked. "So I guess the guys around you didn't get the pleasure of seeing you struggle with that fridge every summer."

Thad laughed. "No, though some sure can't wait until I graduate next year. Drink?"

"Sure," Sebastian answered.

Thad opened the fridge to reveal water, sports drinks, fruit and some take away containers. "What would you like?"

"Water, if you don't mind," Sebastian answered.

He was taking a drink when he heard the door across the hall open behind him. Turning, Sebastian replaced the bottle's lid to see an older boy standing behind him smiling at him.

"You must be the new guy!" The boy loudly cheered. "Thad was complaining that he had to show the new team member around." The boy was tall, muscular, and made Sebastian think of a grinning grizzly bear that learned to walk and talk like a human, and got a nice haircut.

"I did not complain!" Thad defended himself.

Sebastian smirked again before wiping it from his face and turning towards his tour guide. "You didn't want to show me around?" he pouted. "I'm hurt." Sebastian put one hand over his heart and used the other to wipe away fake tears.

Thad didn't believe his act for a second. "Oh stop that," he said before turning to the older boy. "And you, what are you yelling for? You'll wake Harry."

The older boy's grin dropped a little but he tried to keep up his happy demeanor. "Nah, Harry left early this morning. His mother thought it best he spent the rest of the semester studying from home."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow in interest. "Who is Harry?" he asked.

The older boy looked at him and tried to wave the whole thing off. "He's my roommate, but I don't think we met new kid. I'm Donald Ellington, current captain of the lacrosse team."

"Sebastian Smythe," Sebastian reached his hand out to shake the captain's hand.

"Won't be much longer when you can no longer call yourself the captain of the team, eh Don," Thad joked.

Don smiled widely. "No not much longer. Then you will have the outstanding privilege of finally upgrading from lowly vice-captain."

"Once you get to Princeton you'll just be another nameless rookie, trying to make it with the big boys."

Sensing a mystery hidden somewhere nearby, Sebastian decided to push. "If you're roommate left early does that mean he will miss graduation?"

Don shook his head with a fond smile. "No, Harry is only a freshman. He has a few years before graduation."

"I see. So he will be my teammate come September."

Thad snorted. "Harry doesn't play lacrosse or any sport," he answered.

"Then what is he doing in the athlete's dorm?" Sebastian asked. This Harry character was a deeper mystery than he thought. Thad had told him that this floor was shared by the Lacrosse team and the soccer players.

"He's a model and his mother wanted him in the most secured dorm the school had. She paid extra for the school to accommodate him, and since my roommate transferred last year, I had an empty bed in my room."

Sebastian looked between the two before speaking again. "Normally I would assume he would be a prissy snob with diva-like qualities but you both speak so fondly of him…"

Don smiled and shook his head lightly. "I admit to being worried at first… I mean a model with a bunch of jocks? I thought for sure my room would get covered in glitter and pink. But, Harry's a pretty chill dude. I mean at the start of the year, a rival team stole our jerseys the day before we were to play them, but that was all Thad's fault. So Harry, he sent a few emails and within the hour he was making us replacement jerseys. They were even nicer than what we had before. He totally saved us. He's nothing like you would expect a model to be like."

"What did Thad do?" Sebastian asked, interested in both how Thad got their jerseys stolen and this Harry character.

Thad's cheeks developed a flush and he steadfastly ignored Sebastian's questions completely. "You thought he was going to be so bad you whined for a whole week before he moved in." Thad accused, deflecting the focus back onto the original topic.

"I didn't whine. I merely expressed my concern." Don defended himself.

"Dude, you were totally whining like a little girl."

"The only whining that week came from you when your girlfriend wouldn't call you back."

"I mentioned her once. You complained about Harry like every five minutes, reminding everyone that we may not be able to stop by your room anymore because it might disrupt the model's beauty sleep."

Seeing the two were starting to get into it, Sebastian slipped passed and into Don's open room. The room was just like Thad's, lots of sports and lacrosse stuff everywhere, except one side was different. Harry's side, for Sebastian couldn't see the lacrosse captain having shelves of fashion magazines and small bins of fabric laying everywhere. The bed was made, several sketch books lived beside the magazines, and a single picture frame was on the desk.

He picked the picture up and gazed down on who he assumed was Harry. The boy's hair as a mess of curly locks, he had a wide smile on his face, and green eyes so bright, Sebastian wasn't sure if they were real and beside him was a beautiful and regal looking woman. Sebastian smirked widely at the picture. "It seems I have found you my little vixen…" he whispered to himself.

Sebastian knew exactly who Harry was now.

Flashback

Sebastian sighed with relief once he sat down in his seat. He returned home to Chicago for Christmas, and like every Christmas when he returned from boarding school, his mother spent most of dinner berating him. His father would listen with half an ear, the rest of his attention focused on the files in front of him. When he wasn't compiling a case to send some convicts to prison, he was reminding Sebastian that he had a legacy and reputation to up hold. But now he was finally on the last leg of his return to France. He had a layover in New York, and now it was straight to Paris, a city without over-bearing parents.

He raised a hand to rub at his temples when his arm was jostled by a passing passenger. Opening his eyes to glare at the rude person, Sebastian's glare dropped at the sight of a large black man passing by. He was huge, and not in the 'I eat four big macs every meal' huge but in the 'Andre the Giant was my father' way. Sebastian cringed at the thought of such a large man trying to fit into the uncomfortable chairs in the terminal as he waited for his flight.

A small hand on his shoulder brought him out of his musings. Then another hand appeared before him holding a folded piece of paper, and finally drawing his attention away from Andre's bi-racial child and onto a much smaller and beautiful boy.

Taking the paper, Sebastian could only slightly gape as the impossibly beautiful boy smiled at him and walked away to go sit with the dark skinned giant.

I'm sorry, I hope you're okay.

The note was simple, but Sebastian appreciated it anyways. Not because he was hurt and the apology was needed, but because it gave him an opening.

Standing gracefully, Sebastian set his sights and locked on the beautiful boy. He looked around his age, and while he hadn't had much practice on boys his age –since most were still going through the whole 'am I or am I not gay' phase- he was still determined to make an impression.

The giant gave him a critical look as he approached but the boy put a hand on his arm and he backed off. Sebastian wondered what their connection was but he tossed that question aside for the moment. The boy was watching him with a curious expression, and Sebastian wasn't going to waste this chance.

"Hello gorgeous," he said as he reached hearing distance. Sebastian inwardly preened when he saw the light red hue appear on the beautiful boys face. "You look like you could use someone to talk to."

The boy smiled slightly and took out a pocket sized notebook. He wrote something quickly and passed the note along.

You are a sly one, like a fox. Unfortunately Master Fox, I don't speak so I'm hardly looking for someone to talk with.

Sebastian smirked. He was a fox indeed. "You may not speak but I still wish for a conversation with you. You're writing is just as beautiful as you face."

I fail to see how my chicken scratch is beautiful. Are you ill Master Fox? I fear you may be seeing things that are not there.

Sebastian took the empty seat beside the boy, closing the distance between them before he spoke again. "I assure you I am in perfect health. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and when I say something is beautiful, it must be since I rarely hand out such compliments."

It must be fate then that we met. You appreciate beauty alone, so my inability to speak renders me a pretty statue for you.

Sebastian frowned. "If I wanted to stare at beauty alone I would look in the mirror. Your face grabbed my attention first but your actions afterwards have kept it. Not many would apologize for another's actions or banter with them through written word."

The boy huffed beside him and wrote something down quickly.

You have a talent with words, Master Fox.

"I have many talents, shall we schedule a time for me to show you them all?" Sebastian asked. He was feeling giddy with how the exchange was going. He was… concerned at first when the boy said he didn't speak. It's hard to banter without speaking but the boy was doing an admirable job. Sebastian didn't even mind waiting each time the boy had to take time to write. It was new and interesting.

And where shall we meet? How about in this terminal in 2 weeks time?

Frowning at the slightly sarcastic tone he got from the note, Sebastian sighed heavily. "While I wish I could say it's a date, I shall be in France and unable to return for a number of months."

Then we shall leave our next meeting to fate. After all, it brought us together once.

"I don't like trusting important things to fate. A phone number or email would work better than fate, don't you agree?"

A mysterious twinkle developed in the boys eyes. Sebastian didn't think he would ever be able to identify what it meant, but he wished to see this boy again and that twinkle once more.

How about this one time, we trust fate. I travel to and from France quite often, it may not be long until our paths cross again, Master Fox.

He didn't want to agree, but he also didn't want to push too hard and forever scare the beautiful boy away. "I will agree to fate, but at least tell me your name."

Henri

"Sebastian." Leaning forward, Sebastian placed a small chaste kiss on the boys cheek. "A greeting and promise," he whispered as he pulled away.

Sebastian barely registered what happened when the boy moved quickly and kissed him on the cheek. The action was surprising enough but then he heard an answering whisper, "Until we meet again Sébastien."

The slight French accent and lisp applied to his name made him melt. The boy's voice was… well beautiful. He tried to compose himself but the voice, pronunciation of his name, and the kiss all combined left in a state he couldn't quite pull himself out of fast enough.

When he finally got himself together, the boy was already being escorted away by the giant.

End Flashback

He never expected to see the beautiful boy again, but it seems fate liked him, for the Master Fox had found his vixen.

Sebastian replaced the photo and as he pulled his hand away his arm brushed against a notebook. Looking down, he could see Henri's writing and half a conversation.

Maman says I can, but for now while the school updates their on campus security she would prefer I be back in France. The Dean is very upset about the holes in security.

I wish I could tell you, but I don't know who attacked me. All I know is that there were four of them. Maman is very upset… so is Kingsley. He feels like it's his fault for not escorting me all the way back to my room.

Violence isn't the answer

I don't know if it was Hummel. I can't accuse people without proof and neither can you. And, if it were him who were the other three? Warblers? Thad would be devastated. Please promise me you won't do anything stupid once I leave.

I'll miss you too. Next year, I don't think I'll have a roommate half as understanding as you have been.

Running his fingers over the words, Sebastian was more intrigued. This mystery was getting more interesting the more he found out. Before he would have kept an ear out to see how it developed but now that he knew Henri was involved, he felt a personal connection.

He wouldn't say he loved Henri. No, it was impossible to fall in love from one small meeting. On top of that, he was still young. It would be silly to fall in love when he has so many years to learn and grow still. But, the vindictive and cruel side of him was furious that someone –possibly this Hummel- could hurt such a stunning face like Henri's. They tried to destroy something that didn't belong to them, and Sebastian was itching to find them and have them arrested.

"See, I told you he didn't run away. He just wandered into my room." Sebastian heard Don say as him and Thad walked through the door.

"Dude, don't wander off like that. I thought I was going to get in trouble for losing you or something," Thad said with a laugh.

Sebastian looked at them and smirked. He tried to hide the intense need to call the police and get Hummel and all these 'Warblers' arrested. He couldn't act irrationally. He would need to do some digging and have a solid case before anything happened. "Sorry, you two looked like you wanted some privacy. My, my… I never knew people used verbal barbs as foreplay."

Thad and Don both balked causing Sebastian to laugh.

"Dude…. Not cool. I mean I got standards… do you think I would settle for this oaf?" Thad asked as he pointed towards Don.

"Oaf? If anyone is out of anyone's league, then I am mostly certainly out of yours," Don argued.

The whole thing started another spar between the two and Sebastian just shook his head. He was glad that the two weren't offended by his teasing and actually went along with it. He had encountered a few guys at boarding school who would freak out and start punching at the slightest hint of homosexuality.

"Should I leave and let you two put the room to good use?" he asked to break the argument.

Thad laughed again and shook his head. "It's cool dude. I don't think my girlfriend would appreciate me cheating on her with Don. If I'm going to cheat I should at least make sure the girl is good looking right? Or else that's just insulting."

Sebastian laughed while Don snorted. "If I were gay, Thad would not be my type. I would want someone pretty like Harry at least. Not someone who would remind me daily that we evolved from apes."

Sebastian picked the photo up again and admired it. "If you were gay, then you would have very excellent taste Don."

"I like to think I have great taste straight too."

"Do you? I've seen your ex…"

Deciding to cut off the next argument, Sebastian interrupted them. "Who's Hummel?"

Both shut up immediately and gave him weird looks.

"Where did you hear that name?" Don asked.

"Read it."

Don looked down at the notebook and glared. "You shouldn't snoop," he said.

"Couldn't help it, but who is this Hummel guy and why did he beat up Harry?" Sebastian would never apologize for something as trivial as snooping, but he wanted answers. He could apologize and play nice to get all the facts, but that wasn't really him.

"it's really none of your business," Don stated seriously.

"Ah… but I think it is. You see, my father is a States Attorney, and seeing evidence of a crime that isn't being investigated thoroughly irks me. Now who is Hummel and what did he do?" Sebastian turned and leaned against the desk. His arms were crossed and he gave the impression he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Thad looked uncertain but his story seemed to get through to the older boy as he was the first to speak up and explain things, which didn't surprise Sebastian. "Hummel was a fellow Warbler. He had some weird stalker like tendencies towards Harry…"

"And…" Sebastian prompted. He already didn't like the sound of this Hummel guy.

"Look, the police are already working on this case and its fine," Don cut in.

Raising a single inquiring eyebrow, Sebastian looked at the senior. "Have they questioned Hummel? You see the only reason I'm asking is because you must have said something to Henri about him being the attacker for him to deny it in this notebook. You seem to think it was Hummel and some warblers?"

Thad turned to his captain and looked upset. "You think the Warblers had something to do with this?"

Don ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "No I don't. Honestly I don't think any of them would do such a thing. But Hummel… you said yourself he was like Harry's stalker. Then he reported him and Hummel was mad at you and him for losing his duet or whatever. That, and you had a competition off campus and arrived back late… Harry was coming back late too. What if… Hummel didn't go to his dorm and was waiting for Harry to get back and then jumped him?"

The police said it was a random attack by some passing delinquents," Thad argued.

"What? They were just passing by and thought 'Hey that little guy over there looks like a nice punching bag' and then broke onto campus late at night to beat him up? How did they see him? Kingsley dropped him off in the parking lot like normal. They had to have already been on campus to see him. Why, why would they break on to campus so late at night and wait around for a random student to appear to beat up?"

Thad shook his head. "I don't know… but the Warblers would never beat someone up."

"I'm not blaming them. Look, Hummel transferred back to his old school a few days after the attack. You saw his old school at your singing thing… and there's other guys in his old glee club… I'm not saying he did it but… if he did then he had a good opportunity then to gather a group and wait for Harry."

Sebastian was taking mental notes at a furious pace. Thad seemed genuinely upset at the thought of his singing buddies being a part of the attack. Such a reaction helped Sebastian throw suspicion onto this rival glee club. Don had taken the time to think this through, and was making some valid arguments. Sebastian was impressed, but then again he was going to Princeton, so it's not like he is some gorilla trying to write his name with crayons. There had to be some brains in there.

"I think we can all agree that the Warblers didn't play a role in this. But, Don, if you have all these suspicions why haven't you told the police that are investigating?" Sebastian asked.

Don snarled at the question- an actual snarl that threw Sebastian for a loop since he's never actually heard a person make such an animalistic sound before.

"They won't listen. They think this was a hate crime. This is Ohio… do you really think they would actually try hard to find some bullies when they believe the victim was asking for it simply because he was gay? The second they saw Harry they told themselves 'Hey, he's gay. He deserves this'. If they did find the sick fucks who beat up Harry, they would probably shake their hands and send them on their way. They don't want to lift a finger to help, but to avoid a lawsuit they are saying it was a random attack and they have no evidence to point otherwise. I have told them to question Hummel. I've told them to look at security footage for any unregistered cars and they said they didn't have a reason to.

"The school wanted to put up more of a fuss but if they publically criticize the police, then they have to admit to their poor security. Harry's mother paid extra for her son's safety; there are many sons here with powerful families that would be furious to hear that their boys aren't being well taken care of. The school can't afford that. The school is trying to run a quiet investigation on their own, but the police aren't helping."

Sebastian clenched his fist in frustration. A part of him knew that they were still living in such a backwards society that gay people weren't accepted, but to blatantly ignore your job because the victim as gay was preposterous. The local police were lucky that they were in Ohio, because if this was Cook County, his father would make sure they all lost their jobs.

"Well, it's a good thing that through my father I have some resources that may help. I will find out what happened," Sebastian promised.

"Why are you doing this?" Don asked. The captain looked so sad and worn out after explaining everything, Sebastian honestly felt bad for the guy.

Looking back that the picture, Sebastian ran his eyes over the beautiful boy he met in an airport for a few short minutes. "Fate. I think fate wants me to solve this."

o.O.o

Grunting as he took off his gear, Sebastian couldn't help the small pool of excitement that was in the pit of his stomach. Practice had been good, and he was happy with how the team was shaping up. They were a great group of guys that all worked hard and got along great. They had moved in two weeks prior and spent every day since in each other's company training. They got some great plays down, they were developing some great teamwork, and the coach believed they had a shot at the state championship.

"Smythe!" his coach called as he entered the locker room.

"Yes coach." Sebastian said as he stood to grab the man's attention.

"Admin just dropped this off for you. It was too big to fit in your mailbox," the man explained as he held up a rather thick envelope.

Thad popped his head around the corner of lockers and gave Sebastian a significant look.

"Thanks Coach," he said as he took the envelope, completely ignoring the Hispanic captain.

"Sebastian, is that..." Thad trailed off.

"Probably, and we can look at it in my room," He whispered back.

When the duo finally made it back to Sebastian's room, after Thad had grabbed his laptop to video chat Don, they finally opened the envelope.

"So what did this private investigator find out?" Don asked.

Sebastian took out the first piece of paper and laughed. "Oh fuck… you have to be kidding me. Is this seriously what Hummel looks like?" He asked as he turned the paper towards Thad and then Don. It was a basic summary of the kid with his picture and Sebastian couldn't help but laugh.

Hummel was such a stereotypical gay that it made Sebastian's eyes hurt just staring at him. The boy styled his hair to great heights; a rock climber could probably scale it and plant a flag or promptly pass out from lack of oxygen. He was wearing what looked like a cut up grandma sweater sewn together with an old crocodile handbag. But the funniest part was the fact that he had such a bad case of gayface mixed with resting bitch face that Sebastian honestly felt bad for the gay community. No wonder they stayed in the closet… no one wanted to deal with the bitch fits this boy could no doubt throw out.

"That's Hummel alright," Thad answered.

Sebastian shook his head. "And you said he got a boyfriend? Fuck, the boy must have been desperate."

Thad frowned and opened his mouth to respond but then just shut it. Ignoring the response, Sebastian proceeded to read the information out loud so Don could stay in the loop.

At first glance he didn't seem like the bully type- he was the bullied type. Of course, that was just the impression he gave off in the pictures the P.I had taken. The more he read though, the more he could see that Hummel had a small violent streak. From a few recorded conversations he had, Hummel had a sharp tongue and no filter. He liked to degrade those around him and was highly judgmental. The P.I had interviewed a few McKinley students –discretely of course- and learned that Hummel had come to Dalton after being bullied out of school because of his sexuality and his involvement in McKinley's most pathetic club. Then he seemed to transfer back once the Warblers lost their show choir competition and went to Nationals with the 'New Directions' his original glee club. He looked through the pictures of the 'New Directions' and couldn't help but note that there were four guys, in okay shape, that seemed to be extra supportive of Hummel.

The most interesting read was about the boy's father though. He owned a garage and had taken out a loan and used all his savings to send Hummel to Dalton. He was still paying back the bank and it looked like he was a few slow months away from foreclosure. His father had married a woman named Carol, who had a son Hummel's age. He was on the football team and the glee club. He was large and looked like the slow type. The gathered test scores he had on the boy only confirmed it. His best friend was a delinquent named Noah Puckerman who had been to juvie before.

"The fact that he was bullied before is a major strike against him being behind the attack. No one wants to believe that victim would turn into an abuser. A lawyer could argue he can't possibly be the attacker since he's experience such treatment before and knows how it feels. They would go the emotional route to argue his case. The evidence of his temper would be taken with a grain of salt. We don't have the complete transcripts of what happened so it could be argued they are taken out of context. We would need a written or recorded verbal confession from Hummel or one of the guys from the attack," Sebastian explained.

"How would we get that though? Plus, we don't even know if Hummel is behind the attack. I don't want us to pursue this if we aren't sure," Thad spoke up.

"We can't just go after Hummel directly. I think it would be best to talk to the other boys in his glee club. They are the most likely suspects to help him attack someone. They are close to him, they have the muscle he would need, and they don't seem like the brightest bunch. We get one of them to slip some information and we can work from there."

"There's five of them though, which three helped Hummel?" Don asked.

Sebastian hummed to himself in thought. "We can rule out the wheelchair kid. There's no way they would have wasted time bringing him when he wouldn't be of any help. The file says that Sam Evans, has moved out of state. If he was part of the attack, we can't get anything from him. That leaves Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, and Mike Chang. The first two seem like the most likely out of the group… and Chang, he's been a part of New Directions for a while, he would feel a loyalty to Hummel, but I can't be sure. I'll have my P.I investigate Hudson and Puckerman more before we go forward with anything," Sebastian rambled off as he texted the P.I he had hired with his father's permission.

"I can't help wonder what Harry will think of all this," Thad mumbled as he sat back on Sebastian's bed.

"You will know tomorrow," he answered.

"What do you mean?"

Sebastian wanted to keep this a secret and protect Henri. He didn't want to drag up the attack and make the model re-live it just so Sebastian could satisfy his curiosity and need to take down others, but he wouldn't hide it. "He moves in tomorrow, and I won't lie to him or hide the fact that I'm investigating this. He deserves to know. And since we'll be roommate's I would prefer we be honest with each other."

The response he got from both boys was silence. He didn't mind. It gave him more time to read the information he received and process it. Honestly, the lives of some back water hick high school students wasn't all that interesting but he wanted to know everything he could on them before he struck.

"Are you gay?" Don asked suddenly.

Sebastian gave the older boy a look and nodded. "I am. What does that matter?"

The Princeton boy frowned at him. "You're not using this as some scheme to look like a hero in Harry's eyes are you? You're not using this vicious attack to make yourself look like some knight in shining armor, right?"

Sebastian chuckled. "Hardly. I'm afraid no matter what I do, Henri already believes me to be a master fox."

"You've met Harry before?" Thad asked.

"Did I forget to mention that?" Sebastian felt such a self-satisfied grin spread across his face at their reaction. Neither could shut their gaping mouths. "I even heard him speak."

Sebastian chuckled as Don started swearing under his breathe in amazement and Thad looked ready to faint. Ah, Dalton was more entertaining than he thought.


*nods head* Yup it's official... I have some very sadistic and blood thirsty readers. But I don't mind. Honestly, I'm looking forward to writings Kurt's future.