Author's Note: Alright, here's the second part of Chapter 3. It's going to be pretty short as well, but please remember that it's only part of a chapter. I'm hoping to get a full chapter up sometime during the next week. Obviously, I've gotten a little off posting schedule in the past week, but it's time for midterms and all of that. Things are a little hectic!

As always, thank you guys so much for reading and reviewing. I'm still in shock over the response this story's gotten so far. You're all amazing.

Somewhere Only We Know

The table once again dissolved into a debate over football, though this time it was over McKinley's football program and coach Tenaka's rather pitiful training. Kurt fought a sigh and propped his chin in his palm as he fiddled idly with his pen, zoning out.

He was getting really tired of all the football talk.

He had just pulled out his phone to pull up a game of Temple Run when someone slid into the empty seat on Kurt's other side, drawing his attention. He glanced over distractedly.

The newcomer offered him a lazy smirk.

"Hey there, Gayface."

Chapter 3.2

Finn surged out of his chair, leaning across the table and dragging the newcomer from his chair with a fist curled in the other boy's blazer. "Don't you talk to him like that," he snarled angrily.

Blaine was standing as well, his expression absolutely livid. He came around the table to push the two boys apart roughly and immediately turned on the newcomer. "What is the matter with you, Sebastian?"

Nick moved over to Kurt with Jeff only a half-step behind him.

Sebastian just let out a huff of laughter, ignoring Blaine's betrayed scowl. The brunette didn't get a chance to respond, though, since Kurt suddenly stepped between the two boys to reach for his abandoned notebook. He scribbled something, quick and angry, before turning on Sebastian and shoving the paper into the brunette's chest.

Sebastian caught the notebook, lips twisting in wry amusement as he glanced down to scan the paper.

What is your problem?

Kurt's face flushed angrily when Sebastian's lips twitched in belittling amusement. "Is this really how you have conversations, new kid?" He held up the notebook pointedly. "Not exactly what you'd call efficient, is it?"

"Sebastian," Wes snapped, now rising as well. His tone was impossibly dark. "That's enough."

"Walk away," David added coolly, glancing uneasily between the group of boys and a table of teachers nearby who had taken an interest in the ruckus Sebastian's behavior has raised.

Kurt held his ground, chin lifted as he stared down the other teen. His temper only flared as Sebastian's smirk widened in response.

"Alright, alright," Sebastian relented lazily, holding his hands up in apparent surrender and taking a step back from Kurt. It was clear to anyone watching that the brunette was on the verge of laughter. "You can call your guard dogs off, new kid. I just thought I would come and introduce myself. After the fuss that your boyfriend Blaine made about you this morning, I was expecting…" he trailed off with a wry smirk. "Well, it doesn't matter now."

He turned, flicking two fingers in a parting wave. "I'll catch you later, boys."

Kurt glared after the other boy, face still flushed in both anger and humiliation. Behind him, he felt Finn remain tensed and knew without looking that his step-brother's expression was absolutely thunderous.

An awkward silence fell over the group of boys, and Jeff was the one to finally break it.

"And that, gentlemen, was Sebastian Smythe."

xxx

Sebastian claimed his seat in his third period Anatomy class, dropping his book bag by his chair and sliding into the seat smoothly. He shifted so that his left ankle rested on his right knee, slouching slightly so that his long legs would actually fit under the desk. His phone vibrated once from its place on his Anatomy book and Sebastian lifted the device boredly, flicking his thumb across the phone's face to unlock it and pulling up his newest text message.

He glanced up when Nick took his usual seat in front of him.

Nick wasted no time in twisting in his chair and offering Sebastian a disapproving frown.

Sebastian punched out a put-upon sigh. "You know I can only handle one lecture during the frame of an hour, Nick, and since I'm already behind in Anatomy…"

"That's your own fault for running off to France for two weeks," Nick dismissed, "What the hell is your beef with the new kid, Smythe?"

"Who says I have a beef with him?"

Sebastian returned his attention to his phone, pretending to be texting if only for an excuse to tune out Nick's lecture. The effort was of course fruitless, but Sebastian wasn't about to let the other boy know that.

"At this point?" Nick pretended to consider the question for a moment, tilting his head in thought before nodding as he seemed to come to some sort of conclusion. "I'd say about two-thirds of the school."

"Two-thirds, huh?" Sebastian drawled disinterestedly, "I think I'm insulted I haven't convinced the entire student body yet."

"You would be."

Sebastian smirked reluctantly at that, glancing at Nick momentarily.

"Seriously, man," Nick shifted a bit closer, his expression shifting into a concerned frown. "What was that this morning?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Just because the rest of you are standing in line for a chance to hump the new kid's leg doesn't mean that the rest of us share the sentiment."

Nick leveled him a look. "Do you have any idea how ironic that statement is coming from you?"

"I think I have an idea." Sebastian offered a tight-lipped smile.

At that moment the object of their conversation chose to walk into the classroom, clutching the strap of his book bag nervously as he made his way down the aisle towards the empty chair on Nick's left.

Sebastian's jaw set.

The new kid didn't bother to look up from his shoes until he was setting his bag down on the desk, and only then it was to offer Nick an unsteady smile in greeting. Sebastian's eyes narrowed when Nick only twisted to face Kurt and returned the grin in kind.

"Hey, Kurt," Nick greeted warmly, smile still firmly in place. "I'm surprised you actually found your way back here. Don't you usually get lost between Sanders' class and this one?"

Kurt shot Nick a playful glare, but it was without heat. Sebastian watched as the new kid sank elegantly into his seat and folded his legs- like a girl- before flipping to a fresh page in the notebook on his desk and quickly scribbling out a response before turning the page for Nick's inspection.

It's not my fault that your map is awful, Nick.

Nick's grin widened. "I told you to go talk to Wes or David about getting a better version. Wes is really into maps and stuff- he could probably actually draw you one that at least resembles Dalton."

Kurt grimaced at the suggestion.

"Oh, they're not that bad," Nick consoled teasingly, "They just think they're hot because they're seniors."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Tell me that the new kid isn't afraid of the stooges."

Nick and Kurt both glanced at Sebastian at that. Nick's expression was slightly wary whereas the new kid was openly glaring at him. Apparently Sebastian's presence had escaped Kurt's notice up until now.

Nick glanced at Kurt, gauging his reaction as he spoke a bit slowly, "I wouldn't say he's scared, just-"

Kurt held up his notebook, his expression a bit too-disinterested as he tilted it towards Sebastian without looking at him. Clearly, Kurt was still sore about the comment concerning his means of communication.

Sebastian tilted his head in order to read the other boy's neat cursive.

Upperclassmen tend to be dicks.

He punched out a surprised laugh and immediately wished that he could take the sound back. Kurt's glare had only narrowed and Nick was giving Sebastian another wary once-over.

"In the off-chance that that comment is aimed at me, new kid- I'm a junior, just like you. Ergo the reason that I'm in this drag class," Sebastian drawled, sitting back in his chair with a lazy smirk. "But as for Wes and David?"

He waited a beat, weighing his words as he gauged Hummel's expression. The boy was still watching him narrowly, but his frown had lessened.

"They're harmless."

Sebastian turned his attention back to his phone then, lips tilting into a leer of a smirk as he reads through the text awaiting him. He didn't bother looking up to see Hummel's response even when he saw the notebook lift from the corner of his eye.

Sebastian's five seconds of civility were over for the day.