A/N: Enter Sebastian! My personal favorite, and this story takes a bit of a turn for the Seblaine, but still very Niffy. I don't own Glee, cuz if I did it would be gayer than it already is. And, um, enjoy. :D
Chapter Seven:
"Sebastian Smythe, what a douche. He was so douchey. He looked like a douche, he sounded like a douche, he acted like a douche, and then he showed up to Warbler practice. And he was a douche there, too."
"Is Blaine back?" Jeff asked.
"Uh… I don't think so?" Nick replied.
"Then we've got a new neighbor," Jeff said. He pressed his ear to the wall. "He sounds tall. And cute."
"Excuse me?" Nick asked.
"I mean, tall, just tall," Jeff retracted quickly. "Definitely not cute at all." He pressed his ear closer, listening to the stranger, then mouthed Oh, My, God.
"I can see you," Nick said, frowning.
"You gotta listen," Jeff said, indicating a space of wall. Since they'd pushed their beds together there was a large space of open wall good for listening.
"Is that French?" Nick asked, quietly. Jeff nodded vigorously. "What is he even saying?"
"No idea," Jeff said. "But, ohh."
"Okay, we're going to have sex, then we're going next door to meet this guy," Nick said.
In his room, Sebastian was on the phone with his mother while he unpacked. She being 100 percent Parisian, they were arguing in French. The conversation was going something along the lines of Sebastian defending his decision to return to the States, and his mother asking him if he was sure he didn't want to stay in Paris with her. No, he didn't, definitely, because she was rather involved with a nice man named François, but Sebastian and François didn't get along, because of some of Sebastian's habits to bring a different guy back to the house every other night.
"I'm fine, mother," Sebastian burst out, in French. "Dad's already paid for this school, and I'm not going to get kicked out this time, I swear. It's my last shot, but I'm a grown-up now. I'm fine." His mother squabbled back at him, also in French. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Talk to you later. Bye, Mom."
He ended his phone call and tossed the phone at his bed, before jumping after it, sighing.
"Though it would be nice to have some friends," Sebastian muttered under his breath, this time in English. He'd been raised bilingually, but had lived in the States his whole life excepting the last year he'd spent in Paris with his mother. (His parents had gotten divorced when he was 12.) His father lived in Chicago, and Sebastian had gotten valiantly expelled from 9 boarding schools across the midwest in the last five years. This was the last one Mr. Smythe was willing to pay for.
A knock on the door. Confused, Sebastian got up to answer it.
"Hello," Nick said, making his way into the room. "Love what you've done with the place. I'm Nick Duval, your neighbor." Nick gestured at the wall to his and Jeff's room. "Welcome to Dalton."
"Um, thank you," Sebastian said.
"How do you like it so far?" Nick asked.
"It's… it's nice," Sebastian said. "I like all-boys schools."
"Me too," Nick said. "I would love to introduce you to my best friend, roommate, and boyfriend, but he's a little tied up at the moment…"
"Kinky," Sebastian said, grinning. Nick blushed a little.
"Anyhow, I hope you know you're in the dorm room of the man, the myth, the legend, Blaine Warbler," Nick said. "It's gonna be a museum someday, so don't mess it up too bad."
"Blaine Warbler?" Sebastian asked. He vaguely remembered something about a Warbler. "The show choir?"
"Yes, I am interim Captain of the Warblers," Nick said. "Do you sing?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Sebastian asked. "I try to shy away from stereotypes, but show choir is my weakness."
"Fantastic," Nick said. "We actually have an opening. Why don't you come to the senior commons around… six tonight, and we'll see if you can walk the walk."
"Great," Sebastian said. "Thanks, Nick."
"You're welcome," Nick said. "Welcome to Dalton. Don't mess up the room." He left.
"There were go, now we're talking," Sebastian said to no one in particular. "Show choir and some friends." He looked up at the ceiling and whispered, thank you.
"Good news," Nick said, walking back into his room. "He is definitely cute. And tall."
"Never doubt my ears," Jeff replied, grinning. "Now get over here." He tried to gesture at Nick, but he was, after all, a little tied up.
"Who gives the orders?" Nick asked, raising his eyebrows.
"The one with the rope," Jeff replied. Nick raised his eyebrows a little more. "You do, Nicky."
"That's what I thought," Nick said.
"Warblers, please settle down," Nick instructed, experimentally banging the gavel. "I always really wanted to play with this." He banged it a few more times, then David stole it from him and placed it on the desktop. "I'd like to introduce our newest member, Sebastian Smythe." The double doors of the library opened, and Sebastian swaggered down the steps. "Sebastian, this is everybody, everybody, Sebastian." The guys all said hello to Sebastian, who took a seat in one of the vacated chairs. "The main purpose of tonight's meeting is to discuss the matter of the Warblers Captaincy. I can't be the only one who noticed Blaine didn't appoint me."
"Think you were the only one," Thad said. "He probably meant to and just didn't say it."
"Formal elections for a new Captain will be held in six weeks," Nick said. "Anyone who wants to run against me can feel free to… In the meantime, I am the interim Captain. As usual on Monday, I think we should perform our annual first-day-of-school number. All those opposed? Good, passed."
The council meeting went on and on, and finally Nick called a break. He went to talk to Trent and Thad about something or other, while Jeff hovered by the council's table. The rest of the Warblers talked amongst themselves. Sebastian, however, after a quick survey of the room, strode up to Jeff, offering him his hand to shake.
"Sebastian Smythe."
"Uh… Jeff. Sterling," Jeff replied, shaking the offered hand. Sebastian was rather uncomfortably close and Nick was starting to notice. "What's up?"
"Nothing much, just noticing you," Sebastian replied smoothly.
"Um… I'm flattered," Jeff said, "and I'm sorry if I accidentally hair-signaled you, but I'm taken."
"Doesn't matter to me," Sebastian shrugged.
"Clearly," Jeff remarked. "And really, I'm flattered, but Nicky's sort of protective of me, and I'd hate for you to get your ass kicked on your first day."
"Well, if you're sure," Sebastian sighed.
"Absolutely," Jeff said. Sebastian turned on the spot to look at the other Warblers.
"Which flavor do you recommend, then?" Sebastian asked.
"Of these guys? I think only me, Nick, and Trent actually go that way," Jeff said.
"That doesn't matter to me either," Sebastian said.
"Have you met the Captain of the Lacrosse team?" Jeff asked.
"Maybe?" Sebastian replied.
"His name is Chris, and he is fantastic," Jeff said.
"Thanks, but I don't do relationships," Sebastian said. "I am going to screw every guy in this school, including you and your little boyfriend, just a fair warning."
"Well… good luck," Jeff told him.
"Who is it today?" Jeff asked as Nick leaned against the wall, listening to the noise in the next room.
"Sounds like Thad," Nick said.
"That man has no boundaries, honestly," Jeff said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, Thad has very few morals," Nick said.
Sebastian had already banged five of the thirteen Warblers, and more non-Warbler Dalton attendees than Nick and Jeff cared to keep track of, by the time he met Blaine.
"Jeffrey, my room, let's go," Sebastian instructed. Jeff shot a look at Nick, then followed Sebastian next door. "Blaine. Tell me everything you know about him. Now."
"Um… he's mondo-talented? Used to be lead soloist, but he transferred to be with his boyfriend, Kurt, who is even more protective of Blaine than Nicky is of me…"
"That's it?" Sebastian asked.
"Well, he used to live in this room. He was Captain and head of the council for like a day until he transferred. He likes Maroon 5 and Katy Perry. He's a dog person. His favorite color is red, but then green, and then dark blue. He lives in Lima, and his favorite place to get coffee is the Lima Bean. His order is a medium drip, and sometimes he puts a little cinnamon in it. And you're making me sound like a stalker, Sebastian."
"What about the boyfriend, then? Are they close?" Sebastian asked.
"I think they're becoming one person," Jeff laughed. "Personally, I like Kurt. Why do you even care? Blaine doesn't sleep around, I doubt he and Kurt have moved passed holding hands yet. And you don't seem like the holding hands type."
"I'm not," Sebastian said, running his hand through his hair. "Alright. Thank you, Jeff, you have proved most useful. You may go."
"Just like that?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, just like that. Why?"
"I just thought you were going to collect me," Jeff said.
"And you were just going to let me?" Sebastian laughed.
"No. Maybe? Didn't think I'd have a choice." Sebastian laughed again.
"Not today, sweetheart," Sebastian said. "You're pretty much my only friend here, even I'm not stupid enough to frig that up."
"Maybe if you weren't such a douche, you'd have more friends," Jeff suggested.
"Yeah, yeah, get out," Sebastian said. Jeff didn't need telling another time.
"And supposing he does eventually try to 'collect' you?" Nick asked, incredulously. "Are you just going to let him?"
"Of course not," Jeff said. "I thought we had a discussion about sex being between people who love each other, or, in our case, Niff each other."
"I distinctly remember all eight times we had that discussion," Nick said.
"Don't you trust me?" Jeff asked.
"Of course I do, it's him I'm worried about," Nick said. "Is that Trent?" Jeff pressed his ear to the wall briefly.
"Sounds like it," Jeff said. Nick and Jeff looked at each other for a few seconds. "Maybe he just wants more information on Blaine." Nick didn't say anything, just pressed his ear against the wall.
"Sometimes, I feel bad for Trent," Nick said.
"Why?" Jeff asked.
"He's so adorably innocent," Nick said. "Just keeping calm and carrying on, even though he has all those pent-up feelings for Blaine. He's never… Well." He stopped talking again and sighed. "Sebastian is not a good guy."
"Obviously," Jeff replied.
"They're just talking," Nick said, closing his eyes to briefly thank God. "I will hurt Sebastian if he even thinks about getting Trent."
"What about me?" Jeff asked.
"I thought you could handle yourself," Nick said.
"I can," Jeff said.
Finally, six weeks had passed, and the formal elections for Captain were held. Nick hadn't thought anyone would run against him, but he was wrong. Someone did have the audacity: Sebastian Smythe. Even worse, he won, eight votes to six.
"I must say, this is an unprecedented turn of events," Sebastian remarked, taking a seat at the front of the room, on the council table. "Thank you to Nick, you were a worthy adversary." Nick nodded in his direction. Sebastian mimed tipping a hat. "I'm so glad, I have lots of ideas for Sectionals…"
"I hate him," Nick said to Jeff later. "I hate him. I really, really hate him."
"He's not all bad," Jeff said. "The guys probably just see him as more fun than you."
"I'm trying to uphold the legacy that Blaine and Wes left for me to maintain," Nick said. "They trusted me. I am a total failure."
"No, you're not," Jeff said. "You're amazing, and beautiful, and not even Sebastian can take that away from you, because you have something he never will."
"Class?" Nick guessed.
"My Niff," Jeff said, kissing Nick's forehead lightly.
"Why can't you just be a normal person and tell me you love me?" Nick asked.
"Because I Niff you," Jeff replied. "It's better."
"And while I appreciate that, it wouldn't kill me to hear the words 'I love you' every once in a while," Nick said.
A/N: dun dun dun... So okay. If you're still reading this, mind sending me a review to let me know? I know there's a lot of people who have it on alerts, and you're all awesome people, and I'll keep updating eventually even with no reviews, because I think people who refuse to update until they get x amount of reviews are just the worst kind of people, I'd just like to get your opinions, make sure I'm still a good writer... That sort of thing. xoxo
Samantha.
