A/N: It's me again! Thanks to the people that read and reviewed my first chapter! Here's chapter 2! This explores Sebastian's first day at Dalton. It introduces both some new characters and more familiar ones. However, the familiar ones may have different characterizations than is usually written, so don't be surprised. It also reveals a little about Sebastian's childhood. Don't worry if you aren't getting the complete picture of Sebastian's past (that's the point!) More will be revealed as the chapters progress, and later, there will be an entire chapter where Sebastian explains EVERYTHING. So be patient, please! :) And get excited because in Chapter 3, we finally get music! Again, I don't own Glee (nor its characters). Hope you enjoy! :D

Wait did he say left or right at the smaller staircase? The hell? All these staircases look exactly the same! What is this hallway? Why is that guy running through it in slow motion? Okay, focus, Sebastian. You have three minutes until class starts.

Sebastian tried not to look too frantic going up and down the halls of Dalton. It was his first day, and he didn't want to be known as that new kid that showed up late for class. He walked at a leisurely pace, exuding an indifferent demeanor, but internally, he was near hysterical. He was already coming into the school two months late and couldn't afford to miss any more classes.

Two minutes. Sebastian's worry turned into anger as a dead end forced him to walk back through the doors he just came out of and turn left into a hall before yet another set of stairs. What idiot designed this damn school anyway? he thought, looking down at the lazy scribbles on his map of the school. He instantly regretted not paying full attention to the professor who gave him the directions.

"Hey dude, are you looking for something?" Sebastian looked up to see a tall, slim blond pulling a book from his locker.

"Just room L107, but I got it," Sebastian smiled. "Thanks, though," he said giving the boy a wink and starting off towards the other end of the hall. The boy gave him a look of surprise and amusement as Sebastian passed by him. With a quick chuckle the blond leaned his back against his locker and called after Sebastian,

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure L107 isn't in the M wing." Sebastian stopped. He waited a second and turned around to see the guy pointing a thumb at the door directly beside him. Forgetting his possible tardiness, Sebastian slowly sauntered over to where the boy was standing. The guy crossed his arms over his chest with a smug look as he tried to stifle a laugh. Sebastian looked him in the eyes as he passed him again, trying to read him. The blond raised an eyebrow in realization. Sebastian gave up and decided he was probably late enough. He pulled the door handle and walked in as the blond shook his head in amusement.

The entire class looked up at Sebastian and stared. The professor caught glimpse of him and looked irritated that her students' attentions had been shifted.

"I'm sorry, class. I didn't realize Mr. Smythe would be the one grading your papers." The students' eyes widened and snapped their attention back to the front of the room. "Thank you. And Mr. Smythe, can you take a seat please, you're disturbing my class." The door opened just as Sebastian began to make his way towards the back of the classroom.

"Jeff, again? Your locker is literally two feet from my door. Does Dalton need to instate a class entitled Punctuality 101 for you and Sebastian to enroll?" she scoffed, clearly amused by her wit.

"Sorry, Mrs. Edwards…" said a smiling voice.

You've got to be kidding me.

"…I was busy helping out a friend," he said passing Sebastian grinning even wider.

"Well now I know which class is going to be my favorite," Sebastian grumbled sarcastically as he pushed his was through two rows of students. He spotted a seat in the fourth row (a few rows away from this Jeff guy), sat down, loudly dropping his messenger bag on the floor in frustration. A few boys near turned towards him, and Sebastian shot them his most intimidating glare. The guys quickly turned back around to focus on the lesson.

The rest of the class passed in a blur. All Sebastian heard was that a 5-page paper on The Great Gatsby was due next Monday. Luckily he already read the book in the summer out of boredom. After the bell, Sebastian picked up his bag and glanced over at Jeff. He was too busy texting that he didn't even notice that class had ended. Sebastian clicked his phone. No messages. He clicked it back off and headed out the door.

Sebastian looked at the rest of his schedule. AP US History, Physics I, Lunch, AP Calculus BC and finally French Literature and History. God, this going to be a long day.

When Sebastian made it to lunch period, he was both relieved and exhausted. He didn't expect the teachers to be so unrelenting when it came to make up work. He had countless US History chapters to read, an essay on the Revolutionary War (Not truly a revolution. Defend or refute), to complete 5 labs, make up the first history exam and basically had to teach himself the fundamentals of Physics since he missed the introductory segment. He didn't even have time to scope out his potential hookups. Dalton was turning out to be a lot different than he imagined.

As Sebastian followed his classmates towards the dining hall, he overheard a faint sound coming from an open classroom. He looked around to see if anyone else noticed, but each student was chatting loudly with his friends through the hall. Sebastian pushed through towards the classroom, not caring that he was disturbing the hall traffic. When he got to the door of the room, he could clearly hear the noise.

There was a sound of steady beat boxing that Sebastian saw was coming from a large guy with light brown hair in a kind of faux-hawk. He was providing a beat to some snaps and a harmonious series of dum's and doo's coming from two others. One was a tall, athletic-looking black student with a perfect smile, and the other was a shorter, chubbier guy with perfectly-coiffed chestnut hair. Sebastian stepped away and continued his journey to the dining hall for lunch.

After grabbing a grilled chicken panini in the dining hall, Sebastian walked confidently past a number of tables with available seats aiming for the empty table in the back.

"Hey, we have an open spot!" waved a cheery read-headed boy. Sebastian considered pretending that he didn't hear him, but decided against it. Oh, what the hell, he conceded, turning back and joining the redhead and his friends at their table.

"I'm Matt!" he projected (a little too enthusiastically) into Sebastian's ear.

"And I'm literally two inches away from you," Sebastian snapped. He reached down to take a bite of his sandwich.

"Oh, sorry," Matt spoke quieter. "So you're Sebastian, right? The new guy? Well, I just wanted to welcome you to Dalton. You're gonna freaking love it here!" Sebastian slowly rose his head to reveal a face of irritation that went unnoticed by Matt.

"We all were actually just going over to our Pop Culture Club meeting. You should come! It's TV Trivia Monday! You can be on my team. Not to brag, but we totally dominated last week. The bonus question was about Gilligan's Isl…wait…wait…where are you going?" Matt asked as Sebastian suddenly got up from the table and headed towards his initial destination in the back of the room. He sat down at the empty table and set his messenger bag down in the seat next to him.

And that's what I get for being nice, he shook his head making a second attempt at his sandwich. He was about to take a long-awaited bite when a group of three guys suddenly sat at his table and immediately began talking. Sebastian threw his sandwich down in frustration. They ignored the action and started introducing themselves.

"Hey, man, I'm Joe."

"Carter."

"Will."

"So word around the school is you're pretty good at lacrosse. We can use another upperclassman on the team. We lost a lot of seniors last year, and we don't need freshmen or sophomores thinking they can start. Nothing against them, but we need guys with experience, you know?" said Joe. It was clear he was some sort of leader of the team.

"And we already talked to the coach about it. He actually hates guys coming in half-way through the season and usually makes them ride the bench," Will chimed in. "But he agreed to let you practice with us on Friday, and if you're good enough…"

"Of course he's good enough," Joe snapped, giving Will a what-the-hell-are-you-doing look. "So what do you say?" Joe asked turning back to Sebastian. All three guys looked at him expectantly.

Sebastian thought about his options: sitting at home after school everyday doing homework, avoiding the ball of sunshine that's Daniela and enduring awkward interactions with his father OR going to practices and games for his favorite sport, having an excuse to come home late and having a group of guys he can, at the very least, talk to while at school.

"Eh, I'll think about it."

"Okay. Fair enough. Just, you know, try to get back to me with your answer before Friday. Gotta give the coach a heads up, you know?" Sebastian cringed at the repeated phrase.

"So," said Carter, who hadn't spoken during Joe and Will's attempts at recruitment. "Heard you're from Paris, man, that's pretty sweet." The others piped up in interest.

"Yup," Sebastian answered, nonchalantly taking a sip of his water. He coolly gave them a rundown of his life in Paris, emphasizing the parties and drinking while ignoring the bit about his parents' divorce and his new stepfather.

All three guys were immediately impressed and continued to shower him with questions. Sebastian tried not to laugh at their eagerness. Wow, so they want to be my friends that badly? Jesus Christ, can they be anymore desperate? he remarked to himself as he continued to humor them.

"So tell us, dude, how are the French girls? You must've gotten laid constantly. Pssh, more than any of us in this place that's for sure," Will said looking around at the other guys in the dining hall. "So jealous." The other two nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I did." The guys excitedly leaned in, expecting a story of his conquests. "But not by French girls," he smirked.

Well, that'll scare them off, Sebastian thought after seeing the guys slowly but eventually putting two and two together.

"Soooo like Italian girls then?" Will asked, nodding even more impressed. "Niiiice." Joe and Carter stared at Will in disbelief.

"No, Will. I'm gay," he said slowly as if he was speaking to a toddler.

"Oh," Will said, realizing finally. Carter was still shaking his head at him.

"Well, this was fun, boys, really. But I have to go now. So good luck finding someone else to add to the team. No hard feelings for you guys rescinding your offer," Sebastian said getting up with his bag over his shoulder and tray in hand.

Turning away he heard a resounding "WHAT?" The guys were shocked.

"Why the hell would we rescind our offer?" Joe asked. Sebastian turned around slowly, confused.

I looked at myself in the mirror. And I. Looked. Good. I don't know why I always thought my Cub Scout uniform was hard to put on, but today, I did it all by myself. I walked downstairs towards the kitchen with a proud look on my face. I was excited to show off my success to my dad and baby sitter, Walker. Especially Walker. I smiled and blushed as I thought of his reaction. This was my first time getting it right. Right in time for my first campout with the troop, too. After 3 years of missed chances, my dad was finally able to get off of work to come with me! But before I got past the dining room, I heard their voices in the kitchen whispering. They sounded like they were having a serious conversation. I put my ear to the wall.

"So what did they say?" Walker asked in an uncharacteristically worried tone.

"They requested that we not come to the campout," my dad replied. He sounded upset. After an awkward silence and a deep sigh, he continued. "And they asked that I remove him from Cub Scouts all together."

"What?" Walker exclaimed, echoing the same reaction I had. "Why?"

"He said he's just looking out for the welfare of the rest of the troop. With that sexual assault scandal in Troop 129 last month, he just wants to be safe."

"Safe? Sebastian's only 10 years old! What the hell do they think he'll do?"

"Walker," my dad said trying to calm him.

"I'm sorry, sir. But I can't believe this. So now what? Do they want me to go to this boy who's so excited for this trip and tell him he can't go because they think he's gay, and they need to 'protect' the other kids? This is bullshit," he said storming away from my dad.

I couldn't hold back the tears. I slumped down and pulled my knees to my chest. Walker pushed into the dining room still angry, but when he saw me, his face softened. He slid down the wall next to me and put his arm around my shoulders, his eyes red from crying as well.

"I'm sorry, Bud. But if they don't like who or what you are, then to hell with them! Who needs 'em."

"Why the hell would we rescind our offer?" Joe asked. Sebastian turned around slowly, confused.

"W-what?"

"Why would we take it back? We NEED you, man," Joe said with a pleading look.

"But I just told you guys I'm gay," he said as if the implication was obvious.

"Okaaaay?" Joe smirked finally realizing Sebastian's confusion. "But I'm not seeing the connection between those two statements, Sebastian. Carter?" he said smiling at his hungry friend.

"Homophobia doesn't exist at this school. Zero-tolerance bullying policy, dude," he said scarfing down his fourth slice of pizza. "I'm guessing you didn't read the pamphlets."

Sebastian was still taken aback.

"So what do you say?" asked Joe again. "Will you think about it?"

After a moment of hesitation, Sebastian replied. "No."

The boys' expressions fell.

"…I'll be there."

"Score!" Will exclaimed pumping his fist in the air.

Sebastian turned to leave.

Joe beamed.

Carter smirked.

And Will whooped. "See you on the fields, man!"