A/N: This chapter is still setting up the scene for everything, but a definite plot will arise. The Glee season 3 stuff will come in pretty soon, too, but Sebastian needs to get established first! :) As always, I don't own Glee, please review, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and the next one will be coming soon!

Sebastian was still going over what occurred at lunch as he made his way to his locker.

Zero-tolerance bullying policy, huh? He repeated. "Maybe Dad's decision to enroll me here wasn't as arbitrary as I thought." He began to consider his father's intentions. Did he know what Sebastian had been going through in the past years? Was he trying to protect him?

Sebastian was so deep in thought that it took him a while to notice the large groups of students rushing towards the Senior Commons. Sebastian decided to ignore them and use their preoccupation as an opportunity to get the books for his afternoon classes without the locker hallway chaos. But as he passed the large open doors the students were filing into, he stopped.

He heard the same melodious dum's and doo's that the three guys in the classroom were practicing before lunch, but there seemed to be many more added voices. He looked into the room and saw that it was bursting with energy. It was overflowing with students who were dancing and grooving along to the music. Sebastian was able to push his way to the front in order to identify the cause of the excitement.

About 15 guys dressed in the same blue and red blazers as him (and most of the other students) stood at the front of the room in a close formation. After a few seconds of only background vocals, a short guy with gelled, dark hair stepped forward and began to sing the opening line:

I was so high I did not recognize
the fire burning in her eyes
the chaos that controlled my mind

The guys began to move in perfect sync, stepping from side to side in time with their snaps. They were a little too stiff for Sebastian's taste, but the other students were eating it up. As he scanned the performers, he recognized the faces of the beat boxer and two singers from the classroom. They were singing enthusiastically, clearly enjoying their classmates' cheers.

Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane
never to return again
but always in my heart

At the last line, the lead singer was joined by a tall blond as they harmonized the chorus.

This love has taken its toll on me
she said goodbye too many times before

No fucking way.The second lead was none other than Jeff. He had one hand on his chest and sang with all his might. He was good, and the other lead's voice blended perfectly with his.

And her heart is breaking in front of me
and I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore

He danced his way back into formation and laughed as his friend high-fived him as he joined back in with the dum's.

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oooh

The singers broke into soft oohs as the lead sang the next verse passionately.

I'll fix these broken things
repair your broken wings
and make sure everything's alright

(It's alright, it's alright)

The tall black guy who was practicing with the two others stepped out of formation with a determined look on his face as the lead singer continued with the verse.

My pressure on your hips
sinking my fingertips

He took off running between the soloist and the group…

Into every inch of you
cause I know that's what you want me to do

Running towards the couch, he jumped on the arm and, did a perfect backflip in time with ending line. The audience went wild.

This love has taken its toll on me
she said goodbye too many times before

The guys broke out into the crowd all singing the chorus and encouraging them to clap to the beat.

And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore

Like the rest of the students, Sebastian was caught up in the excitement of it all. He clapped enthusiastically as he rocked from side to side.

This love has taken its toll on me
she said goodbye too many times before
and her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore...

The dark-haired soloist broke off into another Maroon 5 song as the group repeated the chorus.

And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

Yeahhh…

The song faded out just as the group rejoined at the front, placed their hands behind their backs and slowly lowered their heads.

A massive cheer erupted from the room. The students all got up to high-five and congratulate the performers. Sebastian stayed back and watched the joy that radiated from the boys.

"Excuse me!" yelled the tall African American boy that flipped off the couch during the performance, trying to silence the room. "Hey, everybody. If you don't know, we are the Dalton Academy Warblers."

A resounding cheer echoed through the Commons.

"Because of some traitors…I mean transfers, there is an open spot in the group. We were debating whether to fill it immediately because we thought said person might return, but we've finally decided that we should. So next Monday after school, we'll be having auditions. As you know from our usual performances, we like to put a new spin on the original songs. So the more unique the arrangement, the better the impression. So come prepared!"

There was loud chattering as the students left the room discussing the news about auditions.

"Dude, this is my chance!" "What song should I audition with?" "Guess that means Blaine definitely isn't coming back." "These auditions are gonna be a blood bath." "Bro, you should totally try out." "Do you think doing flips like David gives us a better chance?" "Monday? That's not enough time to prepare!" "I'm gonna sing a ballad version of the 'Thong Song'. I'll get picked for sure!"

In Calculus, Sebastian was finally able to relax and think about something beyond all the makeup work he had yet to complete. His thoughts couldn't help but stray to the Warblers' performance.

They're good. I'll give them that, Sebastian thought as he mindlessly worked calculus problems. Their dancing could use a huge improvement though. Step-touch-step-touch? Where'd they get that choreography, a Richard Simmons exercise video? Sebastian snorted.

But he couldn't help imagining himself in formation singing and dancing right along with them.

Monday after school, he remembered. Without thinking, he scribbled down the date in his planner just as the bell rang, signaling the last period of the day.

Sebastian was beyond excited for his advanced French class. But he was surprised to find 18 other students gathered in the small classroom.

They can't ALL be at the advanced level, Sebastian wondered.

He sat in the second row next to a student with shiny dark hair and thick-rimmed glasses. The guy didn't really stand out, so Sebastian didn't even take his usual second glance. But the boy actually turned to him, his glasses almost falling off of his face.

"Tell me the truth, how do these look?" he asked in a worried tone referring to the specs.

"Um...cute," Sebastian said, repressing his urge to make a blunt comment. The glasses did not fit him at all, but guy seemed nice enough.

"But do I look more mature? Intelligent maybe?"

"Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go with that."

The guy laughed. "But in reality, I look like one of those hipster douches, right?"

"Pretty much. And the over-gelled hair doesn't really help either," Sebastian responded.

"Well," the guy said, taking off the glasses, "I appreciate your confidence-shattering honesty."

"Anytime," Sebastian smirked.

When the guy turned around to put the glasses in his backpack, Sebastian finally realized who he was. He was the soloist from the Warblers' performance.

"I'm Nick, by the way," he said still turned away from Sebastian, struggling to zip his bag.

"Sebastian."

He waited for Nick to turn around, but the Warbler was still in a battle with his backpack. And it was winning.

"So...advanced French. Didn't think so many guys here would be fluent," Sebastian continued.

"Fluent? Pfff, please," said Nick finally giving up on the zipper. "Most of these guys suck at French. Ten guys were forced to drop it after the first two months. And other ones are going to follow soon."

"Then why did they join the class in the first place?" Sebastian asked with a slight frown.

Sebastian's answer came through the door.

An attractive young woman entered the room with large stack of papers in her arms. She was dressed in a white oxford shirt tucked into a long, black pencil skirt. She looked surprisingly young. Possibly just out of college. Sebastian looked around the room, and the eyes of every student were transfixed on her.

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh.

Boys, he thought shaking his head. "So I guess I found my answer," he snickered turning to Nick, but the Warbler was just as mesmerized as the rest of the class. He had a huge smile on his face and quickly slipped the glasses back on.

"Bonjour la classe!"

"Bonjour Madelle Olivia."

Throughout the class, Sebastian watched as the other students struggled to understand and communicate with the teacher. Her frustration was obvious as she was often forced to repeat herself and even translate things to English. Nick was particularly bad. Every time he tried to impress her by answering a question, he would end up asking "Comment dis tu 'this' en Français, again?"

But when she directed questions and responses towards Sebastian, she was both surprised and excited by the ease of their communication. They even ended up having a 10-minute conversation in the middle of class about French food and Parisian culture.

When the bell rang, Sebastian realized his day had totally turned around. What began as a stressful scramble through Dalton, ended with many new hopes for the future:

Lacrosse.

Joe and the guys seemed to like him and really believed that he could help the team. He was wanted. He was needed.

But they all are probably so bad that I'll have to carry the team on my shoulders.

French.

There he had some sense of familiarity, a teacher that actually liked him and a guy that could perhaps later become a good friend.

But if he keeps wearing those glasses, I can't be seen with him in public.

The Warblers.

Sebastian thought about their performance from earlier. He remembered how much fun they seemed to be having and the resulting effect they had on their peers. They all seemed close. They all seemed happy. And although he didn't know it yet, that was exactly what Sebastian wanted.

But what will I sing?

A/N: Okay, finally got that out of the way. Now time for the fun! Chapter 4 will be a lot more "action-packed" and a lot more entertaining. Things will be progressing a lot faster now that most of the characters have been established. Next chapter will be coming out either today or tomorrow.