A/N: Alright, finally set up the major story arc in this chapter! Keeping the intro short, so I'll just say as always, Glee (not mine), review (I'll love you forever) and...yeah, that's pretty much it!

Sebastian was putting books back into his locker during the pre-lunch rush. He was checking himself out in his mirror when Joe, Will and Carter strolled up to him.

"Sebastian. Buddy. Bro. Homie. Amigo. I can't stop telling everyone about how freaking awesome you were in the game yesterday!" Joe said, putting an arm around Sebastian's shoulder. Sebastian eyed him curiously.

"Seriously, though! I literally haven't stopped talking about it all day."

"It's funny because he's actually not exaggerating," Carter whispered. Sebastian smirked.

"So hurry up with your books, man. We need to go over strategies for our next game. Since we have your speed, we can alter the plays a little bit—"

"Oh, well I have a Warbler meeting now." Joe's smile dropped, and Sebastian was faced with a sudden scowl.

"You always have Warblers meetings!" he snapped. "Seriously, man. You keep missing practices and lunch meetings for them. You made a freaking commitment, you know! Your selfishness is hurting the whole team, Sebastian, and I'm sick of it! So get your priorities in check!" And at that, Joe stormed off towards the dining hall.

Will and Carter were both frozen in place, taken aback by Joe's outburst. Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Joe's retreating form and shook his head.

"He cares too damn much about this sport," Sebastian said finally.

"Well, it is kind of his future. He needs the team to be on their game because he's hoping to be scouted for Princeton."

"Sounds like a personal problem," Sebastian said slamming his locker and heading to the Warblers' meeting.

"I say we do Train again. That's how we won last year," one of the Warblers suggested.

The meeting was called to determine a setlist for Sectionals. They were re-zoned this year and placed with completely new competitors.

"We have no idea what we're up against this time," said Nick.

"Exactly, these new schools might be a lot better than the New Directions and the Hipsters were last year. We just need to step it up and give it our all," David explained calmly.

"If this was last year, Blaine would have suggested the perfect song, made the perfect arrangement and everything would be perfect," complained one of the Warblers sighing deeply.

"But Blaine's not here anymore is he?" said Jeff rudely.

"But if he was…"

"Guys, we need to stop talking about Blaine. He left us for McKinley, so we need to get over it."

"So, someone voluntarily left the Warblers?" Sebastian asked suddenly interested. "What idiot would do that?"

"Blaine Anderson," Nick sighed. "He was our lead last year."

"And he just randomly transferred to another school?"

"He had his reasons," said a quiet voice from the corner. Trent had kept out of the conversation mostly because the Warblers never take his song suggestions seriously ("No, Trent. We're not doing any ABBA songs!"), but he came in the defense of Blaine.

"Which were?" Sebastian asked turning to him, intrigued.

"It doesn't matter, guys. Focus!" David declared. "We need at least 5 song suggestions by the end of lunch. We're changing our tone this year and are going for upbeat and high energy. We also need a backup number to have just in case until we find out more about our competitors. If they're anything, like Vocal Adrenaline, we should just go back to what we're known for."

"Well, I have a good backup song," Thad said looking up from his laptop. "Uptown Girl by Billy Joel. It seems very…us."

All the Warblers surrounded the laptop as Thad played the music video. David smiled.

"I like it. How about we put it to a vote. Uptown Girl as our backup?"

Each guy in the room raised his hand…except, of course, for Sebastian. Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Sebastian, do you have a reason you don't agree with the song choice?" Sebastian didn't move from his position on the couch.

"I mean the song is fine. I just don't think we'll do it justice."

Every guy's mouth dropped open.

"I don't mean vocally or anything."

There was a resounding sigh of relief.

"Just performance-wise. Your step-touch-snap-smile routine won't cut it."

"So you're saying we should have choreography?"

"Exactly," Sebastian smiled leaning back on the couch.

"Hmm, that's not a bad idea. Alright, in rehearsal tonight, we'll begin choreographing and making the song arrangement. Thanks Thad and Sebastian for your suggestions," David smiled. "Meeting dismissed."

Sebastian finally felt like he was settling into life in Ohio. With lacrosse, Warbler practices and meetings, Sebastian finally felt like he was a part of something. His relationship with his dad had yet to progress because of their conflicting schedules, but Sebastian would prefer that to a worse alternative.

When Sebastian got home after lacrosse practice, he was excited for the silence of the empty house. He had gotten used to the quiet and even craved it. He grabbed himself a bottle of water from the refrigerator and plopped down in his usual spot on the couch. He pulled out his phone. No messages. He leaned back to take his daily 30-minute nap but was suddenly awoken by a sound of slow footsteps.

What the hell? Sebastian slowly got up from the couch. It can't be Daniela. She doesn't work on Fridays.

Sebastian reached for his lacrosse stick as quietly as he could. He put his back against the wall and slid over to the edge. The footsteps were coming closer. Sebastian gripped the stick tighter. He had always avoided resulting to violence throughout his life, but if the intruder was armed, cutting insults about his hair probably wouldn't be enough to stop him.

The steps were just a few feet away from the corner.

It's now or never. Sebastian jumped from the wall, eyes closed and swung with all his might.

"Ow!" A confused, angry, familiar voice screamed.

Sebastian opened his eyes. "Dad?"

The two Smythe men were awkwardly seated at the large dining table across from one another. Because of Daniela's day off and his unexpected early finish at work, William Smythe decided to order take out and surprise his son. Little did he know, Sebastian had a bigger surprise.

They ate mostly in silence, Sebastian frequently looking up and cringing at the blood-stained gauze over his father's brow.

"So," William started. "How's uh…how's Dalton?"

"It's fine."

"Good good." There was an awkward silence.

"So do you like the ca—" "I'm actually on the—" they said at the same time.

"Sorry, what were you asking?"

"Oh, well," William cleared his throat. "I just wanted to know how everything was going with the car?"

"It's fine."

William nodded, but looked slightly disappointed. He looked down as he tried to tackle his lo mein.

"I-uh, I really like the color…" Sebastian said, predicting his reaction. William smiled to himself, still looking at his food.

"Oh, that's good...It also has a five-star safety rating and 382-horsepower V8 engine," he added excitedly.

"Cool…" Sebastian said, trying (but failing) to sound impressed.

"But sorry, you were saying before…" William urged.

"Oh, I was just saying I'm on the lacrosse team and in an acapella group."

"Oh, well you should give me a schedule of your games and performances. I won't make any promises, but I'll see if I can make it to at least a few of them."

Sebastian stared at him curiously. William was disturbed by his gaze. "What?"

"Okay, so Sebastian has made a decision," I heard the lawyer say to my father inside his office. "He has decided that upon your divorce, he will move to Paris with his mother.

"What?" my dad yelled angrily. I flinched at his shout."There has to be a mistake!"

"There's no mistake, I'm afraid."

There was a strange tone to my father's voice in the next moment that I didn't understand. Hurt?

"Did he at least give a reason why?"

"He said, and I quote, 'I'm not really close to either of them so I don't really care. But Paris sounds way cooler than Ohio, so I guess I'll choose Mom.' I'm sorry, Mr. Smythe."

After a couple more minutes of legal talk, my father came out of the room. He was wiping his face and didn't even look me in the eye.

"What?" William asked, his blue eyes staring unblinkingly into Sebastian's own.

"Uh, oh nothing," Sebastian said, snapping out of his daze back into the conversation. "Y-yeah, I can get those to you."

"Great," he smiled. "So um, have you seen any…boys…guys you're umm interested in?" William was trying so hard, and Sebastian couldn't help but smile.

"Not really."

"Oh, good. Well, not 'good' but…well, that makes it easier…okay, easier isn't the correct word, but I don't really want to talk about…not yet anyway…" William sighed. "Just, never mind."

Sebastian held a small grin the rest of the meal. This was the most intimate he and his father had been in almost 8 years and all it took was a lacrosse stick and shitty Chinese food.

"So tell me more about this Blaine," Sebastian inquired in the beginning of Warbler rehearsal. He couldn't help but wonder about the traitor soloist.

The seniors David, Thad and John weren't present, and the practice room was in chaos. Guys were hitting each other with couch cushions, throwing chess pieces around the room and playing music from their laptops.

As he was ducking away from Jeff's cushion swings, Nick turned to answer Sebastian.

"Blaine was our lead for two years. He also did most of the arrangements. He was the man!" he yelled out-maneuvering Jeff and smacking him across the face.

"Blaine was such a great performer. No one could work a crowd like he did!" another Warbler added.

"Agreed. He's irreplaceable," another jumped in.

"Yeah. Blaine is like Warbler royalty. One time he work pink sunglasses with a striped cardigan, so I went out and bought pink sunglasses and a striped cardigan."

"He was hilarious too. He told me this one joke about Snoop Dogg—"

"But was he hot?" Sebastian interrupted. The room went silent.

"Come on, it's perfectly okay for straight guys to think another guy is good-looking."

The silence continued.

"Forget it," Sebastian said, putting his headphones back in.

"Well..." a large blond Warbler started nervously. "He was generally very clean. You know, like, I don't remember him ever smelling bad. If that's what you mean."

"True true," the other Warblers nodded in agreement.

"Okaaaay, that's a start, I guess."

"He had a cool sense of style, too," another jumped in.

"His shoes were dope."

"Yeah! Yeah! He had a crazy bowtie collection," the rest pitched in. "Never got the whole no-socks thing." "Yeah, that was a little weird."

"His teeth were always really white. Like really white." "Yeah! His teeth were awesome!"

"He had the coolest eyebrows." "Oh my god, they were like triangles! What was up with that?"

"Eh, but he was pretty short, though." "True. Remember when he used to climb on all the furniture? Good times, good times."

The guys continued to talk and reminisce amongst themselves, but Sebastian had long since stopped listening. He made his way over to Trent.

He sat casually in front of him with a smirk. "So all these straighties aren't giving me anything to work with. What's this Blaine guy really like?"

"Honestly?" he asked peering up from the book he was reading.

"Honestly."

"Honestly, Blaine sings like a dream. Literally, it's like every song is made for him," Trent sighed. He rested his head on his fist and stared off, pleasantly lost in thought.

Sebastian smirked. If he didn't know any better, he'd think Trent had a little crush.

"But I guess since still no one has told me what he looks like, that means he must not be attractive." He side-glanced at Trent who was still lost in his daydream.

"But not *just* unattractive," Sebastian continued a little louder grappling for an insult. "But umm u-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi, beat-repeatedly-with-the-ugly-stick unattractive," Sebastian said, cringing at his own words. It wasn't one of his finest moments, but somehow it did the trick.

"Pff, please. More like sex-on-a-stick. His hair was always perfect whether it was gelled or curly. He had the most amazing hazel eyes. And he had this cute boyish charm while still giving off an air of extreme maturity. He was…perfect."

Now that's the answer I was looking for, Sebastian smiled. He might need to plan a little field trip to McKinley soon. However Sebastian's scheming was cut off by the door slamming open.

The seniors came into the room, and they did not look happy.

"What the hell guys? Practice was supposed to start 20 minutes ago," Jeff said kicking his couch cushion under a table. But the guys ignored him, and took seats at the front. John looked pissed off. Thad was obviously distressed. And the ever cheery David was on the verge of tears.

"Shit, guys. What happened?" Nick asked sitting next to the boys.

"We just got out a meeting with the headmaster. They are disbanding the Warblers after this year."

"WHAT?" "WHY?"

"Apparently, some alumni or parent or something wrote a letter to the administration demanding that the Warblers be disbanded. He said it's not fair that tuition money and donations that are supposed to support the entire student body has a portion going to a very small, selective group. A group that apparently brings no intellectual, spiritual, physical, ethical, or social growth to the school, which is Bullshit for we don't bring any money to the school."

"Well, who cares what the guy says? Why couldn't the administration just ignore him." Nick asked, his brow furrowed in extreme concern.

"Because apparently he pours a lot of money into the school, so they are basically at his mercy," John huffed.

"Well my dad can give us the money we need to run the club. Then we won't be using tuition or donation money." The rest of the guys agreed, all suggesting their parents could help fund the club.

"But remember, there's a strict rule against parents giving money to individual clubs. It's in the student handbook," Thad said, pulling out the thick manual. The guys were silenced again.

"So what do we do now?"

"I guess we just try to enjoy our last year together," David said solemnly. "I've had the best time with you guys, and I'm glad I was able to meet every single one of-"

"Wait!" Sebastian exclaimed suddenly. The rest of the Warblers turned to him. "Nationals!"

"What about it?" David said, a little perturbed that his farewell speech was interrupted.

"There's a $10,000 cash prize for first place at Nationals, right? That would be enough to sustain the group."

"Definitely. For a number of years actually," Thad perked up.

"Then there we go! We just need to make sure we get to and win Nationals. We just need to work our hardest to do any and everything we can to ensure we make it," Sebastian beamed. Even after being with them for a short while, Sebastian had already developed a kinship with the guys (except Jeff. Ugh, hate that guy...) and couldn't stand to watch helplessly as the harmony of his life was destroyed. Not again.

"We're going to Nationals and saving the Warblers," Sebastian repeated. "And we'll do whatever it takes."

A/N: Me again! Hoped you liked this chapter. It's purpose was to set up Sebastian's interest in Blaine and give some reason to the slight ruthlessness the Warblers developed in the third season (slushie, anyone?). Next episode is where you get actual Glee scenes. Seblaine scenes from the "First Time". So get excited! Also, hope some people are catching the inside jokes I'm throwing in there. Mean Girls? Starkid? Maybe? No? Okay. Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter!