Chapter 3

Military Captain Clarington

Sebastian's POV

As it turns out after the whole Zander incident, the office was aware of what happened within the Warblers. And with that I, being the Captain, was placed under probation for letting all the chaos happen…and for being the cause of half of them.

What I didn't expect however was for Dalton's art department to find a new captain.

I was a little late for Warbler Practice. But of since it was the start of the new term. And that we didn't have a new captain yet. Warbler practice tends to start a little later than the assigned time.

I stumbled through the doors of the choir room.

"Sorry, I'm late guys. Madame Granger is had her pregnancy tantrum again and…" noticed that most of the Warblers were for lined up by height and a boy with bleached brunet hair and a hard stare approached me.

"You're late."

"Who are you?"

"I am Hunter Clarington." He said with an aura of sophistication. "New Captain of the Warblers."

"Sebastian Smythe." I said holding out my hand which he ignored.

"Stop wasting time, Smythe and join the others."

I narrowed my eyes at the new captain. I don't like this new kid.

"As I was saying before our intervention." He said pacing in front of us like an army general looking down at his troops. "Dalton just gave me a full scholarship to move here from Colorado Springs. Where I led my military academy choir to a Regional's victory with Presidential Honors. Now I'm here to kick it up a knotch."

"I reviewed your performances in the past few years. And I feel that the Warblers have not reached their full potential. There was a large improvement in within the past two years. You lack discipline and team coordination. And my job is to help the Warblers reach your full potential." He stopped pacing and stood in the middle of everyone. "So for today, we are going to start practicing. I am adding the practice schedule to four times a week and that includes weekend choreography training."

After that rather uplifting pep-talk, Hunter went straight to business. Vocalizations and schedule adjustments. Despite the fact that he is an ass. He seems to know what he is doing. He didn't look like the kind of guy who'd take shit from anyone.

Practice ended a bit later and everyone was feeling a bit sore. The halls were almost empty. I went to my dorm room and sighed. It's good to be back at Dalton. But I don't think Glee club is going to be as fun as it used to be.

~()~

"Smythe!" Hunter called at the end of Warbler Practice. "Stay behind for a moment."

The Warblers filled out of the room rather quickly. The other Warblers patted my back in support.

"Good luck, man." Jeff whispered before he let Nick pull him out of the room. As soon as the door shut. And Hunter's composure slackened a little. Like very little.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I've been sent to the Principal's Office?"

"A little birdie told me that you were the last year's Captain." He said. placing his thumbs into his pockets. Not exactly making him any less threatening.

"Yes, and?"

"I need a co captain." He said. "I need someone who knows this group inside and out."

"And you expect me to be your co captain?" I asked with a raised eyebrow crossing my arms. "What makes you think I'd be up for the job?"

"You're determined, and you don't take shit from the competitors." He said circling me. "I know about the blackmail, Sebastian. And the slushie. I like that."

"What's in it for me?" I challenged.

"I know your reputation here in Dalton." Hunter said. "And I know all about your little relationship with one Vanessa Redlinn."

I winced. I could still feel the scars. I couldn't touch a blade in months.

"How do you know that name?"

"I do my research." He shrugged

"What do you need me for? You can handle the Warblers a lot better than I did."

"I need someone in the inside." Hunter said. "The Warblers are a tight group of brothers. I couldn't simply insert myself and learn of everyone's group dynamic in one sitting. That takes years. So I need someone who knows everything. Who better than the old Captain?"

"And if I say no?"

"It wouldn't take much for a rumor to spread like wildfire." He said threateningly. He grabbed my right arm harshly. I tried to pull away but his grip was way too strong. He pulled back the jacket's sleeve and revealed the long scars.

I successfully pulled my arm back and I pulled down my sleeve. "I'll do it."

"Good." He said then his composure returned from the blackmailing terrorist to the army general. "You may go."

It took all my will power to not run out of the library and towards my dorm room. I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt feeling like I was about to suffocate.

I curled up on my bed hugging my knees close to my chest. I took deep breaths as I tried to calm myself down. I didn't realize I fell asleep until I heard someone knock on the door.

I checked the time, it was nine o clock who'd be knocking at this time of night.

I fixed my shirt but kept my tie loose. I peeked through the door and found Simon the floor's RA.

"Simon. What do I owe the pleasure?"

"You've been assigned for a room transfer."

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Dean's orders. I am just here to inform you that you need to move to room 407 by tomorrow night."

"Again. Why?"

"Ask the Dean. I'm just the messenger." And with that he left to check on the other students.

~()~

"It was a request from a student. " the Dean said "I am not of liberty to divulge that information but I agree with his terms that it would be best if he were to room with you. Quite frankly, I think it would do you good to have someone keep you in line after last year. "

"But I haven't done anything wrong " I exclaimed

"I know that, Mr. Smythe. But I think it would be best for not only you but as well as the Warblers if you were to stay together." the Dean said "my decision is final."

I groaned but got to my feet taking my satchel with me.

"Oh, and Mr. Smythe " he called making me turn back to look at him."I meant what I said the other day. I expect great things this year. From you especially."

I headed back to my room I had an hour left before class starts. I might as well start packing for the room move.

I opened the door to my new room and was met with a familiar face.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope." Hunter said with an uncharacteristic enthusiasm. "Welcome Roomie."

"Why?"

"I want my Co-captain always by my side." he explained. "When I mentioned my idea to the Dean, he was more than willing to allow the switch."

"This cannot be happening. I muttered as I placed my box on the floor.

"It's happening Roomie." He said "Now come on in. I wont bite."

"Much."

"Alright let's cut to the chase then." Hunter said as soon as I placed my luggage by the foot of my bed and my other box of belongings on the bed. "As I have mentioned I have reviewed the Warbler's progress over the years. Other than the fact that there is a lack in choreography. I also noticed the lead singer."

He opened his laptop and started typing. "Before you and I arrived here in Dalton, The Warblers always had only one solo singer…"

"Why do you think it's called a solo?"

"Hush." He scolded then continued to type. "A famous one though. Is this one."

He showed me a picture of a familiar boy.

"Oh, that is Blaine."

"Blaine Anderson, I know." Hunter said closing his laptop. "He looks no older than you are. And I know that you know something."

"He's like a legend here at Dalton. But Blaine has a boyfriend."

"Please, I am not even remotely bi-curious."

"Are you going to let me finish?"

He just waved his hand for me to continue.

"He has a boyfriend, named Kurt Hummel." I said. "Kurt came here to Dalton for a short time. He returned to his old school and Blaine went to McKinley the next year to join his boyfriend for his senior year."

"This was last year correct?"

"Yeah" I said. "Now according to Trent, Gay face is in New York with the young Barbra Streisand."

"Do you still have ties with Blaine Anderson?" he asked seriously.

"I haven't talked to him since Regional's year." I said with a shrug. "I guess friendship isn't that tight as we thought."

"I see," he said his face impassive in thought. "We are getting the Warbler legend back to Dalton."

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

"I have a plan."

~()~

A week has past and I haven't heard anything of Hunter's 'plan'. Warbler practice was getting more and more intense by the session. But I have to admit. The team's coordination has improved compared to when I started. There were still impromptu songs of course. But even then the Warblers were more in sink than ever.

I honestly thought that Hunter had given up on his Blaine plan. Until he woke me up in the middle of the night.

"Sebastian!" he said rather urgently poking me at the back. I groaned. I haven't slept well in days and this is probably one of the few days I can sleep in. And my new and annoying roommate has to ruin that for me.

I opened an eye to find Hunter in a black beanie and black shirt.

"What?"

"Wake up. We have a mission to accomplish."

"What?"

"Are you really this incoherent when being woken up?" I peeked at the clock at my bedside.

"I am if I only slept for two hours." I grumbled as I sat up. "Hunter it's Thursday Night. We have class tomorrow."

"No we don't. Dalton has a football game and most students are sort of required to attend to watch we could sneak out if you really need to get back to sleep." He said. "Come on, we are wasting midnight oil. I already layed out your clothes we have to go we have an hour drive to Lima."

"Since when did you become my mom."

"Just go change I'll explain everything on the way. Hurry!"

"Fine!" I grumbled then grabbed my clothes from the chair that Hunter pointed at. I locked the bathroom door and looked at what he had gotten out of my closet. He got my black long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans that I only use when I go clubbing. What in the world is he up to?

"Sebastian you better be done or I'm bringing you naked."

"Hold on, I'm done." I grumbled as I raked the comb through my bed head. On normal days my hair falls flat on my head that's why I had to put gel to keep it up and not all over my face. But right now it was becoming rather unbearable.

I went out of the bathroom and Hunter had a backpack over his shoulder ready to go. He tossed me a beanie a lot like his. He gave me this no nonsense glare as he dragged me out of the room and locked the door behind him.

"Mind telling me where we're go…" he put his hand over my mouth as he scouted the corner.

"Just follow me and I'll explain everything in the car."

We went out from the back of Dalton, by the forest where Hunter had parked his car. I climbed in the car and he climbed into the driver's seat. He tossed his bag to the back and started to drive.

"Explain."

"We are going to get our bait." He explained with a slight wicked grin on his face. "The New Directions are slightly rebuilding. And the only one brave enough to approached the Warblers if we were to set the bait is Blaine."

"And what exactly is our bait."

"Their National's Trophy."

~()~

The familiar public school started to come into view. Hunter parked his car in the forest near the school and took out his backpack from the backseat and we snuck into the school. There weren't many opened windows but there was one long high window that didn't look like they had locks.

"How are we getting up there?" I asked. "I am certainly not lifting you. I'd get crushed by your fats."

"You're just jealous of my large muscles." Hunter teased flexing his biceps then went back to thinking. He then looks at me expectantly.

"I think I can pull myself up there." Hunter said. "But I need you to get in there first."

"What?"

"Do I need to spell it out for you?" he groaned. "I'm going to lift you up there. You open the window and check if anyone is inside."

"Fine." I grumbled. "But if I fall off and break something I would totally blame you for that. Mind you I still have a Lacrosse game next week."

"Stop whining. Come on." He cupped his hands and lowered his hands. I placed a foot on top of his and held on to his shoulders before he lifted me up. He seemed to have miscalculated my height and I hit the roof instead.

"Oww." I groaned rubbing my skull. I pushed the window open sure enough. There wasn't any resistance with the lock and no one in there. I managed to maneuver my body into the room and half way did I realize that I hadn't thought of the landing making me land on my side.

"You alright in there."

"Just peachy." I said sarcastically.

"Alright I'm coming in." I only managed to roll away in time before he nearly crushed me. But he didn't land on his side like I did, he managed to catch himself with his limbs like a gymnast.

"Seriously?"

He shrugged as he wiped his hands on his jeans. "I took gymnastics as a kid."

"I can see that." I said getting on my feet then took a look on my surroundings. "We're in the choir room."

Hunter took a look around and spotted what we came here for. The large trophy was behind a glass cabinet.

"It doesn't have a lock." Hunter chuckled and just took out the trophy. "Come on. We need to find a perfect place to film our threat."

It didn't take long for us to finish filming and in my case photo editing. We left the McKinley choir room from the window again.

Hunter just managed to fit the Trophy while I stood watch. Then I heard barking…

"Run." I exclaimed in a whispering voice as dogs were coming towards this way.

I jumped into the car and Hunter and I were racing back to Dalton laughing our asses off in the car.

"And now we wait for the fish to take the bait."

~()~

"Sebastian." Hunter called Saturday morning in the middle of my study period with Jeff, Nick and Jon. "The fish has taken the bait. Blaine's on his way."

"Blaine?" Jeff asked. "Why is he coming here?"

"We are going to try to persuade the Warbler Legend back to Dalton."

"I need you to wait for him by the staircase." Hunter said. "Lead him to me and I'll handle everything."

"Sure."

Around noon I was by the foot of Dalton's grand staircase and a familiar sweater vested teen was walking down the staircase. He saw me and a look of realization passed his face.

"Sebastian" he sighed "Of course it was you."

"No it wasn't. I swear." I admitted. "I turned over a new leaf remember."

"Oh that's right."

"No more bullying, blackmail, or assault this year."

"That must be boring for you"

"Yeah it is." I groaned playfully. "Being nice sucks."

He looks around expecting me to admit the trophy incident. "He's waiting for you in the Library."

"Who is?"

"The guy you're here to see." I said. "The Captain of the Warblers."

"I thought you were captain of the Warblers."

I waited by the door as Blaine entered the Library.

"I knew they'd send you." I heard Hunter say. Blaine was taken back.

"Allow me to answer the obvious questions, I'm Hunter Clarington. I'm the new captain of the Warblers and I am not even remotely bi-curious."

"How can you be captain when…"

"When you haven't seen me before? Simple." He stood up and walked towards the fireplace. "Dalton just gave me a full scholarship to move here from Colorado Springs. Where I led my military academy choir to a Regional's victory with Presidential Honors. Now I'm here to kick it up a knotch."

I went to find Jeff and the others and returned just as Hunter finished his little threat.

"They know you don't belong there. Why don't you?"

"We all know the real Blaine, Blaine." I said entering with the others. "Ambitious, Driven, You're a Dalton Boy."

"Present the Blazer."

"That's not work on me."

"Then why be afraid to try it on." I offered the sleeve to Blaine and he tried on the Blazer.

Hunter wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulder. "Here's the thing Blaine. You know that the National's trophy is a fluke. Just like you know that we are going to win at Sectionals. Now. I don't like to see a Dalton legend like you. Sidelined on his Senior year. I want you on the winning side."

"You know what goes great with a Dalton Blazer?" I added. "An Impromptu song."

"What… no guys I didn't come here to sing a song."

"Come on. One song for your old buddies?"

The boys and I started to sing influencing Blaine to lead. I have to admit. He is good. But from what I learned last year, he will overpower the other boys.

He seemed to have changed from the Blaine that Trent and Wes had described the first time. But even with that. He is good. If he were here. We'd win.

We finished the song. The Warblers all facing Blaine.

"See what'd I tell you. Flawless." I said

Blaine frowned and took off the Blazer.

"Keep it." Hunter said as he tried to return the blazer. "Don't you think it's time for you to come back where you belong. Blaine Warbler."

He left Dalton and I looked Hunter and I exchanged a look.

"He'll be back."

Okay Hunter still isn't that much of an asshole yet. :D YET in the story Sebastian and Hunter are really friends so I had to manipulate it a bit so they do become friends…at some point. :P

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