Hey Everyone! :D I promised to make something that is purely glee and Sebastian Related :P this starts at the whole Karofsky incident and moves on from there. :D it would focus on the Captains after Wes. Its gonna be a series of one shots or two shots. hehe i needed a break to stop writer's block :D

Anyways...On to the Story

The Warbler Captains.

The Dalton Academy Warblers have been a very close knit group of brothers for so long. But like the Titanic they would meet their ice berg, the captain has to go down with his ship. And he has to try to get them back to their feet and survive the battle. Series of One Shots of the Warblers Captains/Head Council.

Captain Sebastian Part 1

The single dorms of Dalton Academy were usually very home-y and each student usually felt more at home in the beloved mansion than their own homes. But to me it feels more like a prison, a tormentor, a constant reminder of what I've done.

Most students, the Warblers especially, tend to hang out in their friend's rooms around this time of the day. The weekends were rather boring here in Dalton. But since the Warblers are still rather angry with me with the whole slushie issue (which wasn't my fault) and the blackmail (Which is totally my fault).

Zander, who for some reason had a dislike for Kurt and I later found out was the biggest homophobe I've ever known, had thought it was a brilliant idea to slushie Lady Hummel as a form of humiliation. But of course, I couldn't pass off a plan to humiliate little old Gay Face. I went along with the plan. Which was probably the worse mistake of my life.

I found out from a …little birdie…that Zander was supposed to be the new Head Council, but when Thad and David, the old Council members decided that they no longer want to be the Council members stressing them in their senior year. The Warblers took an election and I was elected to be the Captain.

I was his target all along. Since then, no one gives a damn to Sebastian Smythe the new sophomore transfer. He's a jerk anyways, he doesn't deserve pity, not from us. Those homophobic hypocrites.

Of course, I had nothing better to do than to concentrate on my classes, Lacrosse, and winning Regional's. Which caused me to I spend more time in Lima Bean than in Dalton.

I spent hours fighting boredom. I started playing with photoshop with some pictures of enemies and the pictures some of my friends from Scandals. Well I'd say friends, but they were nothing other just some random guy whom I've flirted with and gained the occasional 'friend'. It was better than spending money on overpriced coffee, or staying in my dorm room out of boredom.

I know I can be rather snarky and snobby, but I'm not the only one. Look at Sha-Queer-A. But I can go a bit overboard when I have no one there to tell me off. I just needed a wakeup call. And I had the cruelest one yet.

Go back in the closet!

#$%&! Homo

"Sebastian." The door barged open and a familiar Asian boy entered. "We need to talk."

"About what?" I muttered emotionlessly as I started at the screen.

"You need to stop this absurd plan of blackmailing the New Directions." Wes scolded.

After the slushie incident, the Dean thought it was probably a little hard on me to transfer into Dalton and suddenly become the Captain of the Warblers. So she called Wes, an alumni Warbler, to act as my adviser. I have talked to Wes about most of the problems I'm facing with the Warblers only talking to me for glee club purposes. But I learned from Zander the hard way, you can't trust half the people you meet. And I wasn't taking the risk of telling him of Zander's plots.

Zander is a veteran Warbler. Wes is more likely to join his side. And that would leave me more screwed than how screwed I probably already am.

"I'm not." I said. "I destroyed the photos."

"No offence, Seb. But I'm going to need some proof."

I couldn't help growl under my breath. I am really not in a mood. I pulled out the trash can from under the desk and slammed it in the middle of the room.

"Then look if you can salvage any of that."

Inside the trash can are shredded photos, and CDs. All of which used to contain the Finn photos.

I glared at the monitor. Which is probably the cause of half of my problems. Stupid Homophobes. "Proof enough for you?"

"What is your problem?" Wes demanded. "You're bitchier than you usually are. And that is saying something considering your probably the bitchies guy I know around."

"You want to know my problem" I turned glaring at the older teen. "You Dalton boys are probably the biggest hypocrites I've ever met."

I stood in front of the Asian teen towering him slightly. "You Dalton boys take pride of your zero bullying policy and being pro-gay for being an all boys' school. But you are just as bad as your any co-en school I have attended."

"You and I both know that's not true."

"Well, you just assigned the biggest homophobe to be your replacement." I snarled. "You were probably one of them too weren't you?"

"Bas, I know it's stressful." Wes said placing a hand on my shoulder which I shook off. "But with the Warblers by your side…"

"Ha" I scoffed. "They were probably more against me than you think. They were more like pawns than friends since the beginning. The only reason I wasn't kicked out of the group was probably because my dad is the state attourney." But I smiled bitterly. "Don't worry, after Regional's. I'm stepping down and leaving the Warblers. My old school in Paris seems more welcoming than these kids were. At least those kids were honest with me."

Wes looked at me with sadness in his eyes. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my torso and started to pat my back expecting waterworks.

"Let it go, Bas." Wes said patting my back. "You need to let the tension go. A good cry would make you feel better."

"I'm done, crying." I muttered as I stared blankly on the wall. "Crying isn't going to make it any better. I've done my crying. All it does is make me look weaker."

Wes sighed. "Then let's talk about this then."

He let me go and turned to close the laptop. But not before seeing the page I was on.

"You know Dave?"

I shrugged. "Met in Scandals."

"And?"

"And I may have said some stuff." I muttered under his inquisition.

"Clearly, we have a lot to talk about." Wes said.

~()~

I sat on an empty table in Lima Bean, coffee in one hand and phone in the other. I groaned. I really need to do this.

I scrolled through my contacts and landed on Blaine's number. I pressed call and waited for him to pick up. By the third ring he answered. But didn't greet

"We need to talk. How soon can you get to Lima Bean."

There was murmuring on the other line and the Latina bitch answered.

"Listen here, Twink." She hissed. "If this is another one of your…"

"Not this time." I said. "I just… I can explain it when you get here."

I hung up the phone and looked at my watch. Probably time to start on some of my homework. This is probably one of the only time of peace I'm going to get in a while.

god, I hate drama.

Thirty minutes later, the Cheerleader pulled the chair across me and sat down.

"Let me break it down to you," she said as her girlfriend, Kurt and Blaine stood guard glaring at me. "From one bitch to another. All this vicious underhanded crap has got to stop."

"Exactly" I agreed. "That's why I called you here."

"First of all," I gulped then looked at Blaine. "Blaine, I'm sorry about your eye."

"That means nothing to me."

"Just give me a chance," I cut him off. "I have no excuses other than a lame prank got completely out of control."

"Second," I said looking at all of them. "the Finn photos have been destroyed. I want the Warblers to win fair and square. And we are going to take donations for Lady Gaga's Born this way Foundation."

I took a breath then looked at my former friend. "Win, Lose or Draw. We are gonna dedicate our performance to Dave Karofsky. I thought you might want to join us."

"Wait for the punch." Kurt mumbled loudly to Blaine. "You know it's coming."

"No. Not this time." I said my voice cracking. "For too long, I have treated…Everything like a big joke."

I looked into Santana's eyes, knowing she would understand this more than any of the others would. "It's all fun and games, until it's not."

"Why?" Kurt asked.

"You are not the only one who feels guilty about Dave's suicide attempt." I muttered. Drinking my coffee.

"How do you even know Dave?" Blaine demanded.

I smirked at them. "Scandals may be a gay bar. But you do earn some friends there. Probably my ownly friends right now are those I met there."

"I thought you were the gay Puckerman." Santana said rather harshly

I raised an eyebrow. "The kid with the mohawk? I'm a big flirt, sweetheart. I'm not a slut."

"Don't worry little dolphin." The other cheerleader whose name I think is Britney. "I'll be your friend. I won't let the other birdies hurt you anymore."

"What do you mean by that?" Blaine asked. "What about Trent and the others?"

I smiled bitterly. "The Warblers are a stubborn bunch. They don't really listen to reason. And of course, they assumed that I was in charge with the whole slushie issue and loosing Blaine's friendship."

"Well it was you who did it." Kurt insisted.

"Well it doesn't exactly mean I planned it." I pointed out. "Besides, I wouldn't even want to come within ten meters of that concoction of diabetes in a cup."

"If you didn't do it why did you take the blame?" Blaine demanded.

"Because the faults of the whole team would always land on the captain." Blaine and Kurt looked up in surprise when they saw Wes. "Hey guys!"

"Wes!" Blaine greeted happily hugging his old friend. As did Kurt. "What are you doing here? I thought you were too busy in college to come home."

"My Warblers were in trouble." Wes said "And I couldn't let them down." Wes placed a hand on my shoulder. "Besides, Seb here needs all the help he can get. It's not easy handling a dozen or so hormonal teenage boys."

"So it wasn't your idea." Santana clarified.

I shook my head. "I was an accomplice. If you could use that term I guess. But I would be just as guilty."

"We'll figure this out, Seb." Wes said.

"Personally," Santana said. "I like this Sebastian way better than Bitchy Sebastian."

"You might not say that after we beat your ass tomorrow." I teased half heartedly.

"How can you go from actually tolerable to just plain annoying?" Kurt demanded.

"Don't worry Kurt." Wes said. "Seb's bark is harsher than his bite."

"You don't need to tell them that." I whined.

Which made the four other teens laugh. Hopefully this would end up as a start of a good friendship.

~()~

I returned to Dalton around six. We have one last Warbler meeting at seven last run and one last prep talk before the big day. Not like they need it. Not from me anyways.

I sat on the old council table with an open laptop on the table. I reviewed the last rehearsal. We were ready for Regionals. But I wanted to hold this last meeting. Not only for the final run as Wes suggested. But also my last word. Tomorrow, win, lose or draw, will be my last day as captain, maybe even as a Warbler. Perhaps it would be better if we reinstated the Warbler Council. It wouldn't leave all the stress on just one person. And it would hopefully make it fair again.

I looked into my watch fifteen minutes after seven. I looked around and saw half of the Warblers present. Most of them the newbies. The ones that came into the Warblers along with me. Where would the others be.

The doors burst open and the senior Warblers stormed in lead by Trent.

"Sebastian, please tell us it's not true."

"What…"

"Blaine called." Nick explained. "You're leaving us?"

This caught the attention of the other Warblers. I had hoped to tell them this after our final rehearsal. I ran my hand through my hair.

"I guess the cat's out of the bag." I muttered.

"So it's true." Jeff said. "Why? Why didn't you talk to us?"

"This is not the time." I said dismissively. "We need to concentrate on Regionals."

"No this needs to be solved now." David insisted.

"We can handle your love to participate in high school drama later." I said sternly to all of them. "But right now, we need to finish polishing for Regional's. Where is Zander?"

"He's off the team." Thad said stepping forward. "We found out what he was doing yesterday harassment on a student and abuse of a unanimous vote, is considered bullying. He left Dalton this morning."

"And why wasn't I informed." I demanded, "Regional's are tomorrow and we now lack one soloist."

"You can sing his solo." Trent said offhand. "Why didn't you tell us, Seb?"

"I could handle it." I said. "Or at least I think I did. I think it would be best if we reinstate the Warbler Council. End of discussion of this topic. With Zander gone we need to fix our Choreography…"

"We already fixed it." Nick said. I had assigned Nick and Jeff to do the choreography since we started rehearsing for regional's. One good thing about being captain, is that I don't necessarily need to teach everyone the steps, I can assign them to someone and those someone happen to me Nick and Jeff. Who are pretty good at dancing. Way better than I am.

"It's none negotiable." I sighed looking at my watch it was eight pm. "It's late. Meeting dismissed. We are having one last rehearsal, tomorrow morning. I want you all here seven thirty am sharp if we want to win tomorrow. We need to have one last rehearsal. And if we want to be ready by noon tomorrow we need to wake up early tomorrow. Dismissed."

I gathered my bag and pushed through the Warblers who tried to block me through the door.

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