~Hey guys, yup I got another story here. I haven't forgotten about my other two, I just like to change things up from time to time. Hope you enjoy I'm kind of making this up as I go, so bear with me. This story is set after Blaine gets slushied. Whatever you recognize belongs to glee and whatever you don't belongs to me.

Beneath The Surface

Sebastian sat in his dorm room. His mind kept running over and over what happened with Blaine and the slushie incident. He didn't mean to hurt Blaine, in fact, Blaine wasn't the target at all. He was aiming for Kurt, Blaine just got in the way. If it went according to plan the slushie would have ruined Kurt's ridiculous clothes, but no permanent damage would have been done.

Sebastian flopped onto the bed and ran his fingers through his hair. The principal was in his office right now informing his dad and stepmom about the slushie incident and his heart was hammering in his chest. His dad was going to kill him. If those stupid gleeks would've waited a damn day for him to apologize then maybe this wouldn't be a problem.

"Ugh!" Sebastian screamed. The waiting was almost as worse as what he knew was to follow. His phone buzzed and Sebastian jumped up.

He looked at the text and his heart stopped. 'Outside. In the car. Now.' The text from his father read.

"Shit" Sebastian paced the room. What the hell was he gonna do? Well obviously he was gonna go out there, but what was he going to say? If he told the truth his dad would kick his ass, but he couldn't lie either. Blaine was in the hospital and he was going to need surgery, not to mention the fact that the entire glee club and the warblers were witnesses to the entire incident. "Shit" he repeated. He was screwed either way and the longer he made his father wait, the worse it was gonna be for him.

Sebastian grabbed his bag and headed out his dorm room. He passed by the warblers getting ready to have practice and he paused. He opened his mouth to say something anything, but before a word could come out the door was shut in his face. Sebastian took a step back in shock, but could he really blame them? They had no idea what he planned to do and they probably would have stopped him if they knew. He didn't intend to hurt anyone, but he did and he deserved whatever punishment he got.

He took a deep breath and walked out the doors of the school. He saw the black Mercedes waiting in the parking lot and nervously made his way to the car.

His father was sitting in the driver's seat and his step-mother was on the passengers' side. He sat rigidly in the backseat behind her and kept his head down. His father drove off without a word on the subject and Sebastian wasn't stupid enough to say anything. They spent the next 30 minutes in silence and he watched with growing concern as his father's hands gripped the steering wheel with a deadly force.

They pulled into the driveway and he silently got out of the car. His father was way ahead of him though as they entered the house. "In the office." His dad said without a glance his way as he walked inside. Sebastian looked at his stepmother but all he could see was the disappointment.

"Where's Katie?" He asked her knowing better than to talk about the incident with her, she wouldn't help him. He'd rather stay on a safer topic. His sister, half-sister but he loved her all the same.

"She's at a friends house. Chloe. They're going to have a sleepover, she won't be back until tomorrow night." She carefully admitted.

Sebastian nodded his head. So she had made plans for Katie to not be home. She knew what would happen tonight. Good, he thought. There was no way he wanted his little sister to be around when his father lost his cool.

"You better not keep him waiting any longer." She warned him, and he knew she was right.

He tried to steady his racing heart as he walked into the office, but there was no hiding the fear he was feeling.

"Close the door." His dad said from his seat behind his desk.

"What have I always told you?" His dad spoke quietly. Sebastian stared at the floor not having an answer. "I told you that you needed to present your self in a way that never disgraced this family. I thought I taught you everything you needed to know, but today you proved me wrong." He glared at his son. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He said sharply.

Sebastian's head snapped up. "You were suspended today. You were nearly expelled, and do you know how many strings I had to pull to stop that from happening? You've brought shame on this family and on yourself. This suspension will more than likely follow you wherever you go. You are on probation with the lacrosse team, and frankly, you're lucky your still even on the team. Do you know how disappointing this is?" He asked.

"I'm sorry sir." Sebastian finally spoke.

"You're sorry? What the hell were you thinking?" His dad shouted banging his fists on the desk and getting up from the chair.

"It wasn't supposed to go that far. It was just a slushie, and I wasn't even aiming it at Blaine, he just got in the way." Sebastian defended himself.

"So you think that it would have been okay if you got the right person?" His father asked befuddled.

"It would have ended up ruining Kurt's terrible excuse for fashion, but that's all. The height difference between Kurt and Blaine was the reason why Blaine got hurt. It was only rock salt. I put it in the slushie so that it'd stay cool, I never intended to hurt Blaine." Sebastian explained simply.

"Do you even feel bad that you hurt someone?" His dad questioned as he walked around the desk and stood across from his son, hands on his hip.

"Of course I feel bad. I would have apologized if I'd had the time." He said offended that his dad would think so little of him.

"And you think that would have made it better?" His dad scoffed.

"I don't know, does it make you feel better when you apologize for attacking me?" Sebastian bit back. He knew it was a mistake to say it even before the comment left his mouth, but he couldn't help himself. His snark was his defense, but it was also his downfall.

His dad backhanded him forcing him to step back. Sebastian brought his hand up to his split lip and glared at his father. "Go ahead dad, apologize. Let's see if it makes me feel better." He ground out.

"You are really trying my patients" Harold bit out jabbing his finger in Sebastian's chest. Sebastian was forced back to the door, but he wisely kept quiet.

"Now one of the conditions of your suspension was for you not only apologize to Blaine but to volunteer somewhere and I think the hospital is a good one. I've already contacted the necessary people and you start on Monday. Every day from 7 am to 2 pm."

"Dad, you can't be-" Sebastian was cut off as his dad slammed him into the door. He bit back a groan of pain.

"I've been really patient with you." His dad said through gritted teeth. "Do you understand the embarrassment I felt getting called into the principal's office to hear what you did to another student, from another school? A student who used to attend the same school as you?" Harold spoke aggressively as he forcibly held Sebastian to the door by his shoulders.

Sebastian blinked up at his father a little dazed. "I didn't mean to embarrass you" he bit out. "I was only trying to get those glee kids off my back I-" Sebastian was tossed across the room and into the desk. His side making contact with the corner of the table. He grunted as he landed on the floor.

"I'm sorry dad." He told him wincing as a sharp pain radiated from his side, he forced himself off the floor.

"I know you are, and you're going to make it up to everyone. Along with the volunteer work, the principal and the teacher of that other glee club have agreed to let you join their group." Sebastian's jaw dropped. "What?" He whispered as he held his bruised side.

"I know your no longer a part of the warblers and you need another extracurricular activity."

"I can find something else at Dalton. I'm not joining that glee club." Sebastian argued.

"It's funny, you say that like you think you have a choice." His dad chuckled. "When I tell you to do something you do it. At least with this club, there's an actual adult present who will let me know whenever you mess up." He told him.

"Dad, I'll do anything you want, anything but this. Please, you can't make me do this." He pleaded.

"I can and I have, starting Monday and every day after you have practice with the glee club at 3:00 pm right after you leave the hospital," Harold smirked. "It wouldn't be a punishment if you liked it now would it?" He said. "And if I hear one word from anyone in that glee club about you screwing around, your ass is mine. You got me?"

Sebastian was speechless. This was a total surprise, all he'd expected was the beating and even that wasn't as severe as it usually was. He actually preferred the beating over what was currently happening. He'd rather be a part of no glee club than be a part of the new directions. What the hell was his father thinking?

"Yea, I got you." He gritted out through clenched teeth.

"Okay, you can go now," Harold said as he released his son and walked over to his desk. He took a seat dismissing Sebastian.

Sebastian nodded and walked out of the room. His mind was still a little hazy from the knock to his head and the news his father had given him. His stepmother was waiting at the table with a first aid kit as usual.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Isabelle asked him. She was a little shocked to see that he didn't have much to show from his "talk" with his dad other than a split lip and bruised cheek, although a lot can be hidden underneath your clothes. She passed him a couple of painkillers and a glass of water as he walked up to her. Isabelle handed him a piece of gauze to press on his split lip and popped one of those emergency cold packs for his face. She lifted his shirt and saw the dark bruise already forming on his side. She just sighed and cracked another cold pack, carefully strapping it to his side.

"I'm sorry" She whispered to him. She was so ashamed of the fact that she tolerated what Harold occasionally did to him. He was never seriously injured and he usually did things that deserved punishment, just not the punishment he received. She would always tend to him afterward, maybe it was her guilty conscious working it's way out. Harold never laid a hand on Kaitlyn and she would leave him if he ever did. But Harold adored Katie and Isabelle loved Harold. Sebastian wasn't her son and she couldn't very well tell Harold how to raise his child. He knew what worked best on Sebastian.

"Why are you sorry?" He said as he held the cold pack to his cheek. The coolness relaxing him. "You didn't do this to me."

"No, but I'm not doing anything to stop it either." She said leaning against the kitchen counter.

"This has been happening since before you met my father. I'm not the easiest kid to deal with." He shrugged. "I deserve it most of the time, and today was definitely one of those times. I got off pretty easy physically." He admitted.

Isabelle looked at him and shook her head. It was sad that he actually believed that. "So your punishment, how much did you protest." She knew her stepson and she knew how he'd react to certain things.

"It sucks, and I would have preferred a beating." He said angrily.

She nodded, already knowing this. "Just please try not to make things harder on yourself, do what he says, and stop talking back." She reprimanded him knowing his habit of saying the wrong things and pissing his father off. She saw his eyes alight with a fire ready to comment. "It's getting harder to explain your bruises to Katie," Isabelle told him.

Sebastian calmed down somewhat at the mention of Katie. She was the one person that loved him unconditionally. She'd be devastated if she knew what their father did to him, and she was smart enough that at the young age of 6 she could figure it out.

"Yea, okay." He said. He thanked her for her help and made his way to his room.

~Thanks for reading my story, I hope you liked it and I'll likely update within a week. Let me know what you think. Comments are appreciated. : )