A room full of blazers.

He didn't notice faces too much when he walked in because his stomach was in knots and his eyes were a bit fuzzy. He pushed his glasses up as he thought, "I need to get a new prescription." It had been a while since he'd sang in front of a large group of people. If it had been a piano audition he would have much less of a problem. He'd played a few concerts with the Ohio and Indiana State Orchestras, letting his fingers grace the ivories with Mozart, Liszt, Rachmoninov, and many others.

Singing was a different story. Yeah, Glee club was fun, but he never was one to move to the forefront. He let others have the solos and he was content to stand in the background. So to stand in front of a group of guys and have them just listen to him was nerve-wracking. If he hadn't noticed he'd locked his legs and was getting light headed, he wouldn't have heard Nick introducing him to the group.

"…who has both sang and played piano at his old school, so I'm sure he'll be a great fit. Guys, let's give a big Warbler welcome to Sebastian Smythe!"

He smiled graciously as he waved his hand to everyone and still couldn't focus on faces. Try as he might to focus and keep his voice from shaking, he couldn't.

Standing in the middle of the room, he flinched when Wes spoke up.

"Whenever you're ready, Sebastian."

He gulped, took a deep breath, and started to softly sing a familiar tune…

Close enough to start a war.

All that I have is on the floor.

God only knows what we're fighting for.

All that I say, you always say more.

I can't keep up with your turning tables

Under your thumb I can't breathe.

He started to get some more confidence behind his voice, so the chorus was a bit louder.

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no

I won't rescue you to just desert me.

I can't give you the heart you think you gave me.

It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.

Noticing the guys around him creating harmonies and vocal accompaniments, he became a lot more comfortable singing with them.

Remembering people before Dalton, his expression changed as he sang the second verse.

Under haunted skies I see you.

Where love is lost your ghost is found.

I braved a hundred storms to leave you

As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down. Yeah.

I can't keep up with your turning tables

Under your thumb I can't breathe.

Someone must have noticed his face change because he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked over to see Nick right beside him smiling and harmonizing directly below him while he sang the chorus leading into the bridge.

Next time I'll be braver

I'll be my own savior when the thunder calls me.

Next time I'll be braver

I'll be my own savior standing on my own two feet.

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no

I won't rescue you to just desert me.

I can't give you the heart you think you gave me.

It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.

Sebastian wiped away a tear as Jeff came up and put an arm around him. "That was awesome, man!" he whispered while everyone was clapping for him. Once his vision sharpened he looked around and saw everyone smiling.

And then he noticed a pair of hazel eyes looking directly at him.

Those eyes belonged to Dalton's resident man-eater. He lived by the "find 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em" mantra, which he lived very well. He vowed he'd never waste time on love, because love wasn't worth it. He was rather content to just move through men with the greatest of ease. It didn't hurt that all of the guys wanted him. So when he set his sights on a guy, he made sure he got them. And his new sight was Sebastian Smythe.

This is how Blaine Anderson operated. Plain and simple.

The first thing you notice about Blaine is that he's short. Much shorter than anyone else, with enough gel in his hair to make sure it wouldn't move until the day he died. The height fooled a lot of guys, though, because they hid a conniving mind. Blaine knew exactly how to break down guys' defenses and make them beg for Blaine to fuck them. He prided himself on it, in fact.

Blaine was also old money. His father was loaded as was his grandfather and his father before him. All of them went to Dalton, so the Anderson name was known by all. Because of that, Blaine got everything he wanted. He acted out in class despite doing really well, he pranked people with no repercussions, and he got all of the solos in the Warblers. Last year they even stopped having auditions because they all ended up going to Blaine. Everyone knew what to expect when he became a part of something. It was as if he ran the show without actually running it.

He didn't know who this tall, sleek, and beautiful new student was, but Blaine felt it was time to give him a real Dalton welcome and get him acquainted with the one place in the entire school that really mattered: his bed.

There was a feeling he couldn't shake, though: This one didn't seem like the others. Sebastian may be a different challenge he wasn't used to. "No matter." He thought. One way or another, Blaine Anderson was going to get what he wanted. He always got what he wanted.

Sebastian got a weird feeling when he saw those eyes. It was as if they were trying to bore holes in him and he had no idea who the boy they belonged to was. He'd learn soon enough, though, as he made his way straight to Sebastian. His stomach lurched and he immediately turned and walked away. He felt a little uncomfortable being looked at like that, and he was sure Nick would tell him whether he's in or not later.