Sebastian sat alone at a table nursing a large coffee, never taking his eyes off a boy on the other side of the room. He was sat with a really pretty girl but there was no way he was straight, or so Sebastian hoped. He had big eyes, and that seemed to be all he could look at. His hair was quiffed slightly but not like Kurt's, not as ridiculous as that. No, this boy was discretely adorable without shouting about his sexuality. Enough to tick the gay-dar but not the homophobes; a lot like Sebastian liked to think he was.

Suddenly the girl he was with turned around and he realised who it was; Rachel Berry, the leader of New Directions. In other words, the thing keeping him from winning Nationals. Well, if you didn't count Blaine or Kurt. That was something he liked to do, forget Kurt existed. If Kurt wasn't around he'd definitely be able to bag Blaine, then he could move back to Dalton, to where he belonged and then they could be the power couple. Goodbye Klaine, hello Seblaine.

Looking to the boy, he managed to establish eye contact. Done, he thought. He carried on looking at him in-between taking sips of his coffee.

"That boy keeps looking at me," the stranger said to Rachel, keeping looking to Sebastian and back. He was cute, there was no denying that but the way he was looking suggested he knew who he was when in actual fact, he was fairly confident he'd never seen him before in his life. So what was he up to?

Sebastian kept smiling at him, the way the corner of his lips curled up was enough to cause a shiver to run up and down the boy's spine. He made him nervous and he hadn't even spoken to him yet. That was something he was famous for, Sebastian, making boys go weak at the knees. Others, the ones who knew better, most often ran for the hills. But he'd follow them. Once he'd decided what he wanted, he always got it. Even Blaine, the boy who'd turned him down time and time again would soon cave. It was all about the timing and Sebastian had a lot of it.

"That's Sebastian Smythe, the lead of the Warblers."

"The Warblers?"

"Where Blaine came from?"

"Ugh, Blaine. Precious, precious Blaine." He groaned, why Kurt was with that joke was beyond him. Why, when there were plenty of other guys wanting Kurt, did he choose Blaine? And by 'plenty of other guys', he meant himself. He wondered if this Sebastian knew of Kurt, of Blaine.

Soon he'd learn that Sebastian knew exactly who Kurt and Blaine were and the next month would be full of pointless conversations about the taking down of McKinley's power gay couple.

The boy stood up, left Rachel behind and walked over to Sebastian.

"Hey cutie," he said, sitting down in the opposite chair. That wasn't something Sebastian was used to, the forwardness, the attempt to talk to him. He always did the talking, that's just the way he did things, "I'd offer to buy you a coffee but it seems you already have one."

"Yes, I do. Thank you," Sebastian smiled and placed his hands from the coffee to lie on the table, "I'm Sebastian."

"Jesse," he smiled, searched Sebastian's eyes as if he were examining his soul. It was enough to send a shiver down his spine. Maybe Blaine wasn't the only decent gay guy in Lima, "Jesse St. James."