'You have to set an example, Smythe.'
No, the other two did enough for him. Sebastian had to seem like the rebel. It made more of an impact when he did, because everyone wanted to follow his lead. Because Sebastian was just that cool. He did all the rest of the work, anyway. He spied, he collected, he flirted with Blaine Anderson for set lists. Because seriously? No one else put this much effort into making sure their competition was worse than them.
Sebastian glanced through the remaining new posts on his facebook wall before clicking out of it, and into the forum he had bookmarked. The site's name was in Greek, and Sebastian still had no idea what the letters stood for, but they had a 'English only' subforum that Sebastian had found from a French friend, and he practically lived on the site. People were interesting, fun to insult, and he was on the top of his trolling A game. But he had his moments, when he'd be as nice as can be, and those always seemed to bring the guys to him in flocks.
Opening a 'new post' page, Sebastian typed a quick and short message: i'm bored, anyone around to chat? your topic, as long as it isn't about bieber's new song. again. Eyeing it for any imperfections, Sebastian was satisfied and pushed the "post new topic" and sat back, waiting.
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Sebastian would never back down from a challenge, drunk or sober, and he was always up for performing. So he took Jeff's phone from him and scrolled through the contacts. He didn't know most of them, and he wasn't going to serenade a Warbler. Most of them were there at the party, anyway, and wouldn't be answering their phones.
"You choose," he said, and tossed the phone back to him. Jeff gave him a lingering look, a smirk playing on his lips, and he nodded, turning his eyes back to the open contacts, shuffling through the names.
"Here, do this guy. His name is Sam, he's part of New Directions with Blaine and Kurt, and he's pretty chill. He used to deliver pizza here. We'd always try and get him to stay and eat with us. He kicks ass at Halo."
Sebastian nodded and clicked on the contact, opening a call. He waited impatiently, before finally a cheerful "Hello!" came across the line. He considered what to say for a moment, trying to think if he even knew the guy. He didn't, not well enough, but that didn't stop him at the clubs, and it wouldn't stop him now.
"Hi, I'm Sebastian," Sebastian purred into the line, and there was dead silence, and Sebastian was pretty sure Sam could connect the dots, especially since he was on Jeff's phone. "I was told you were pretty cool, and if I remember correctly, you're pretty hot, too."
"Uhh--"
"So, I decided, Sam needs a song. Do you want a song, Sam I Am?"
"Shit, did they tell you--"
"No," Sebastian interrupted, "You just seem like you're Doctor Seuss lev--"
"Be nice Sebastian," Jeff slapped his arm, and Sebastian crinkled his nose at him, before turning away, and quickly searching for a song he could sing. He should have thought about this first.
It shouldn't be this hard, but then he heard the song on the overhead change, and Sebastian grinned. He loved this song, and all the covers of it. It was the perfect seducing song, and it was a classic. "Ready for me to rock your world?" Sam snorted across the line, and Sebastian started singing softly, getting louder as he got into it. "Like a flower waiting to bloom, like a light bulb in a dark room. I'm just sitting here waiting for you, to come on home and turn me on. Like the desert waiting for the rain, like a school kid waiting for the spring. I'm just sitting here waiting for you, to come on home and turn me on. My poor heart it's been so dark since you've been gone. After all, you're the one who turns me off. You're the only one who can turn me back on." He kept his voice low at the end, purring the words 'turn me back on,' and he could hear the hitch of Sam's breath, which was probably just his imagination, anyway.
Sebastian glanced over at Jeff, who was rolling his eyes, and whispering with Nick as they watched him.
"That was, uh --"
Sebastian smiled, hearing the stutter in Sam's surprised voice. Yeah, Sebastian knew he had that effect on people.
"Sexy, right? I'll sing the rest of it to you," he offered, smirking. He knew he wouldn't be turned down, and he wasn't disappointed.
"--Maybe we can talk on the phone again sometime, and I'll take you up on that." 'Fuck,' Sebastian heard muttered, 'I can't believe I said that.'
"Oh, it's a plan, Sam Evans, it's a plan."
Frustrated, Sam threw the notebook across the room, not even looking up to see where it landed. He groaned, and let his head drop onto the table with a loud 'thunk.' This had to be the worst day in his life: he was almost failing history, and even with Mr. Schue as their new history teacher, it wasn't helping him. They had a 10 page paper due in two weeks and he'd only barely gotten the first half (of the first page) done. Two weeks was a long time, but in the world of Sam Evans? It might as well be tomorrow. He just let out another groan and closed his eyes tightly together, wishing away the day. No, the month.
"If this is the kind of work you do, no wonder they failed and left you back."
Sam sat up with a start, scowling at the all too familiar voice. The voice sounded too amused for Sam's liking, and he hated that more than anything.
"Smythe," he said, voice dripping with disdain. The Warbler lead was the bain of everyone's existence, and he often shoved his face into places that he was most decidedly not welcome. "Give me back my notebook."
"Now that doesn't sound very nice of you," Sebastian smirked, and he opened the notebook to a random page, flipping through it. He paused on a page towards the middle, turning calculating eyes on Sam. The look on his face was terrifying.
"There's nothing of interest in there," Sam said quickly, and he hoped he was right. "So give it back. Now."
"Oh," Sebastian was purring, and dropped the notebook onto the table, pages open. "I think there is."
Sam didn't want to look, but he knew he had to. He quickly glanced at the page, inwardly cringing. He'd forgotten he'd drawn that in this book. It had been the only paper he'd had on him at the time, and after jotting down the basic idea for a sketch later, he'd shoved it in his bag and promptly forgotten about it. Until now. He silently cursed himself. What was he thinking?
"So, who am I supposed to be?" Sebastian asked, staring down at the drawing. It was a crudely drawn cartoon, but it was detailed enough that he could see himself in the main figure. He guessed the one next to him was Sam. "We have pointy ears. What, are we Christmas elves?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "Because if we are, you need to work on it. My figure is not that wide."
Sam mumbled something under his breath, snatching the notebook and quickly closing it before stuffing it into his bag.
"I didn't quite catch that. C'mon, Evans. Speak up. I have better things to do." He demonstrated by taking a sip of Sam's coffee cup on the corner of the table. "People to insult, guys to seduce."
"Na'vi, okay? From Avatar. That's what they look like." Sam's face flushed, and he refused to look at Sebastian. As much of a jerk as he was, he was okay to look at, and his cheekbones called out to him, and he couldn't not draw him. Sam wasn't the best of artists, but he was good enough to get the basic point across, and that was enough to satisfy himself when he was bored.
"I'd say it was interesting, but it's really not." Sebastian let his face close off, and he ducked down, eye level with Sam, "If you tell anyone about this silly little drawing of the Pandorians, I will tell them very interesting things about you, Evans."
Sebastian walked off before he could reply and Sam belatedly realized -- he didn't even tell Sebastian they were from Pandora.
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