Sebastian Smythe was carefree...or so he believed. He believed he was the greatest man alive, the one who after high-school would grow up to be one of the greatest performers alive. He of course would not let anyone get in the way of his rank, knowing that one step the wrong way would lead him to the exact opposite of victory.

During his first ever performance at sectionals to of course win this year, his eyes had caught you. You were the newest captain of the New Directions, the exact team which he resented and hated. Yet, he felt a warmth in his heart. It wasn't often that he would feel so kind towards someone, but he decided to brush it off anyways.

Blinding Blaine was honestly the worst thing he had ever done. Yes, it didn't seem like he cared one bit, but there was a little place in his heart who felt bad.. but it was only because he got on your bad side even more.

This time, he would get to finally talk to you. But it really wasn't the way he wanted to do it, but it was the only way. He had stolen the songs for Nationals, and somehow.. not really somehow, as he made one of the members of the Warblers purposefully whisper out loud near you so you could hear it and come to him.

He watched as you stomped forward, your hands gripped tightly at your sides. A sadistic grin came forward on his face and he let out a sigh through his nose. "Looks like someone's mad." He chuckles, putting his hands in his pockets.