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This was a little idea I had in my head, I hope you all enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee! Even though I wish I did...
He was a disgrace, he knew that.
Dozens of eyes burning into the back of his head as he was told to get out of their auditorium. Them and him- he was all alone, even the Warblers didn't like him anymore, considering him to be cruel even a little bit evil.
It wasn't even meant for Blaine, he honestly regretted the moment that Blaine took the hit- sprawling on the floor, red slush dripping from his face like blood.
It was meant for Kurt! Always Kurt! Sebastian growled as he stormed out of McKinley.
People didn't understand the way his mind worked.
People who didn't really know him always assumed the worst.
Kurt thought he was out to steal Blaine, okay so maybe that was his intentions but it started off as a crush- the way it always does.
After being alone for most of his life, Sebastian just wanted somebody to be there for him. After hearing so much about him from the other warblers, Blaine seemed perfect!
As soon as Sebastian laid his eyes on him, he was stunned. Joy radiated from every pore of Blaine's body, drawing Sebastian in with his 'god like presence'.
But then he crashed.
He already had a boyfriend, who instantly assumed that Sebastian was out to get him.
Sure, he could play this way, where is the fun in making it easy?
Seeing Kurt's agitation made Sebastian chuckle, Kurt's arms winding round Blaine's impossibly drawing them closer, while Blaine remained oblivious.
He enjoyed it, this was his little game- he could have fun.
Until it escalated.
He became tired of Kurt's constant interruptions and how Blaine was totally devoted to Kurt.
Rejection upon rejection isn't nice to take for anyone and it hurt!
That's when he realised that this was enough- he needed Kurt out of the picture, for him to feel just a little bit of that hurt that he had felt.
In the form of rock salt but this was just a minor detail.
Sitting in his car, Sebastian turned on the engine, getting ready for the long drive back home.
To a house where him and his younger sister, Violet, held residence. His parents were busy, travelling, working- they hadn't been home in 4 months.
Always excuses "Something's come up!" "We wish we could come back but it's just impossible at the moment honey!"
Crap. Empty promises all the time and Sebastian was sick of it.
A few hours later, Sebastian pulled up outside of his house. It was a large, modern complex with green hedges framing the almost 'dream- like' house on either side.
Shiny, polished stones led up to the big, wooden door where he let himself in.
Slumping against the door, he sank to the ground. "Violet" he called finally letting the emotion he was feeling slowly pour into the syllable, green eyes blinking rapidly trying to conceal the sadness he couldn't help but feel.
His younger sister by 3 years appeared at the top of the stairs. Her short, blonde locks tumbling over her face as she stared at her brother at the bottom.
Scrambling down the stairs, she embraced him in a hug as he finally collapsed and told her his woes.
Sebastian was no monster, he wanted to achieve! In school, career, friendships, love… "I don't know what I should do" he finally admitted, glancing up into Violet's blue orbs; glistening with compassion and sympathy.
She could do no more.
You see, Violet is mute.
Around 6 months ago, when the Smythe family were residing in Paris- she disappeared.
A kidnapping, the police say.
Two weeks, she had been gone for…Sebastian could say that those had been the worst two weeks of his life.
Scouring Paris high and low – even branching a nationwide search to find his sister.
His parents had rushed home at once but couldn't stay for very long, leaving Sebastian alone to deal with his problems once more. Their own daughter was missing and they couldn't even bring themselves away for more than a few days.
Left to suffer in silence as he anxiously waited day and night for any news but none ever came. Until one cool day, a loud rap was heard at the door.
Opening it, he saw the petite shoulders of his younger sister shaking as she silently sobbed in front of him. Ushering her inside he closed the door as he saw the bruises that marred her face and arms
"You're safe now" "What happened?" "Are you okay" were muttered into her ear as Violet's sobbing became more uncontrollable.
But he never got a response.
Doctors diagnosed her with 'Selective mutism' which has since become 'Progressive mutism'.
They say she must have encountered severe physical and mental trauma to become the way she is- refusing to talk to anyone, too scared to speak.
Sebastian just wanted to know what happened, he just wanted to hear her voice.
Resting his head on the arm of the sofa, he knew what he had to do.
"You want me to apologise don't you?" he sighed closing his eyes as his sister just nodded her head vigorously.
Raising his head to look at her sceptically "I can't just walk in there" she frowned "Well Kurt's going to be there and he…" She frowned again, her arms wrapping round her small frame as she continued to glare.
"You know what? I'm just going to go" he stood up suddenly "Who cares about Kurt or Santana? This is between Blaine and me".
Violet grinned as her brother walked out of the room clearly intent on going to the hospital at that very moment.
Sebastian's head poked around the door frame "Buuut it's very late and I've had a crap day, so I'll do it tomorrow" he winked at her comically and headed for his room as she smiled softly at his shadow retreating up the stairs.
'I wish you showed people this side to you' she thought, because despite all his flaws Violet admired her brother.
Sure he did wrong, everyone did, and there were moments when he was cruel and just plain stupid-like today.
But underneath she knew what it was like to be alone, watch as the one you love gets taken away and Sebastian couldn't deal with that. He can't let it go, he has to intervene and make problems and that was his current downfall.
Padding up the stairs, she tiptoed quietly past Sebastian's room watching as the quiet creaks of pacing fluttered out from underneath his door. Sighing quietly, she went to bed- praying her brother would put things right.