Just based off of 3x14, with a twist. Everything is in Sebastian's POV.
I feel so guilty. After hearing Dave Karofsky's attempted suicide, I started feeling super guilty. I wanted to cry. Here I am, sitting in my room, with my head hidden behind my hands. I feel so ashamed.
I fell asleep with tears in my eyes, hoping that the guilt would go away. It didn't though. Instead, I felt guiltier than ever. I forced myself to get dressed and go to school. I couldn't skip Warbler practice since Regionals was next week.
The day slowly went by. No one in Dalton knew of Karofsky's attempted suicide. I didn't doubt that the McKinley kids knew though, since Karofsky had gone to that school.
Finally, Warbler practice was over and I left. I arrived home and like yesterday, I buried my face into my hands. I felt my phone ring. I looked at it. It was Santana calling.
"Hello?"
"Sebastian? Where are you? I went by Dalton but your Warblers said you already left"
"I'm at home" I said, sniffling.
"Are you okay?" I shook my head even though she couldn't see. "No" I finally uttered out.
"I'm coming over" Santana says and hangs up. I toss my phone onto the coffee table and I resumed to my previous position. I hear the doorbell ring 15 minutes later. I got up and went to go answer the door. I swung the door open and there stood my secret lover.
"Hey, why are you crying," Santana asks me as she steps into the house. She wipes my tears with her thumb.
"I feel so guilty, San. I just .." I started crying even more. I felt Santana pull me into the living room and we sat down.
"It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong"
"Yeah I did. I dissed him"
"So did I. Even the whole Glee club feels bad, especially the guys. They tried beating him up when they tried to defend Kurt last year" Santana tells me. Santana takes my hand and kisses it. "Don't feel bad, Seb. It's not your fault, okay? Please stop crying" Santana tells me softly.
I wipe my eyes on my Dalton blazer sleeve. I look at Santana. "So you guys feel guilty too?" She nods. "A whole lot more than you do. Don't worry, okay?" I nod. She leans in and gives me a gentle kiss.
We pull away. "Do you want me to stay here for now, at least until you feel a bit better," Santana asks me. "That would be nice." We hang out in the living room, and soon, she had to go home for dinner.
"Thanks for staying here with me, San. It means a lot." "Anything for you." Santana leans up and gives me a lingering kiss. We pull away and I give her a hug before she steps out.
Later that night, as I get into bed, I get a text.
"I love you" Santana texts me. I call her.
"Hello?"
"I love you too."
Just something that came to mind.
R&R!