Rory was going through the day like any normal person. Well like any normal foreign exchange student that was bullied would. Except it was lunch and he was feeling more lonely than usual. He put on the happy face for those in glee. Not like they cared, his relationship with Sugar was just getting worse and worse, and no one seemed to notice. Rory had one way of feeling not so empty, and that was filling himself up on food. He just ate. He worked out still, well he ran a lot so it wasn't that noticeable. But he just ate a lot. Food filled him up when nothing else would.
It was at lunch while he was eating more than he really should that his day went from normal to horrible all with a conversation. Rory was at the far end of the table where the kids in glee normally sat. He just wasn't in the mood to talk he was in the mood to eat. The mound of food in front of him should have shown him that. He had taken a sandwich out of one of the bags and was about to eat it when Sugar sat in front of him. "Rory," she started. Rory sat down his sandwich it was one of the rules of their relationship when Sugar was talking he was to do nothing but look at her and bask in her glory. "Am I fat?" Rory shook his head, insane maybe, but not fat. "Because apparently the hockey players think that my name being Sugar means I should be fat."
Rory shook his head, "No it doesn't. They are just lookin' for a reason ta make ya mad." He eyed his sandwich he was hungry and really didn't feel like talking to his girlfriend, she was the reason why he ate so much. Well she was definitely one of the reasons. He looked back at her, "Is there anythin' ya want me ta do?" He knew he would regret this question and whatever came out of it.
Sugar gave a nod, that looked like a coo-coo clock on drugs. She smiled, "Yes. I want them to pick on you again. I can't handle it." Rory's mouth fell open was she really asking him to do this. She did realize that if he took all of her slack from the bullies he would get even more bruises and stuff. He still got bullied, but she didn't care. She really didn't care. He had conned her into dating him, and now he wished he hadn't because she was the worst. "You can do it Rorykins your so big and strong."
Rory thought about it for a minute. He sighed, "Alright, I'll see what I can do." She smiled and hopped off. Rory sighed no one knew that kind of abuse that he went through with her. And he hated his life because of it. He took the sandwich and stuffed it in his mouth. He would talk to the hockey guys, like they would even listen to him, later.
The relationship between him and Sugar had a thin veil over it at school. The real relationship was what no one saw. If Rory did something wrong at school, or anywhere and Sugar found out about it, she would slap him when they were in private. If they were out together he had to carry her bags, he was whipped. And the thing was he was too scared to say anything about it. The worst was when he had to by everything. Sugar liked to shop and she liked expensive things. He didn't have the money for any of it, but he was forced to by herself, her reasoning it was what a good boyfriend did.
Rory went to go talk to the hockey players after lunch. He had to miss the rest of the day because he was in the nurse's office. It clearly didn't go over well, and he had a broken nose. But he would tell Sugar he was fine, and he would tell her he got them to lay off her, which he really wasn't sure about, and he would go home and eat till his he couldn't take it anymore.
School ended and Rory came out of the nurses office and headed towards his locker, "You tell them?" Rick asked as he shoved the Irish boy against the locker leaving a decent sized dent there. Rory shook his head. Rick punched him in the stomach, "Answer me pixie."
"No." Rick dropped Rory, and he landed on the ground clutching his stomach. He stood up, and low and behold Sugar was there. She gave him her back pack, and expected him to walk her home like always. He wasn't going ot ignore it. He got his books out of his locker and put it in his own bag and headed with Sugar out of the building.
"You ate a lot at lunch today," she commented.
Rory shrugged, he hated this talk. It always ended badly for him, "So."
Sugar looked at him, "You don't get it do you?"
Rory shook his head, "Explain it ta me Sugar."
Sugar shook her head and mumbled something along the lines of stupid Irish guy, "They think I'm fat because of the amount you eat. You need to stop."
Rory sighed, "I go runnin' every mornin'. I even took that video for a week, and posted it on facebook and youtube ta prove it ta everyone."
Sugar put her hands on her hips as they walk, Rory adjusted both bags. Hers happened to be really heavy. "I know but its not convincing. Just do it for me okay." Rory nodded, Sugar gave him a kiss on the cheek, that was all he got after all. He would just eat more when he got home.
The rest of the week Rory ate little to nothing at school. He would walk Sugar home, he hadn't been hit again that week, for eating. He did plenty of other stuff. No one would ever know. No one but the one person who saw how miserable Rory was when he walked into the Lima Bean with Sugar. "Order what ya want babe, you know my order, I'm getting a seat." And with that she headed out.
The person who happened to be there, and know these two was Sebastian Smythe. He looked down, and it just so happened he needed a refill. He stood up and stood in line behind Rory. When he got closer, he noticed how sad the boy really did look. "She's got you whipped man."
Sebastian had never talked to Rory or Sugar before but he could tell when someone was whipped. "I know," the Irish boy sadly admitted. To things took Sebastian by surprise, one the accent. He figured this must be the Irish Frank Sinatra, Michael Buble sound alike that the New Directions never let sing in completion, pity he probably sounded hot. And second he couldn't believe how sad the boy sounded. Rory looked up at the barista and ordered his and Sugar's orders, and he asked for all the scones in the case. That made Sebastian quirk an eyebrow.
Sebastian asked for a refill, and he watched as Rory went to his seat with the coffees and orders. Sebastian went to his own seat and sat. He then watched as Sugar threw her scalding hot coffee in his face. He gave a little screech, but then just took it. "Its wrong Rory, get me another one." Sebastian should have done something but he just stood there appalled as Sugar sat making Rory get her a new cup of coffee. He knew Sugar, everyone in Westerville knew her. She was the resident brat. There were a lot of rich kids, they all acted just about the same, but even the brats hated Sugar.
Sebastian's blood boiled. He just couldn't get over the fact that she did. He knew Rory all of a minute and he liked the kid. He was surprised that anyone would just throw their hot coffee in his face. He got up and left not caring to see the rest of this ineraction. He knew all he needed to know, and he felt bad for the Irish boy.
Rory first went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face to wash the coffee off, and to try and see if he was blistering. His eyes stung, but no blistering, yet at least. And even if he was asked later, he would say it was a jock, he would say the moved to hot beverages and away from the slushies.
Rory went back to the line and got Sugar another coffee, thankfully this one was right. He downed all the scones, it made the afternoon a bit better. That and talking to someone who at least showed they cared he was being treated like shit. Even though Rory didn't know the dude's name he had an idea of who it was, from what Kurt and Blaine said about the Lima Bean, and the fact that the guy was wearing a Dalton uniform. They left soon after.
Saturday and Sugar dragged Rory out to the mall to go shopping. She had some dinner to go to and needed a dress. So Rory had to go with her. They went to the most expensive store, of course they did it was Sugar. He didn't see the guy in the long sleeve striped polo looking at suits. But that guy saw him, that guy was Sebastian Smythe. He followed them to the dress department.
Sebastian watched as Rory praised every dress that Sugar tried, even if she looked like an idiot wearing it. And if Rory as much gave an odd look she would slap him. She ended up picking a red number, and gave it to Rory. "Gift wrap it too babe." She walked across the store and began to look around.
Sebastian walked up to Rory who was now at the cash register, "Do you even have the money for that?" he asked looking at the price tag. Sebastian did not know boundaries.
Rory shook his head, "No, but I have ta pay for it anyways. Her dad puts a limit on her spendin'."
Sebastian fished out his wallet; he was going to pay for the damn thing. He knew exactly where Sugar would be tonight, and he knew exactly what he was going to say to her. Rory seemed like a good guy and he did not deserve this kind of treatment.
"Ya don't have ta pay, I can get it."
Sebastian shook his head, "No, you can't. I can. You don't deserve to be treated the way she treats you." Rory shrugged, he really had no answer. "I hope things get better for you man." He paid for the dress and was on his way. He watched Rory walk over to Sugar with the wrapped dress. He had more than a few words for the girl tonight. Oh he was going to give her a piece of his mind, and probably give her his shoe up her little ass too.
Sebastian had no idea why he was feeling this way about Rory but he was and he did, and he was going to help the Irish boy no matter what. Because clearly Rory wasn't going to do a thing about it, and from what it looked like he was the only one who had seen this side of whatever relationship those two had.
The night came and Sebastian was putting on his new suit. His dad would ignore him tonight which was all good do him. His dad had his people, and Sebastian had his. The kids of the people at this party were all but what their parents wanted them to be. He buttoned up his suit and got into the limo with his dad mother and little sister. They headed to the party.
They were sharing a table with the Motta's tonight just started to get interesting.