So, another attempt at angst, Glee-verse this time. WARNING FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS! I know this doesn't seem very angsty at the moment, it probably doesn't even seem very good at the moment, but this fic is going to include self-harm and possibly suicidal thoughts/actions. If you think this might trigger anything, please don't read it, it really isn't that good to risk it.

Also, boy-on-boy action to come as well, so if you're not a fan of that this probably isn't a good idea either. :)

And now that I've taken up half the chapter with this intro, on with the story!

Prologue

'I don't care what it takes, if you're not 'fixed' by winter break, don't bother coming home.' With that the phone line went dead.

Sebastian stared at the phone in his hand. He knew his father didn't approve of his being gay, he voiced his opinion quite loudly on a regular basis. But this was the first time he'd threatened to throw him out because of it. There were 5 days left until term ended and Dalton sent its students home for the holidays. What does he expect me to do? Find a girl stupid enough to believe I'm straight and get her to go out with me within the next 5 days? Sebastian had been dreading going home enough as it was, he really didn't need this extra stress. So much for a quiet break.

'Hello? Earth to Sebastian, come in Seb.'

Completely lost in thought, Sebastian hadn't realised that Hunter was talking to him. 'Huh, what?'

'I asked you if you were ok. You looked like you kind of spaced out after that call.' Hunter looked slightly concerned for his roommate. 'Who was it anyway?'

'Oh, it was just my dad, reminding me how much fun the holidays are going to be.' Everyone knew Sebastian didn't get along with his dad, but nobody had any idea of how bad it actually was.

'Well at least you only have one annoying parent to go back to, I've still got two.'

Sebastian managed a small smile. 'Yeah, how are the lovely Mr and Mrs Clarington these days?'

'Same old, same old. The only reason they're still playing happy family is because 'divorce is frowned upon' in the higher class circles, apparently.' Hunter smirked and turned back to his books.

Having successfully deflected the subject, Sebastian relaxed a little.

Those five days seemed to pass in a blur and all too soon Sebastian was walking towards his car, suitcase in hand. After promising Hunter to keep in touch, even if it was just to let him know he was still alive, he got in his car and head off towards the airport.

He spent the entire plain-ride mentally preparing himself for when he was to meet his father outside the airport. As he finally came into view in the airport terminal, Sebastian put on his cockiest smirk.

'So, I take it you didn't straighten out since I last called you?'

'Well, it is pretty hard to find a nice girl in an all-boys school, but I'll be sure to make an effort now I'm back with my loving family.' Sarcasm was probably pushing it, but he was too stressed to care.

'Don't take that tone with me Sebastian, you're lucky I'm here at all.' And with that Robert Smythe turned around and walked towards the exit, not even checking if his son was following or not.

Well, there you have it. This is the first time I've written something like this (self-harm etc.), so leave me a review and let me know if it's realistic. :)