I really like this chapter. Also I think it's the longest one I've ever written.

I thought that everything was okay now. I thought Sebastian was better than whatever one else had said. I thought that maybe now Sebastian and I had a chance now. I was wrong. Oh how horribly wrong I was. I stood there in the middle of the hallway, thousands of people staring at me as ice and red dye number seven dripped down my face, Sebastian standing in front of me holding the cup it hand once contained it. He sneered at me, turning as he threw the cup over his shoulder which it hit me right in the face, which he happened to see a snicker at. He left calling one word over his shoulder,

"Fag."

I stood still, hands clutching my sweater vest willing myself not to cry. How could I be so stupid as to have believed that he had changed? He only took me out on that, I don't even want to call it a date, so that it would hurt more when he did this. He was just toying with my emotions.

I heard footsteps coming, and the sound of people being shoved and a voice that yelled, "Get out of my way!"

An arm went around my shoulders as I was escorted to the boy bathroom, I didn't even look to see who it was I just kept staring at the ground, as if that was the only thing I could focus on that wouldn't make me fall to pieces.

"Honey put your hands on the sink; I'm going to clean that slushie out of your hair."A voice that could only belong to Kurt said gently.

He took off my hat handing it to someone, probably Blaine.

I tried to focus on Kurt's fingers that were running through my hair in attempt to clean me up, but all I could see every time I closed my eyes was that stupid little smug smile and those green eyes that mocked him. I just broke down crying I didn't care if I looked like a fool in front of Kurt, it just hurt so bad. I thought that maybe, just maybe my life was going to get better, but it never does.

I could hear Kurt whispering comforting words between my heavy sobs; he pulled me into a hug, not caring if his designer shirt got ruined as I cried into it.

"Shh, Chan it's alright. I am never going to let anyone ever hurt you ever again and I mean it." He cooed petting my wet hair, almost crying himself.

I felt another set of strong arms around me, Blaine, "That's right."

"It's a-always like this." I sobbed, hiccupping.

Kurt and Blaine pulled away a little.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, moving some hair out of my eyes.

"I guess it's because I'm a stupid ugly, faggot or something." I said; tear after tear falling to the floor.

"Chandler! Don't ever say that! You are not any of those things!" Kurt scolded, surprised by what I was saying.

"Let me finish please." I pleaded, calming down a bit, whipping my eyes on my sleeve.

Kurt hesitantly closed his mouth and nodded for me to go on.

"I'm always alone, I sit by myself during lunch, I do projects by myself and then there's this one guy who comes up to me, and he's nice to me and he makes me feel all fluttery inside and I feel like I'm worth something and then he goes and humiliates me in front of the whole school just so he can get a cheap laugh out of the gay nerd that no one likes." Suddenly it's hard to see through these eye blurred by tears.

"He doesn't know that I'm going to go home and cut myself and that my father will find me on the floor half bled to death. He doesn't know that I'll have to stay in the hospital for the remained of the year because I refuse to eat so the nurses are forced to feed me through a tube. He doesn't know that I'll have to spend the whole summer attending therapy that doesn't really help. He doesn't know that I have to take depression pills every day." I say, becoming completely overcome by the sobs wrecking my body.

Kurt looked like he was about to cry or throw up and Blaine looked like he needed to leave the room all together.

"Chandler is that what happened at your old school?" Kurt said, trying not to cry.

I couldn't say anything so I just nodded, hugging myself.

"D-did you like Sebastian?" Kurt asked, he wasn't accusing me or anything, it was just a question asked out of concern.

"I don' k-know. I think maybe I was beginning to, I at least thought we were friends, but…" I said, trying not to recall the incident.

"Chandler." Kurt said, going to put a hand on his shoulder, but I moved away.

"I think I'm going to go home now." I said, not being able to look either of them in the eye.

I made my way out of the bathroom to the front office to phone my father, he would pick me up no questions asked; after all he let me do whatever I wanted.

I lying on my bed, curled up into a ball. This couldn't be happening all over again. Not again. Part of me wanted to pop in Evita, not because I wanted to watch it, but just because it would be a distraction and maybe I would even end up losing myself in it, but this was something even Evita couldn't fix. Betrayed twice by people I had just be being to trust and maybe even love.

I buried my head into my pillow, maybe my dreams would be a better place to be. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a knock, it startled me. Maybe Dad had sensed what was up and was checking on me so we would have a repeat.

When I opened the door, however, no one was there. Maybe I was hearing things, there was another knock and I realized it came from the window. I have no idea why I didn't go get my Dad, but I just walked over and opened the blinds. I never wanted to hurt someone so bad.

It was HIM, the nerve of him to show up like this. Who did he think he was with that bleeding lip-wait bleeding?

"Um, hey." He grunted shifting himself on my roof; he winced in pain as he moved.

So Sebastian was injured, oh well. I've been hurt one too many times; I went to pull the blinds back down.

"Wait! No I have an explanation, I'm not saying it's a good one, but I have one." He quickly blurted out, eyes shining in fear and pain.

I felt a little bad for him, but it wasn't enough, to make me let him in and I proceeded to close the blinds.

"PLEASE! I'll let you hit me as many times as you want or whatever you want just please let me it!" He pleaded franticly.

It wasn't the promise of letting me hit him that made me open the window it was his look of pure terror that I had seen on my face so many times before.

Sebastian maneuvered through the window, his injuries making it difficult, which made him fall onto the floor. I just hoped my day thought I was going through the anger stage of hormones and wouldn't come up here. I sat myself on the bed as Sebastian struggled to get himself sitting upright, propping himself with the bed. He breathing was labored and it seemed that no matter how he moved he was always in pain. Once he got himself situated he looked up at me, he green eyes looking a little clouded.

"How's it hanging beautiful?" He asked, swallowing hard afterwards.

I stiffed up, did he not remember want he did to me?

"Oh man, you eyes are all red and puffy. I made you cry again didn't I?" He asked closing his eyes and whacking his head against the bed.

"You are not going to make it up to me." I said, I almost didn't recognize my voice, it sounded like all color had been drained from it.

"What? Blondie?" He asked confused, tilting his head.

"My name's Chandler and once you done here I never want to see you ever again." I hissed, I kind of surprised myself, I had never gotten angry like this ever in my life.

Apparently Sebastian knew this as well I could tell by the shocked expression on his face, but it soon disappeared and he looked serious.

"Let me see your hands." He said, moving a little jolting as pain shot through him.

Okay, I was kind of getting worried about him about now, but I was still mad at him.

"Why would I do that?" I asked, looking ahead.

"Just give them here."

Sebastian never did have any patients and I just let him do what he wanted, until he started pushing my sleeves up.

"What are you-"I demanded as I tried to pull my hands away, but he had a firm grip on me, he hands felt kind of cold.

He pushed the sleeves up to reveal several crisscrossing marks on my wrists, he looked at them with sad eyes as he traced on of the thicker lines with his thumb.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"I-"I was about to make up some sort of lie, but he cut me off.

"I heard." He simply said and I almost fell apart again, "I had to see if you were alright so after everyone had left I went to the find you, but Hummel and Blaine were there so I just stayed outside with the door cracked. Chandler you have to believe me when I say that I wanted to throw up because of what I did and that was before I knew what had happened to you. Now I just want to throw myself off a cliff or something."

"Is that why?" I asked, gesturing to his body, referring to the fact that he was injured.

"This? No, I got this…well I'll tell you, but right now I need you to do me a favor do you have a first aid kit?" He asked, he seemed to be breathing harder.

I nodded.

"Do you have the supplies for stitches?" Sebastian asked once again.

"Stitches?!" I gasped, did he really need stitches?

He breathed in deep, pulling up his shirt to reveal a deep gash in his abdomen. I almost jumped out of my skin,

"Shouldn't you go to the doctor?!" I exclaimed staring it as it oozed blood.

"Just get the kit." He said, too tired to fight with me.

I leapt up and ran to the bathroom, rifling the cabinet for the first aid kit, I looked inside it looked like we had what he needed. I went back to find Sebastian shirtless the bloody garment abandoned on the floor along with his beloved jacket.

"Alright, either you hold me or find me something to bite on." He said motioning for me to give him the first aid kit, looking through it; he pulled out the thread looking thing and a needle, along with some disinfectants.

"What?" I asked out of shock.

"Well princess this isn't going to be a walk in the park for me, especially since I don't have any alcohol for me to drink, I guess we have these alcohols rubbing stuff, but I'd like to use them to make sure I don't get infected." He said picking them up and shaking them, "So either you hold me or find me something to bite on and hurry it up on the decision because I'm kind of bleeding to death here."

"I'll hold you I guess." I didn't want Sebastian to ruin any of my things, although I kind of wondered why he wasn't using his shirt or jacket, but I guess it had blood on it.

A smile creeped up on his lips, oh how I wish I hadn't said that. Sebastian then motioned for me to sit behind him.

"You might wanna lean back on the wall and have me lay between your legs." Sebastian suggested, he was trying to be serious, but you could tell he was a little bit happy.

I did as he said and he leaned back onto me, my chest pressed against his back, I hadn't realized how large Sebastian was or heavy.

"Mmmm, you're soft." He purred as he set up his station.

I just rolled my eyes, "Just start patching yourself up already."

"Alright, alright keep your panties on, or on second thought take them off." Sebastian teased and I jabbed him in the side, "OW! Hey injured here!"

He grabbed an alcohol wipe tearing it out of its package, he took a deep breath before placing it right on the gaping wound, he hissed, throwing his head back onto my shoulder, eyes squeezed tight. He opened them as he began to get used to the pain once he was finished he threw the bloody wipe into the open lid of the first aid kit. He then grabbed the needle and thread.

He took another deep breath, "Okay, here comes the fun part. Just so you know anything that happens here stays here."

"Why are you assuming I'm going to do something?" I asked, was he really that full of himself?

"Oh I'm not worried about what you're going to do." I said as he rested his elbows on my knees as he tried to thread the needle, "It's what I might do."

After the 5th time he failed, I took the need from him and threaded it myself.

"Thanks." He whispered, licking his lips.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous myself, I'm sure he could feel my heart pounding, just like I could feel his.

"Nope." He said going for it.

I could look even if needles didn't make me nervous I don't think I could in any life watch someone stitch themselves up. Sebastian just about yelled a curse, until he remembered where he was, he bit down on his tongue and the rest came out as pitiful whimper. I didn't think I would go soft for him so easily, but that little crying whimper was all it took. I ran my thumb across his collarbone, as I kissed his head, it made my heart hurt to know he was going through so much pain and I couldn't do anything about it except hold him and let him know I was here.

Sebastian stopped half way through, sweat covering most of his body, he was panting, practically gasping for breath.

"Chandler." He gasped out, between breaths, pain all through his voice.

I could feel my heart breaking in two.

"I'm here. You're doing great Sebastian." I said in the steadiest voice I could muster.

"It hurts." He said I felt a tear fall onto my hand.

"I know." I said nuzzling into the crook of his neck, "I know."

That's how the rest of the night went, Sebastian groaning and bubbling out sounds of pain as he sewed the wound closed and I held him, kissed him and told him that everything was going to be alright.

He barely had enough energy at the end to tie the string and cut off the excess. He threw his materials over with the alcohol wipe, leaning back fully onto me; I didn't really mind how heavy he was anymore.

I had one hand out front, which Sebastian soon intertwined with his own. My free hand I used to run through his hair.

"I never want to do that again." Sebastian muttered.

"Me neither." I said, playing with a strand of hair.

"Except this part," He breathed, I could tell he was smiling, "I would mind lying like this with you every day."

I sang quietly as he fell asleep.

Hey, hey we are a hurricane drop our anchors in a storm

Hey, they will never be the same.

A fire in a flask to keep us warm.

'Cause they know, I know that they don't look like me.

'Cause they know I know that they don't sound like me.