I'm back! Thanks so much to my reviewers (There weren't that many of you, but to those who did, I love you guys!).
This chapter is all kinds of angsty and warnings or everything I put in the first chapter. Lots of triggers.
Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 6
"When are they coming?" He asked, his voice coming out weaker then he wanted it to. He couldn't believe this was happening. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was talk about how weak he was. About how Danny knew about his weakness. His stomach turned at the very idea of it.
Kurt sent him a sympathetic look. "Half an hour. If you want, I can go out and give you some privacy."
Sebastian shook his head and began to pick at one of his fingernails. "No. I don't care."
Kurt wondered if it didn't bother him either way, or whether he actually wanted Kurt to stay and just didn't want to admit it. "Alright. Do you want to eat lunch early?"
Sebastian dropped his head back against the couch. "I don't want to do this on a full stomach."
Kurt understood that, but ever since he had seen Sebastian's starved body… He was just worried that even if Sebastian was hungry, he wouldn't tell him. Or that he might even skip meals in purpose.
Kurt needed something to do, badly. His was going mad and he had to focus on something other than random conspiracy theories he churned up.
He had never been one to love phone calls, he preferred to talk to people face to face, but this was a case of desperation. He needed to distract himself.
He would have called Rachel, she could babble endlessly for hours on end, but she was rehearsing. Santana wasn't someone you called without a good reason. Finn was in class, shockingly. His dad was at work. But this was the Friday his stepmother, Carole, had off.
He didn't usually call her, not unless he couldn't contact his father or Finn. But she was there, and easy to talk to.
She picked up on the second ring. "Kurt!"
He smiled. "Hi. How are things in Lima?"
"They're great, sweetie. How's New York?"
Kurt wandered off to his bedroom, pulling the curtain closed behind him. "Good. Really hectic right now."
"NYADA keeping you busy?"
He hesitated. "In a way."
She laughed. "Honey, you know I love talking to you, and I'm so glad you called, but why? Did something big happen?" He couldn't get his mouth to form the words. "Kurt?"
Kurt shuddered. "It's a really long story and I just needed to talk to someone."
"I've got time."
"Well…"
By the time Kurt had finally fully informed her, she was trying to convince him to let her come up for a few days. His dad wasn't as good with this kind of stuff, and he would need help balancing watching Sebastian and his other duties, such as his job and NYADA.
"Kurt, you can't handle it all by yourself. I know you want to, you're stubborn like your father in that way, but you're going to wear yourself out. I'll only stay a few days. Just until he's mostly physically better."
Kurt had no idea what to think, or say. He wanted Carole's help, but he did not know how Sebastian would take it.
"Alright," he sighed.
"I'll let you know once I find a flight. I'll try for tonight or early tomorrow."
He smiled. "Thanks Carole."
"No problem, honey. But the question is now, do you want to tell your dad or do you want me to?"
Kurt groaned. Yeah, that was going to be fun. Explaining to his father why someone he used to detest was now living in his apartment, downright delightful. "It will sound better coming from me. Thanks though."
"Stop thanking me for stuff. I'll see you soon."
"Bye." He slipped his phone into his back pocket.
"Who was that?"
He jumped. "God, Sebastian. Don't sneak up on me like that." He didn't understand how he could walk so stealthily. His legs must have been killing him.
Sebastian smirked. "Don't flatter yourself. I didn't sneak up on you. You were just so engrossed in your phone call that you didn't hear me clomping around."
"Ha ha," Kurt muttered.
"Who were you talking to?"
Kurt ran a hand over his hair. "My stepmother. She's going to stay here for a few days."
Sebastian crossed his arms and leaned against one of the support beams. "Why?"
Kurt sighed. There was no way to beat around this bush, and he didn't want to lie. "To help me out."
"With what?" Sebastian's eyebrow shot up. Kurt was silent. "Wait, with me? I'm not a toddler. I don't need a babysitter."
"Sebastian… You know that's not-"
"No, I do know that's what you meant." He walked off, determined to be prideful and not to grimace, despite the fact that every step sent a wave of pain up his legs.
Kurt face palmed. Yeah, great job there Hummel. I'm sure that's exactly what every guy in college wants to hear. That they're so emotionally unstable that the person their living with needs his stepmom to come help him out. Yeah, not all that flattering.
There weren't any actual rooms in their apartment to hide out in besides the bathroom so Sebastian locked himself in there for ten minutes or so.
Kurt wanted more than anything to know what was going on inside Sebastian's head, but he wasn't going to pry. He just needed to give him some space.
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"Mr. Smythe?" the officer inquired.
Sebastian had zoned out again. Kurt touched his shoulder, jerking Sebastian back into reality. They had only asked two questions, and he was already spacing out. "Yes, sorry."
"When did you meet Danny Morgan?"
Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck. "When I first moved here to New York. He… He worked in a music shop near my old apartment."
"How long have you known him?"
"A year."
"When did you two become involved?"
Kurt saw some of the color drain from Sebastian's complexion. "Our first date was only a few days after we met, but we didn't start dating for a few weeks."
"When did he propose to you?"
"Two months ago. I moved in within him around the same time." Kurt was surprised by how clear Sebastian was. His hands were shaky, and his face ashen, but his voice didn't waver.
The officer's hand hadn't stopped moving the whole time, but he set down his pencil for the next question. "When did he first begin to physically abuse you?"
Sebastian's hands began to shake so much he had to shove them between his thighs. "A few months after we started dating. We had been arguing and I crossed a line." He blinked, he was not going to lose it. Not right now. Not here. "He punched me in the face."
"Did you ever try to end the relationship?"
He couldn't believe this. He would have to vocally admit to not having been strong enough. It came out barely above a whisper. "No."
"Why not?"
He could feel Kurt tensing up beside him. Kurt didn't appear to like how emotionless this law enforcement worker's approach was.
Trust me Kurt, it's always better this way. It's harder when they send you looks of pity and try to offer meaningless words of comfort.
Sebastian crossed his arms and steeled himself to just spill. His voice didn't want to cooperate though. "I…"
The cop's eyes seemed to be boring into him. He began to blink furiously as those eyes morphed and changed until they resembled someone else's. Their hazel became darker and the blankness was filled by hatred.
"No," he whispered softly, his hands burrowing into his hair. "No, no, no." He closed his eyes and began to rock back and forth, his head shaking.
"Give him some space," Kurt snapped and began to rub Sebastian's back.
The officer sent a firm glare Kurt's way, one that clearly stated he didn't like his attitude.
Kurt didn't give a damn. A badge didn't suddenly excuse you from being an asshole.
"Do you want to take a break?" Kurt muttered, loud enough that only Sebastian could hear it. "Don't try to be a hero. If you need a break, just take one."
Sebastian nodded and subconsciously leaned into Kurt's shoulder. "Just… Just g-give me a minute."
The officer's expression remained monotonous. Kurt didn't understand how you could witness someone breaking down and not feel anything. Sympathy that they were hurting. Rage towards whoever hurt them. Unsettled by the idea that someone could do this to someone else.
Sebastian could feel the walls he had set up so carefully crumbling away. Memories were resurfacing. Things he didn't want to face.
"I can't believe this!" Sebastian yelled. "You went out, to dinner with another man, and you honestly think I'm stupid enough to believe it wasn't a date! I'm not a damn moron!"
Danny clenched his fists at his sides and met Sebastian's icy glare. "He was helping me with a project!"
"Project 'Cheating on my Boyfriend?" Sebastian could feel his eyes burning. "I can't believe you did this. Danny, we were fine. More than fine. I thought I was in love with you!" Sebastian could feel the anger coming back. "I'm such an idiot! I fell for you! And then you-"
At first he just stood there completely dazed. He reached up and felt the raising bump and blood forming above his eye. His mouth was opened slightly and he stared at his boyfriend in shock. Danny had hit him. No, not just hit him, punched him. He felt the pain finally hit and he gingerly pressed a clean napkin to it, bringing it down to confirm there was indeed blood there.
Danny's eyes were like black holes right then. Sebastian saw a darkness, an anger, he had never seen before in his boyfriend. Danny didn't apologize, he didn't look remorseful. His voice was quiet, but the threat was obvious and clear.
"Never yell at me like that again."
Sebastian tried to retaliate, tried to make it clear that what he did, how he reacted, was not okay. But he was struck silent. His mouth wouldn't move. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he was dating a man who would hit him. His temple was pulsing.
"Do you understand?" Danny's finger pointed at Sebastian's chest, the sudden movement causing him to step back and hit his lower back on the kitchen counter.
He nodded.
He brought his hands over his eyes and tried to rub away the images imprinted on his retinas. It was going to be a very long interview. "Alright. I-I'm okay."
Kurt didn't look convinced, but he didn't argue.
"Why didn't you leave Danny?"
Sebastian's felt a shiver run down his spine. "I was scared."
"When was the first time he sexually assaulted you?"
Kurt stiffened and wrapped his arm protectively across Sebastian's shoulders.
"I was drunk, we had been together for four months," he paused and took a shaky breath. "I didn't want to, but I was too intoxicated to stop him-"
He placed a hand over his mouth to keep from gasping. He could only remember bits and pieces, but the stuff he did remember was horrifying.
"-no, Danny, I'm not ready!-"
"-shut up-"
"-please, please, I don't want this-"
"-stop screaming! Someone will hear you-"
"-NO!-"
"Sebastian." Kurt could see it in his face, he needed to stop and breath. "Okay, we're taking a break." Kurt gently pulled him to his feet and steered him towards the bedroom.
"It's easier to just get it-" The officer started.
"We're taking a break," Kurt snapped. Sebastian was barely holding himself up, his whole body shaking from compressing sobs.
He sat him down on the bed and tried to control his building rage. God, he hated that Sebastian had to go through this. He knew that if they were hoping to lock Danny up, to get justice, this was essential, but that didn't make it any easier.
Sebastian was holding his head in his hands and breathing shakily. His tall, lanky form seemed so small. Like he had begun to fold in on himself and if someone didn't stop him, he would soon be reduced to nothing.
After a few minutes in silence, Sebastian lifted his head and shuttered. "I need to finish this." His voice was soft, fragile. Kurt had to remind himself that this Sebastian had once been a cocky, sarcastic, Mr. I-Sleep-With-Anything-That-Has-a-Dick. Now it was like he had been drained of all his self-confidence and happiness and filled again with dark sadness and soul crushing memories.
The rest of the interview was finished without a meltdown, but it was like Sebastian wasn't really there. Not that he had been fully there since Kurt rescued him from Danny, but he was less than half there right now.
The officer finally left, notebook pages filled with notes to prosecute Danny. Sebastian just sat on the couch, his knees to his chest.
He felt like throwing up; someone knew what he hadn't stopped. Someone knew everything. He could feel his breakfast in his stomach. Maybe he was just imagining it; it should have been digested by now. But it felt like a chunk of iron was sitting in his gut. It made him nauseous.
He would vomit, even induce it; anything to lessen the feeling of disgust that was consuming him. But Kurt wouldn't understand. Kurt would think something was wrong with him, that he had an eating disorder or something similar.
So he just dealt with the pain, the feeling of repulsion, swallowing it down like everything else.
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So? Hope you loved reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I love these characters so much. XD
Glee season 6 premieres on FRIDAY! I know, it hasn't been the same, and a lot of people quit watching it, but I'm excited none the less. (Maybe we'll get a little bit of Sebastian. At least a mention.) While I love Kurtbastian, Klaine is still super cute and I'm really really hoping for a Klaine wedding this season! (And a Britana one.)
Let me know what you think of this story so far and thanks for sticking with me! Reviews make my writer heart happy and encourage me to write more. I have a new policy: 8 reviews or 7 days. This will be my updating schedule.
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~Ann
