Is Your Joke Still Funny?

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee all characters belong to Ryan Murphy; I don't own any songs either.

Summary: "I've treated everything like a big joke and I'm sorry." "That means nothing to me." "Go kill yourself it would make everyone happy!" "Fine." "Sebastian, I was joking when I said that." "Is your joke still funny?" "No-" she was cut off by Hunter. "Seb, what are they doing here?"

Warning: Language and Santana

~Recap~

I laid down in bed before I let sleep engulf me

~Sebastian's Pov~

I awoke from my restless sleep by the sound of voices coming from the door.

"Of course you may come in," I heard Hunter say from the door. I figured the door was for him, but decided to get up anyway. I threw the covers off of me and reluctantly sat up missing the warmness already. Shuffling over to my closet I pulled out a pair of jeans and a random shirt. I walked over to the bathroom and did my morning routine. Halfway through brushing my teeth I heard a loud knock on the door.

"Smythe, there are people here to see you! So why don't you grace them all with your presence," Hunter yelled on the other side of the door. I quickly finished getting ready. Slamming the door open I strode out of the bathroom, but immediately froze when I saw who was at the door. Santana, Puck, Kurt, and Blaine stood in the middle of the room looking around awkwardly. I turned back towards the bathroom to yell at Hunter for letting them in, but before I could Santana started talking.

"Hello Sebastian," she said smoothly. She sauntered up to me and put her hand on my arm.

"Why didn't you come see me? I needed you," she purred. I gave her a look of disgust before wrenching my arm away from her.

"Why did you need me?" I asked. She gave me a look that instantly made my throat dry.

"Because," she said loudly. She put her mouth next to my ear, "I wanted to tell you how much better we would all be if you were gone," she moved away from me.

"I know," I said mutely, almost inaudible. A frown made its way onto her face.

"Then why don't you do it!" she yelled. Hunter's head popped out of the bathroom.

"Please refrain from yelling people are trying to sleep," he stated calmly. I looked over at him; the last thing I wanted him to know was what she had done to me.

"Do you know Smythe," she suddenly asked. Hunter walked out of the bathroom.
"Somewhat, we've been roommates for two days," he said. A wicked smirk made its way up her face.

"Did you know he's a dirty, faggy slut? Or that he almost blinded Blaine?" she opened her mouth to say more. My eyes went wide.

"Santana," I yelled cutting her off from what she was going to say. Hunter gave me a disapproving glance.

"What do you want slut?" she growled. I flinched at the word.

"I-I," I couldn't find the words because my thoughts were clouded. Slut the word replayed over and over in my head.

~Flashback~

I walked into the kitchen. My mother and grandmother were cooking dinner.

"Mom," my thirteen year old voice sounded odd compared to my voice now. She lifted her head up from the pot.

"Yes, Seb?" she asked. I bit my lip.

"Can I talk to you and daddy when he gets home?" I asked quietly. She gave me a weird glance.

"Of course," she gave me a smile and continued dinner. Once my father walked in my nerves started to get worse.

"Harold," my mother started, "Sebastian, was wanting to speak with us once you got home." My father looked over at me smiling brightly.

"Would you like to do this in the living room or my office?" My father asked. I thought for a minute.

"Your office," I said finally. He nodded and walked to his office. My mother and I followed close behind.

"Please sit," I said quietly. They both sat across from where I was standing.

"Mom, Dad, you always said if I need to talk you were always there," I swallowed, "But I haven't been able to be truthful about school lately." My mother hummed.

"I noticed you were acting different Seb, what's going on at school?" my mother asked. I gulped nervously.

"Bullying," I muttered quietly. My mother gasped.

"Sebastian! Why on earth would those people bully you?" she exclaimed. My breath suddenly quickened. Now was the moment no turning back.

"Mom, Dad, I'm gay," I whispered. My mother flew out of her seat and glared at me.

"No, you are not a slutty fag, you understand me Sebastian?" she yelled. My eyes widened in shock.

"Do you understand me Sebastian?" she yelled again. My eyes looked at the door longing to be out of here. I whipped around quickly and ran out of the room.

"Sebastian Grant Smythe!" my mother yelled from the office. I ran into my room and locked the door, but quickly left the room locking the door on the way out. I heard loud footsteps coming from the stair. I quickly ran into a hall closet and locked the door. The footsteps passed the closet. I figured they went into my room.

"Harold, we cannot have a fag for a son," I heard my mother say.

"Get out," my father's voice said. I figured he was talking to me, but I didn't move an inch.

"Harold, you can't just kick me out!" my mother exclaimed.

"Yes, I can Sabrina, you are verbally abusing my son, get out now," my father yelled. I flinched at the tone in his voice.

"Fine, but you're going to miss this!" she yelled. I heard the sound of heels coming from the stairs. I let out a breath of relief. I heard my father knock on my bedroom door.

"Sebastian, please come out your mother's gone. She won't hurt you again," He said. I heard a loud sob come from him. Opening the closet door I walked out.

"Daddy?" I asked quietly. My father whipped around towards me.

"Seb," he ran towards me and gave me a hug. I hugged him back fresh tears fell down my face, but I knew not to cry because I was safe.

~End Flashback~

I closed my eyes tightly and put my head in my hands.

"Stop, stop, make it stop, please," I murmured through my shaking breath.

~No one's Pov~
Santana looked over at Sebastian a smirk adorning her face.

"Santana," Blaine said. She looked over at him.

"What hobbit?" she growled. Blaine twitched at the tone in her voice.

"You shouldn't be mean to him!" he exclaimed.

"He was mean to us, I'm just returning the favor," She said.

"You're taking it too far!" Blaine yelled. Santana and Blaine began to bicker back and forth.

"Santana I'm tired of this!" Kurt exclaimed. Santana looked over at Kurt astonished at what he said. It was all quiet until Sebastian started to murmur incoherent things under his breath.

"Sebastian?" Hunter asked. He took a step towards the shaking teen. Sebastian's eyes flew open. He had a scared panicked look on his face, one that haunts Hunter to this very day.

~Sebastian's Pov~

I looked between Santana and Puck their taunts floating through my head. Go kill yourself, do the world a favor. No one could love a sick bastard like you. I felt my lungs constrict the air I was trying to breath in. I couldn't breathe. Trying to take shaking breaths I felt the room spin wildly. My eyes darted between Santana's face and the bathroom. By instinct I sprinted towards the bathroom and locked the door. I heard thundering footsteps come from outside the door.

"Sebastian," I heard Kurt scream, "Open up!" I leaned against the wall and looked over at the cabinet across from me, the pill bottle on the counter taunting me.

"Sebastian, don't do this open up!" Blaine yelled from the other side of the door. I let a choked sob escape my lips. Reaching forward I grabbed the pill bottle.

"Smythe, open the door or else you're going to regret it," Hunter growled. I froze instantly I dropped the pills back onto the counter. My mind told me not to do this, but my body told me otherwise. I reached for the pill bottle again, but my mind screamed at me to stop.

"Sebastian, if you don't open this door I swear to god I'm going to break the door down," Hunter yelled, there was no bite in his voice, only concern. I twisted the cap off the bottle. The pounding on the door suddenly stopped. There was a loud thud before a click sound erupted. I quickly poured the pills into my hand. The door slammed open. Hunter ran in and suddenly stopped when he saw the pills.

"Sebastian," he breathed out. I shuttered at the sound of his voice. I put my hand close to my mouth ready to swallow the pills. Hunter took two steps towards me and pulled my hand away from my mouth.

"Please don't do this," he whispered. I let a couple tears slip down my cheeks. He wiped them away. Putting his hand in mine Hunter took the pills out of my hand. He put them back into the bottle and threw away the bottle. Hunter led me back into the room. Kurt and Blaine rushed over to me.

"Sebastian, I'm so sorry about everything that has happened. I don't expect you to except my apology, but I want you to know I am here for you, I always will be," Kurt said. I looked at him.

"I forgive you," I said quietly. Kurt gave me a small smile and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Blaine shifted nervously next to Kurt.

"Sebastian, I forgive you ever since the incident at the Lima Bean. I'm so sorry that I didn't stop Santana or Puck. You don't deserve any of this," Blaine said.

"Blaine, thank you," I said, he smiled widely in return.

"Well as much as I'd hate to interrupt the lady chat, but we have to go. Sebastian, try again," Santana said. She and Puck walked towards the door.

"Bitch," I growled under my breath. Santana whirled around a glare fixtured on her face.

"How dare you slut?" she exclaimed, "You slut!" She strutted over to me. We were almost pressed up against each other.

"You filthy fucking slut!" she yelled. Her hand moved towards my face. A loud smack sound echoed through the room. I pressed my hand against my cheek.

"I think you should leave," Hunter growled.

"Gladly," she turned on heel and stormed out of the room. Puck followed her. Kurt and Blaine gave me an apologetic look before slowly walking out of the room. There was an awkward silence between Hunter and me.

"Why?" he finally whispered. I turned my head away from him.

"No reason," I muttered hopelessly.

"Has this happened before?" he pried.

"Stay out," I growled. Hunter gave me a confused look.

"Stay out of what?" I whipped my head towards him.
"My life," I growled. Hunter shifted awkwardly.

"Please," he barely said barely above a whisper, "Let me in." I stood from my bed and stormed out of the room.

~Hunter's Pov~
I stared at the spot Sebastian was just sitting. I kept thinking of ways to help him, but couldn't come up with any.

~Time Skip~
Sebastian came back to our room right before curfew. He didn't acknowledge my presence; he immediately laid down in his bed and fell asleep. Following his actions I laid in my bed, but couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned a good portion of the night. After some time I realized I wasn't going to get any sleep. My mind had become preoccupied with thoughts about Sebastian. I was suddenly broken out of my thoughts by a loud whimper. I looked over at Sebastian's bed to see him thrashing around. He was crying. (from what I could tell) I stood from my bed and walked over to Sebastian. I shook his shoulder lightly. He jerked away from my touch whimpering loudly.

"Sebastian," I said loudly. His eyes flew open; he stared at me. Sebastian for once in his life look broken and hopeless.

"Hunter," he whispered brokenly. I looked down at his sobbing form. Sitting next to him I pulled him into my arms.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked quietly.

"Because I care," I said firmly. Sebastian swallowed.

"Why do you care?" he asked. Because I love you… but he would never know that. I took a deep breath.

"Because you're my roommate and I care because you're my friend," Sebastian let out a sob. I just held him.

"Hunt," he said, "Thank you." I smiled sadly at him and held him in my chest. I let him cry himself out before I fell asleep, Sebastian cradled in my chest.

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