oh my God, i just realised that people did not like Sebastian's mother in the last chapter. i thought it was the 'death pie' chapter (which is this one) until i realised i hadn't posted that yet. God, you are going to really hate her in this one...

Eat Your Words

Chapter Ten

"SEBASTIAN!" his mother yelled out his name that wonderful Tuesday afternoon.

He dropped the pen in his hand. You know, he was concerned about the ringing in his ear. Was that normal?

"I made you a…" Nathalie's voice sounded uncertain, and tired. "I made you a PIE!"

Sebastian looked up to see his mother standing there, big fat oven mitts around a just-baked fresh pan of warm blueberry pie. He was overcome with an overwhelming nausea and dread. Because his mother only made him pie when someone was dying or dead. Or Sebastian was going to end up wishing it was him that was fucking dead.

"Listen, WE have to talk," said his mother immediately. "It's very important."

Sebastian was sure he had indigestion and he hadn't even had a piece of the death pie yet.

The last time that she gave him a pie was two years ago, after a kid in school passed away because he had a heart defect that the docs didn't know about and his heart just stopped when he was running. Sebastian couldn't stop thinking about it, cause he could hear the other kids scream out as the little kid was running, "Run, Fatty Matty! Run!"

Yeah, it didn't matter that Matty was 'fatty' anymore now that he was dead.

"Get off my fucking case," Sebastian suddenly said, not even wanting to know what she was going to say. "Get off."

"For the love of God, Sebastian… I didn't even say anything yet!" Nathalie placed the pie in the centre of the table, and Sebastian's stomach twisted even more, his hand shaking. "Will you please stop acting like a child? You bloody tower over me. Show me some form of decorum because I am your mother. I demand to be treated with respect."

"Sure," Sebastian snorted. He didn't even like blueberries. "I respect the fact that you're a cunt."

His mother stared at him very seriously. Great. What? His grandmother's dog died? The sun was not going to shine for a few days because Sebastian was an asshole? The lazy ass principal finally looked at Sebastian's email and figured out that yeah, he didn't fucking take the damn calculus class, so he had no reason to do an exam on it for fuck's sake?

What was the big bad news here? Hummel's appendix exploded, and the world was coated in toxic pink glitter?

Nathalie placed a hand on Sebastian's off-yellow pants, which were full of fucking holes. He had more holes in his clothes than a microwaved potato. Yeah, the thrift shops probably had his face memorised by now because his clothes ended up getting torn in less than a week, and he had to drive to get some more presentable clothes. He probably had plastic bags filled with tattered pants that looked like they belonged to a fucking twelve-year-old.

"Sebastian, you know… I'm sorry," Nathalie was apologising. Not a good sign since he just called her a cunt.

He didn't even remember the last time she apologised for anything. This situation must be catastrophic.

"Yeah, you know what? I just realised I'd rather barf than have this conversation so if you'd just excuse me, I'm going to—" Sebastian got up, but Nathalie pushed him down. Man, for a little woman, she sure nearly dislocated his fucking shoulder joint. Wait, could that get him out of his next exam?

His mother rolled her eyes. "Barf? Oh, is that because of your super serious 'eating disorder'?"

Sebastian didn't reply to that. Even if his autopsy came back with 'died of complications due to toxic blueberry pie ingestion and anorexia nervosa', she wouldn't believe him. Whatever. He didn't give a shit.

"What's the thing that you just had to tell me?" Sebastian changed the topic.

Yeah, Nathalie didn't appreciate that. "I almost felt bad for telling you this," she followed this with an hmmph and then picked up the pie. "But you turned into a monster and I don't understand what on Earth could've happened to make you this way. I know the little kid that I bought up was perfect but now, you just… you ruined yourself. You made yourself sick with—my goodness, I don't even want to think about it! Which brings me to my next point…"

"Get on with it. I've got a fucking exam to study for," Sebastian tried to pretend that didn't sting. Come on. His mother called him a sick monster and he had a Trigonometry exam in a few days. How could this day get any worse?

"FINE!" Nathalie slammed the pie down again and bits of hot pie splattered everywhere. Some were on his pristine notes, and hands, and he felt ill. "OH, SWEET, WONDERFUL SEBASTIAN! Your father is getting out of jail next week, and when he does, you are HIS responsibility because I'm SICK OF YOU STAYING IN MY HOUSE!"

She was leaving him, and Sebastian was just sitting there paralysed because what the fuck? Did she just tell him that after next week, he was going to live with the guy that regularly used to beat him up into a near-death state?

And she took his pie! Sebastian was pissed. He didn't want the thing, but it still pissed him off that she took it.

Sebastian got up almost immediately afterwards, running after her—which didn't take long considering that she was holding a piping hot dessert just fresh out of the oven.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Sebastian finally said, a lump forming into his throat. "Why?"

Sebastian couldn't believe this. So, she didn't like that he lied to a principal a few years back, and now, she was sending him into the lion's cage because he was faking an eating disorder? And how the hell was she so certain that he was faking it? Maybe he really did have a problem scarfing down Snickers.

"WHY?" his mother shrieked, like it was the stupidest question that he'd ever asked in his whole entire life.

Lena had just walked in, and flinched at the sound of her mother's yell.

"I DON'T WANT YOU IN MY HOUSE!" his mother yelled out, and Sebastian paled. "I KNOW THAT YOU'VE DONE SOME DEPLORABLLE THINGS, SEBASTIAN, BUT-BUT… GOING OUT ON DATES WITH MEN? KISSING THEM? SLEEPING WITH THEM? AND THEN COMING INTO MY HOUSE AND-AND CONTAMINATING MY PLATES AND MY BEDS WITH… OTHER-OTHER MENS' BODY FLUIDS! AND-AND…"

Nathalie shrieked again. "YOU TOUCHED ME! WITH… WITH YOUR POLLUTED, DISGUSTING HANDS!"

Sebastian was so surprised. He knew not to mention his sexual endeavours around his mother, especially since he wanted her to slowly forget about it. Fuck Gay and Gayest. They just had to come here and out him out to his own mother. Come on. That had to be a sacred gay guy thing. You don't out someone that was gay, especially if you weren't fucking straight yourself. That was just wrong.

He moved closer to her, but Nathalie just moved away from him.

"Don't make me throw you out of the house right now," Nathalie hissed coldly at him, placing the pie at the edge of the table as if to try and feed a rabid animal. "Don't even think of coming close to me. Do you understand?"

Sebastian gawked at her. Then it hit him because he knew what she thought he had.

"Look, I… I'm clean, alright?" Sebastian was sure his mother thought he had AIDS. He was also fucking sure that his mother thought he didn't have an eating disorder because she was sure that he lost his weight because he was succumbing to a chronic, deadly infection because of his gaydom. Yeah, that was bad. "I'm clean."

"Get out of my face," was what she replied with. "You are not clean."

"I'm fucking clean, okay? I'm fucking clean," Sebastian repeated, and he was sure that he was crying right then. It was humiliating. "I don't got no AIDS. I don't got no HIV. I've never even had an STD before, you know. I—"

Strands of dark hair were falling in front of her eyes. "Good luck on your exam, Sebastian. Now, get out of my sight."

"Look, okay?" Sebastian replied in a throaty voice. Tears were still spilling. "I can… I can fucking prove it. I…"

"LENA!" Nathalie's voice startled both Sebastian and Lena. Their hearts practically jumped out of their ribcage. "DON'T EVEN THINK OF TOUCHING HIM OR I'M THROWING YOU TOO! Is that understood?"

Sebastian grabbed the pie dish that he was sure his mother was going to throw away anyway even if he ate it—you know, to prevent his gay germs from seeping in—and then smashed it against the wall. Blobs of blueberry pie were covering the wall. Sebastian was breathing heavily, choking and sobbing recklessly. He felt Lena move towards him, reaching out for him almost as if she wanted to hold him but then retracting her hands away because he was diseased.

His mother shrieked again. "FORGET IT! I GAVE YOU ONE TOO MANY CHANCES!"

Nathalie threw a spatula at him (yeah, seriously) and it smacked him in his wet face. That was going to bruise later, and he just knew it because he had baby Hummel delicate skin. "OUT OF MY HOUSE… NOW!"