Like I said, this differs from the episodes due to the fact that Sebastian's influencing some events and some events influenced others to lead to this. I hope it makes sense! YES. I am bringing out the stereotypical portrayal of schizophrenia in movies brought on by the media because I think that that's what's gonna cause angst…especially from Kurt, because Kurt doesn't LIKE stereotypes. It can be very offensive-y for people who do have schizophrenia and the most I know is a few details here and there, so be very open-minded. Also, religious issues brought on! Be very open-minded yet again, because Sebastian comes off as slightly atheist-y. I suppose if you watched the series, especially with Kurt's views, then you'd be okay with the whole religious ordeal I'm stepping in here but it's for a good reason and is vital to the plot. I don't mind if you stop reading if you KNOW it's gonna offend you.

10

that mental charade

Kurt Hummel was sitting just beside Rachel Berry and he was looking at wedding magazines with her. Today, Nick had called him to confirm their event, seeing as Kinate was still in re-assembling themselves even though they swore that they were going to partner in with Afesat. Kurt had been extremely amazed by this. Afesat was known, of course, and most importantly, it was known for being on-the-top. Kurt had a small suspicion that Afesat would be there for Nationals as well for CSR purposes, at least sponsoring the event, thus had to say a few words and if Kinate merged with Afesat, then shit will go down.

Kurt Hummel pointed towards one of the dressers with zeal and enthusiasm. Rachel laughed. They were having a fabulous time if Kurt said so himself. Then he saw a Swatch's glittering surface and realised that Sebastian was standing there, wearing the clothes that Kurt had gotten him during the slushie event, but Sebastian didn't seem to mind being dressed as Kurt for the moment.

"I bought an engagement gift," but Kurt can hear the spite in Sebastian's voice.

Sebastian had given a brown papery envelope and Kurt had opened it, and then vehemently jumped up, staring at Sebastian with eyes so full of anger. This caused Kurt to stare at him as Sebastian went on. "You're gonna call Nick up and cancel that stupid Warbler event, because I'm not gonna look at him or that picture will be quite the highlight of Jacob's blog – which by the way, is a scared little prissy cat."

"…you're gonna let him upload a picture of my naked boyfriend?"

The picture was taken by a phone – probably Sebastian's Android from the angle – and this caused him to be extremely well-pissed off at him.

"24 hours." Sebastian stated, and was just about to leave when Kurt grabbed the wedding magazine and hit Sebastian at the back of his head causing the taller ex-Warbler to look back before lunging at him, grabbing him by his stylised hair and tugging at it whilst he laid on top of Kurt's body. Kurt swung a punch at Sebastian's stomach, causing his breathing to eradicate.

"I've got sickle-cell anaemia. You don't want to do that," Sebastian snarled, but Kurt didn't seem too phased by it. Face full of hot-white rage, as he pulled Sebastian away from him.

"Enough!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Sebastian, I hate you! I can't stand you and if you step a bit out of line then I will kill you—"

Kurt put a hand over his mouth and then shook his head. Dave's words, out of his mouth, threatening Sebastian. Sebastian stared back at him in mild shock, and Rachel seemed to realise this just as fast as he did.

"24 hours," Sebastian repeated, voice still taking in Kurt's hatred for him as Kurt bit down his lower lip.

"I didn't mean it!" Kurt called out after. "I can't even swat a fly—!" Kurt watched him disappear off, as Kurt's breathing erratically sped with the passing seconds.

Kurt looked back at Rachel, with soft eyes. "I didn't mean to say that….I of all people…shouldn't…"

"Kurt, it's just a threat."

"It's the threat that scared me so much I barely ate or slept in days! It's the kind of thing I never should say, Rache. I know what it does."

"Sebastian isn't fragile." Rachel tried to explain to him.

"No, Rachel," Kurt's lips quivered, as his mind thought of that boy, that broken small boy that was crying and crying just a few minutes after his Father left, lost, confused, dazed. "He's as fragile as porcelain," he laughed emptily at his statement.

"I shouldn't have said that," Kurt repeated.

"Kurt! Are you listening to yourself? All you did was threaten—"

"—to kill him. Just like Karofsky did. How come when he says it I have a band of people behind me telling me it's not right, but when I do it, nobody's in it for him?"

"You're not a jerk, Kurt."

Kurt stared back at her. "I threatened him, Rache. I exposed the fact that he was disowned. I organised an event with people that he hates and expects him to be okay with it? I asked him to be a pretend date for me, and then he was so hurt when Dave told him he was using him as a rebound—that's all I ever did was use him. I'm a bully, Rache." Kurt's mind dawned on realisation of the events.

"Kurt, that-that's not true," Rachel tried to assure him otherwise. "Why are you on his side?"

"Who else is going to take his side? Nobody, Rachel. His parents? No, he's disowned. I was there when it happened. He cried, Rachel. He cried."

"Kurt," Rachel shoved the envelope at him. "He's the guy that took naked pictures of your boyfriend. He's not exactly a saint."

Kurt curled his lower lip. "He's scared shitless about facing the Warblers again."

"So, you're gonna call the whole thing off and not let us go to Regionals? Kurt, I can't believe how selfish you're being—"

"No," Kurt suddenly said. "But…but I'm not gonna let Nick or any of the Warblers talk back to him. He threatened me not to say anything for him, but I think it's mostly because he doesn't want to let me in. He doesn't let anyone in."

Rachel seemed to look at him suddenly as if he'd grown two heads. "…a-are you sure about this?"

"Yes, and don't worry, I'll take care of the whole Blaine issue without having to tell Blaine." Kurt said, and the first thing he'd done when he'd gotten home was call Sebastian Smythe, with a very strong voice. When Sebastian answered, Kurt launched in despite how nervous he'd felt about saying this out. "I'm gonna defend you. It's gonna be okay being with the Warblers again and everyone knows you've been disowned. I don't think…I don't think they'll hate you for it. They're sweethearts, Sebastian."

Sebastian didn't say anything.

"Bas?"

"I wasn't gonna upload the stupid fucking picture anyway." Sebastian shut the phone and Kurt felt a mixture of response, one was victory, and the other one was pain, because he was right, and partially because Kurt somewhat thought that Sebastian was now afraid of him. With that thought curdling in Kurt's blood, he shut his eyes tightly.

Kurt had eaten lunch with Carole and Burt and his Father and stepbrother insisted that they stay on the couch and watch the game. Kurt rolled his eyes, as they flipped through channels. Kurt grabbed the remote and flipped back to another channel as they were made by blonde hair and a pair of dark brown eyes that suctioned any type of warmth around him like a black hole.

Kurt wanted to growl.

A girl stood by Jean Smythe, and she looked exceptionally alike to Sebastian. Kurt realised it must be his Mother, as she had the same hair colour, elongated, thin face, and insanely beautiful green eyes, and was wearing a dress – if Kurt wasn't wrong – that was from the very recent Gucci collection. "Jean Smythe, how do you respond to the talk around Lima about you disowning your own son?"

"My son?" Jean said in near incredulity. "Disowning him? I would never…" Jean seemed to be an amazing actor from what Kurt could see because his eyes were flashing a dark, hard brown at the thought of him 'disowning his son'.

Jean grabbed onto Sebastian's arm and pulled him close, running his hand across Sebastian's hair in a near loving manner. "No, no, of course not. My son is unstable of course. He is a paranoid schizophrenic and this seems to be one of his delusions—"

"Paranoid. Schizophrenic." Kurt's voice was high with disbelief.

"My son is on Clozapine and goes to CBT regularly. It's even stated so in Sebastian's medical records that he has had schizophrenia for the last four years. For this, we had to shift him from Dalton to a more public school with less restrictions—it hasn't been disclosed that he does have schizophrenia because my poor child simply wanted to be normal."

"Bullshit!" Burt suddenly called out.

Kurt nodded his head, silently watching with eyes so hard he hoped that from the pure fire in his eyes, Jean Smythe would burn on the spot. No such luck happened unfortunately.

"Sebastian's being awfully quiet," the reporter noticed.

"He's seeing things that aren't there. Of course he's paying attention to something else." Jean tried to explain.

"How violent is he?"

"Quite."

Jean grabbed Sebastian's hand.

"No, you disowned me!" Sebastian tried to put up a rather very believable act as he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, looking rather very angry, as Nathalie pulled him over to one side, and tried to assure him otherwise, but Sebastian's eyes looked nearly murderous.

"He agreed to letting his Father play victim?" Carole's voice was full of shock.

Finn shook his head. "I just—you know, I didn't think that…"

Kurt pulled himself out of the couch, putting down his untouched plate, and in haste, he walked up to his room, trudging towards the mug in front of him, his Mother's mug, and he looked down, staring at it for solace. Kurt grabbed the mug, ready to nearly shatter it. The Warblers and Sebastian's proposal this morning was just out of his mind. He wondered what Andrea thought right now. If Andrea was going to go with this stupid plotline that Sebastian wasn't really disowned and was just a schizophrenic with a set of delusions.

Sebastian brought himself towards the edge of the bed, sitting down, feeling a quaint heaviness in his stomach. He was starving and the nausea lingered in his mind. His Father got an amazing angle, didn't he? He had all the family records to prove it. Dammit if he knew his grandmother was a paranoid schizophrenic. They could pretend all they wanted to the media—and Jean knew what real schizophrenia was like, yet he went on with what the media would've wanted.

His Nona would be very hurt right now. Sebastian wanted to see her but he can't. He can't imagine how it must be like. Sebastian saw Andrea step inside of the room, with a look of pure horror sprayed on her face.

"Sebastian, what was that?" she was angry.

Sebastian looked down at his lap.

"Nona will never ever talk to you after that."

"I'll pack my bags and leave tomorrow." Sebastian muttered softly under his breath.

"Sebastian, you're not leaving anywhere. I am not going to kick you out. You're my brother!"

"Well, he was my Father and he still kicked me out!"

"Well, according to the media, that's a delusion," Andrea spat it out with venom, as she stared at Sebastian starting to shake. She hugged him tightly and Sebastian hoped she was too upset to notice he was smaller. He felt smaller in her arms. Andrea's hand was in his hair and she sobbed. "Can't you just be normal, Sebastian?"

"No, apparently, I'm mentally insane," Sebastian was shaking.

"They made you take pills you didn't need on live television, Bas—what is it going to do to you? If you're going to keep up this stupid insane charade, they're going to make you take it all the time, as if you really need it, but you don't, Bastian. You don't need it."

Sebastian felt Andrea cup his cheek as she hugged him even tighter. "I love you, Sebastian, and you're being unreasonably stupid."

Sebastian looked down at his feet, unable to look into her eyes as she slept. He felt a whole new emptiness claw into his body, destroying him.

Sebastian walked inside of the church next to the Hudson-Hummel household. He had passed this by when Andrea had talked him but he hadn't walked in. Andrea had told him that not all churches were right, right? Sebastian stepped inside to find the preacher standing by the podium, and then stared at him with rather sceptical eyes as Sebastian sat down.

"Preacher Gabriel," he introduced himself, sitting down beside Sebastian all of a sudden.

Sebastian sighed but didn't say anything. Gabriel didn't either, not for a while, as he looked at Sebastian with intense eyes, as if he was trying to decipher him. "How do you know that there's a God? There's not even any proof that there's a freakin' Lord to praise."

Gabriel didn't berate him, which was what Sebastian was expecting. "Why are you asking me to judge you?"

Sebastian suddenly looked up at him with confused eyes.

"You say those words in hopes that I will scream at you, hate you, deny you—what are you rebelling against?"

"Everything," Sebastian muttered back. "Every single damn thing."

"Then why are you here? So that you can be told that you're not religious and the Lord will not accept you, which is not in any person's ability to decide?"

Sebastian looked around the church as if asking himself, and then looked into Gabriel's deep blue eyes. "I'm gay." Sebastian added on as if that would be the final straw. "I pretended to have schizophrenia so that my Father could look good on media. I have HIV."

"I can't judge you, brother," Gabriel called out. "If I do, I do God's doing."

Sebastian looked at Gabriel's eyes yet again.

Gabriel stood up and then turned to look at Sebastian. "You are safe here. God is here to protect you. Do you want to pray to Him?"

Sebastian was about to tell him off, when he stood up, felt compelled by some other force, as Gabriel ushered him to the podium and then let Sebastian stand near a Bible. "I can't hold it. I might…infect it or something."

"Why are you worried about infecting this then?"

"It's God's word," Sebastian said adamant.

"And you ask me then," Gabriel stood beside him, looking down at the pages before him. "Why do people pray to something that has no proof? Is this not proof of your faith?"

"I sleep with men if you haven't understood my implications—"

"And yet you're still here."

"I'll leave you alone then," Gabriel had walked off, letting Sebastian stand there, aloof. Instead of reading, Sebastian had left without a sound, feeling completely numb and confused. Sebastian was too sure that he had no faith, except yet another part of him was attacking him with doubt. Sebastian sighed and just as he was about to step towards his car, he felt a hand grab his wrist.

Sebastian turned around to see a very, very furious Kurt Hummel staring back at him.