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Chapter 7: The last day of the week.


Sebastian was worrying. He had been thinking about his twin that suddenly just went by himself to his enemy den. The Warblers had cried, some of the seniors lost the chance to go to Nationals. As the team captain, Sebastian had to rise the team's moral and prepare his resignation. He was pretty sure this was the reason Barry made himself scarce.

His phone beeped, signalling him a new message arrived.

To: Bas

From: Bar

Bas, try to talk to them. DON'T mention anything about leaving the club right now. Just stay with them and try to talk about your feelings too! I am safe, the NDs are very interesting people. I'll probably return late, so take care! :)

Barry

Sebastian sighed as a smile was forming on his face. What would he do without him?

He entered the music room silently.

As usual, his friends were dancing and singing. From outside perspective, it might seems that they were having fun, however, for someone who had been in that group before, there was a touch of sorrow in the air.

"Hey guys," he declared himself from the corner after they finished the song. "How about another number?"

"Bastian!" they swarmed him, all cheered up in split seconds. He coughed once, silencing the room, and sang. "Always… You will be part of me..."

"And I will forever feel your strength," Thad continued and joined one by one by the others. Sebastian grinned, holding the tears that threatening to flow. David carried it on. "When I need it most…"

The verses got switched around, nobody was taking as a lone soloist for this one, as it was a special song and was supposed to be sung by all of them.

"I'll see you again, you never really left," Nick and Jeff sang together, facing the soon graduating members. The three of them started crying, of course, it was manly tears. "I know, I'll see you again."

"Warblers," he called. "We lost the Regionals. For the seniors, that was our last official performance."

All of them had tears on their eyes again as he poured salt on the wound. "However, that does not mean it will be our last performance together. Let's make the most of our time! We will not spend the year crying and regretting the things we have done. It all means we have more time to spend on being together, being us, being the Warblers."

They flashed him a big smile. Whatever he would be in the future, he would never forget that day. Somehow, it felt lighter than before.


The next day, he was greeted by an overly enthusiastic and jumpy Barry. They went to the mess hall for breakfast, but his brother was so excited that he bouncing down to the hall, like an overgrown child. He sighed loudly, exasperated. He really hoped that the chemistry lab did not explode or something caused by his double.

"Oh! I have a surprise for you, come on!" Barry exclaimed and dragged him away. When they met the Warblers, they greeted them and just let them go. "Good luck, Seb, you will need it," David said solemnly.

That left him even more confused than before. But when Barry dragged him to Lima Memorial Hospital, he knew what the surprise was. Barry looked at him, worried. "Are you ready? We can go back later if you aren't."

"Nah, the sooner the better. Is not like I can run from this forever," he answered. He was so not ready for this, but he had to. If he had the choice, he would escape to the farthest point on Earth forever. However, he really has to admit it to the one he wronged the most. That he was wrong, and to say sorry that he cornered the other boy to where he wished to never wake up again.

Barry smiled encouragingly before tugging him away again. "Come on."

"Dave! Look who comes to visit!" Barry greeted the boy. David Karofsky watched them, smiling slightly, before greeted them back. "Barry, Sebastian."

"David," he replied, still feeling jittery. "I… I am very sorry about my words. I don't mean them, I should have known better about staying in the closet and coming out."

"It was not your fault, really. It was what my mother says that drove me here."

"Still, my words must not be helping."

"Yeah, it doesn't," David said softly. Sebastian closed his eyes, the feeling of guilt doubled. "But I forgive you." And his eyes snapped open again, "What?"

"I forgive you, like you said, you don't mean it. And Barry has been helping me with the guilt. So, I think we are even," he explained, lips tugging upwards a bit, "it's nice to have a brother like that."

"I am blessed," Sebastian replied. "Barry is one of a kind. I don't know what to do if I lost him."

Barry reached out to his hand, a kind smile graced his face. "Nah, I am the one who is lucky. Bas is the older brother I can ever wish for. He always there for me and he has never abandoned me for all my faults."

David grinned, "Well, I don't have such a great sibling, but I won't give up anything for my dad."

The three of them laughed. Sebastian wondered, his life really was looking up.


"Come on Bas! I don't want to meet them alone in the shopping district," Barry whined.

The older by 5 minutes grumbled, "you always act like a kid when you are doing something you don't want to do."

Barry huffed indignantly at his words, but did not reply. He greeted his friends cheerfully when he saw them, waving energetically. "Hey Kurt, Blaine, Santana!"

"Barry!" Kurt called back, showing his happy face at Barry and quickly changed it to sour at him, "and of course, the chipmunk."

He sneered back, "if it isn't the Old Betty White."

Barry elbowed him, "be nice!"

He grumbled, "fine."

Santana hummed, "who knows that the great overlord can be tamed."

"Oh? I think the term tame can never stick with me. Wild though, it is quite a vulgar word, isn't it?"

As the two of them keep glaring at each other, Barry pulled Kurt and Blaine to the bowling area. He looked at him teasingly, motioning the distance between them. "Run, Bas, run!"

"Don't expect us to forgive you just like that because you have a nice twin," Santana growled as there was some distance between them. "I am fine with your double but hell will freeze first before I play nice with you."

Sebastian scoffed, "I think it would freeze when you're nice to anyone. And it is not like we are suddenly all goody goody with each other just because."

"Hmm," was her response, "maybe you are not that bad, after all. A good villain every once in awhile is not unwelcome."

"The hell, woman?" he snarled back.

"We'll see, Fievel, we'll see."

Right, he was not an uncontrollable villain with no direction anymore.


"So? How is your conversation?"

He pondered for a moment, thinking back to Santana's contusing words. "Interesting," he finally decided. "And you?"

"Well… Blaine is okay with the incident. He can accept it as an accident. Though Kurt is still angry with you, Bas," Barry replied, trying to eat his ice from the iced tea. He chuckled, joking in light tone, "I can totally relate though!"

He grumbled unhappily, "are you saying I have upset you before?"

Barry gave him a look and he relented. Years before, when he questioned his sexuality, Bas once went back to Central City for a holiday. At the time he had been denying that he was gay for a while, so to prove it, he flirted with Iris, Barry's crush. If he could date his straight brother's love interest, he must be straight too. He even asked her out! To his disgust, she agreed too!

That incident was a disaster. Bro code 101: you do not date your bro's girl. Period. (Not that people uphold it).

He realized that soon enough when he was feeling nauseous when getting back to his shared room. Barry was not crying, but it was a close thing. How his twin could smile such a tortured smile and he let that happen. He confessed his confusion, his guilt and pain, all the burden he shouldered since his suspicion then.

Barry accepted his explanation calmly and held him on his arms for the night. He even accompanied him to come clean with Joe and Iris. "I'll always be by your side whatever happen," he said then.

Barry wore the same expression as he was then, serious and somber yet understanding and kind, reminding him of their mom's. "Come on, let's join the group again?"

"Of course."

In some way, he never felt this light since a long time.


Thad frowned. They had to make this work. Throughout the week, they had asked Sebastian to rethink his decision. They asked a lot of people for advises and almost did all of them that they thought good. They had sung to him, caught him off guard and bombarded him with questions, asked him nicely, even got the twin to help them. But noooo! His resolve was just too strong to waver. Stupid, stubborn, senseless Smythe! S4! Ha! Wasn't that funny.

He loved singing and dancing. Even a stranger could see that. His guilt had made him overlook it and straight to how to resolve the situation. Even though it was not the best according to the people around him.

"Hey Niff," he called Nick and Jeff. "What about we asked the New Directioners to help us? They will help us in reeling him back, right? I mean, maybe we can get a new captain or something, but he cannot just give up singing, you know?"

The group stayed in silence, mulling the idea. David nodded after a while, "why not? We have nothing left to lose anyway. If the victims of his bullying say so, he might change his mind."

"Okay, Operation Bring Sebastian Back to the Warblers 5.0, commence!"

"5.0?"

Thad grinned, "well, the singing is 1.0, make him drunk to say yes is 2.0, flood him with questions while he was still drunk is 2.1, ask him to rethink a la David is 3.0, get Barry to use his puppy eyes is 4.0. So, this one is 5.0!"

"This is officially the stupidest name I have ever heard."

"Don't be such a spoilsport!"

"Wait, what? He is giving up singing? Damn that squirrel face, I will punch one on that bastard until he sees sense! No way I'm letting him do that before we know who are better between the two of us," Santana grumbled.

Kurt grimaced, "squirrel face?" he whispered to Blaine who shrugged.

Rachel looked upset, "well, the plus side is we are down one competitor, but I would never wish for one to stop doing what he has been so passionate about!"

"So… what's the plan?" Sam asked. He did not like the guy but his twin was nice enough.

"Punch him?"

"Why is the solution is always punching?" Kurt murmured.

"Sing?"

"Uh… Rachel, let's not."

"Maybe that's not a bad thing," Santana countered, who in the rare moment agreeing with Rachel. Finn did not know whether he should be happy or scared. "If I can get him sing like the Smooth Criminal again and win maybe we don't need to change his mind at all."

"Santana!" Artie yelled, feeling outraged.

"Fine! So, what's the plan?"

Finn groaned. What were they even doing?


Meanwhile, facing with the identical twin, Sebastian was frowning as he saw Barry's bluish bruises. "Bear?"

Barry paled, Sebastian could see it, worry settled on his stomach. "Why is your face-"

"I fell?"

Sebastian growled, "you know you're a bad liar, don't even try."

"I-"

"Sebby!" Thad called out, "the winner has graced us their presence!"

Both of them frowned. "The Nudists are coming?" Sebastian complained.

Barry groaned, "Bas."

"You are not off the hook yourself, Bartholomew," he replied, at Barry's guilty face. "Why are they here?"

"Well… They want to talk to you?" One of the newest member replied timidly and immediately shushed by the others.

Sebastian raised one of his eyebrows, unimpressed. "Right, they are at the music room, right?"

At the nods, he marched to the Warblers' nest, followed by the hatchlings on his heel. "Let's get this over with."

He was greeted by Santana prowling gracefully like a lioness, foot tapping followed the beat. 'Another Michael?' he wondered.

"They told him don't you ever come around here

Don't want to see your face, you better disappear

The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear

So beat it, just beat it," she sang challengingly.

Sebastian rarely went down with if confronted, grinning wildly. "You better run, you better do what you can

Don't want to see no blood, don't be a macho man

You want to be tough, better do what you can

So beat it, but you want to be bad," he continues where she left off, startled circling each other again like some sort of staring contest. Entering the next verse, they walked to the front, still singing and dancing together with the beat. Sometimes, Sebastian really loved this because of the call of adrenaline. Whenever he dances, the blood rushed to his head and he loved it. WIth the feeling of guilt eased, he could sing like the old him again.

"Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right," Santana belted out before repeating the chorus again as he answered the challenge. Sometimes, he felt like she was one or two steps in front of him and other times behind him. When they finished, the people there clapped loudly. Fascinated by their performance.

He breathed hard, but so was she. However, the rush of adrenaline had not gone yet, but he knew the trap. And fell for it, his mind supplied. He cursed inwardly.

"Aw, come on Sebby, you sing like that and you wanna quit?" the devil taunted.

'It's not exactly your business, Sha-Queer-A."

"Well, there is noone who can match me like that, be proud of that, little bird," she sneered, "you spend so much time trying to be the best, training yourself and controlled you voice, you wanna give up just because a few bumps on the road?"

"Bumps? Giving up? Who says anything about that? You come here, challenge me to sing, then questioned my decision?" he raised his voice, ignoring the flinch Barry barely contained. "So what if I am quitting? It doesn't mean I am giving up singing. I will always sing, as a hobby or as a job someday. But this is my mistake. By forgiving doesn't mean forgetting. This, is my way to say I know I am wrong."

"If you want to punish yourself, shouldn't you hear what they want, Bas?" Barry countered. "If you decide by yourself your punishment, isn't that cheating?"

The room fell into silence again as Sebastian looked at Barry, bewildered.

"They are from the other side of your wrongdoings. So, let them choose the retribution for you, then you can't complain, right?"

They looked at each other for a long time. In the end, Sebastian tore his eyes off, "fine."

The room cheered confusedly while he sulked. And here he had thought Barry was on his side. Well, he always took side where he deemed the best for him, but still, he was the older one!

The twin smiled, "good. When do you want to be back? Do take your time though, brother."

"Take time?" The room fell quiet with confusion with him.

"Well, you have given them your resignation letter, right? You have to apply again," he reasoned with a grin and he answered with a smile. A compromise, no singing until he was ready. "And probably audition again."

Sebastian lost his smile. "No way, audition again?"

"What I would give to see that," Blaine and Kurt mumbled at the same time and glanced at each other, surprise on their eyes.

Santana laughed, "take that, you pain-in-the-ass Disney prince."

Sebastian flashed her his most charming smile, "of course, milady, I have aced it before, I could totally aced it again."

"Come on, let's sing another number!"


The airport was loud.

"So… It's almost a week already huh," Sebastian commented.

"Yeah, I need to go back to school. Your friends are cool though, like always," Barry laughed.

"That's why join your school glee club."

"The choir?" His twin pondered, "maybe I will."

Sebastian mock gasped, "my God, did I hear what I think you just said?"

Barry playfully hit him on his arm, "Bassy!"

The announcement rang, Barry hugged him again. "See you Bas! Visit me sometimes!"

"Alright! Be more careful! Don't get hit again," he teased, half-serious.

"Screw you!"

He saw the back of his twin, entering the door. Who knew, the next time they visit each other again, he would eat those words himself.


Hope you like it! The song is 'I'll see you again' by Westlife and 'Beat it' by Michael Jackson. Please leave a review!