AN: HI EVERYBODY!

I'm back to this story! Thank you soooo much KDesai and Dawofmorning for your wonderful, lovely reviews.

Now this chapter is kind of short. But don't worry. I know what I'm doing. LOL!

I split this up into two parts.

Now if you LOVE The Warblers, be warned you WONT like them here. They are complete assholes. I really like them but I decided to make them villians. If this bothers you, you have been warned.

Here we see what happened to Sebastian after his parents basically disowned him.

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Chapter 13

State Route 309. Market St. High St. North St. (not too far from Scandals). Back to High St. somehow. Findlay Rd.

Sebastian lost track of the road signs in downtown Lima. He was probably not remembering them in order since unceremoniously being kicked out of Memorial Hospital. Nevertheless, he just stared off into the distance as Blaine aimlessly drove.

He could feel their eyes on him – Mickey, Blaine, even Kurt. Sebastian wondered if he missed Dave.

Then again, he wondered if he'd ever feel again.

"I told you mom," Mickey blared into his phone, "this is IMPORTANT to me! He needs a place to stay!…. No, he doesn't have any other relatives….. What?! Well, maybe I just won't come home tonight!"

And that was it. He closed his phone, put it in his pocket, and covered his hand with his eyes.

"I take it," Blaine said, turning on Baxter St, "that she said no."

"Well done, genius!"

Blaine looked at him with concern in his eyes and when Mickey saw that, he relented.

"'I'm sorry. She said she doesn't care if he's a –!" Mickey lowered his voice a little bit, "She said she doesn't care if he's a one in a million pregnant boy or a girl, she doesn't want you living there because she thinks you'll be a 'bad influence' and 'generate a toxic environment.'" Mickey half-assed punched the dashboard. "Fucking bitch."

"I'm sorry, Sebastian." Kurt sympathetically said. Sebastian looked at him sideways and nodded.

"Why not my place?" Blaine surprisingly said. Kurt sat straight up and Sebastian couldn't help but notice. Mickey even turned around from the front passenger seat and looked at Kurt before turning back around.

"I don't think that would be such a good idea." Sebastian limply said.

"Why not?"

"You know why."

Blaine glanced out the window a little, turning back onto State Route 309. "Look, my parents won't care. They're hardly home anyway. There's plenty of room and you could still go to school." He almost kicked himself in the teeth right when he said that. Everyone glanced at each other, unwilling and unable to address the elephant in the room – that they hoped Sebastian's parents wouldn't kick him out of Dalton.

"Well…" Sebastian drawled out.

Meanwhile, Kurt looked out the window. "It's your best option, Sebastian." He turned and flashed that winning Kurt Hummel smile. "I say go for it."

"You can't be serious."

"Deadly."

"Really?"

"Really."

The other two boys watched the exchange curiously as a drizzle of rain forced Blaine to turn on the windshield wipers. And just as he crossed the railroad tracks on Market St, Sebastian spoke.

"Thank you, Kurt."

It was out. It was one of the very first, genuine phrases that would come out of Sebastian Smythe's mouth. Chances are, it wouldn't be the last but they would be few and far between. Kurt nodded and looked back out the window.

"Alright Blaine. I'll stay with you. And…thank you too."

"You're welcome, Sebastian."

Blaine purposefully didn't look in the rearview mirror at his boyfriend Kurt. He was too afraid of what he would see.

.

Living with Blaine wasn't too bad. He always seemed to have a well-stocked kitchen (and fantastic meals), housework was a breeze, and he only briefly met Blaine's parents. At least they cared for their son in their own way. And Kurt seemed to be over lot. Sebastian had to wonder if he was over more often since he moved in, but he had bigger fish to fry.

Besides that, his occasional pain hadn't gone away. He began to think that that doctor really did misdiagnose him. But he couldn't do anything about that at the moment. That is, unless, he found a job that had health insurance.

Not really knowing anything about the world of employment, he simply went down to his local Speedway gas station and applied for a job. His good looks must've helped him – he was hired on the spot. Either that or they desperately needed the help. He hoped it was because of the latter.

It was.

Work at Speedway was miserable. He was slow on the cash register, his aching back and joints thanks to the little one in his abdomen, made moving and unloading boxes difficult. Customers complained of his lack of speed and his manager was often berating him.

Not to mention that he was still surprisingly enrolled at Dalton. He couldn't understand this one. Perhaps his parents had paid for the rest of the school year and it was non-refundable. The Smythe parents never walk away from equity. Who would?

So, weeks passed like this – Sebastian struggled both at school, work, and schoolwork. Only at Blaine's house, where he could relax into his own peaceful world did he have time to be himself. Sometimes he joined Blaine watching this musical or going with him and Kurt to that movie.

And then there was Mickey. Ever the good friend, he helped Sebastian in ways the pregnant boy probably didn't know. This would've ordinarily been a good thing if there was SOME way he could repay him. But just being with him was good enough, evidently.

But there was a growing concern with Sebastian. And it wasn't the life forming in his body, although he did have to get a uniform two sizes bigger. It wasn't everything that was going on that was already in his life. This was something new. Something that he was totally blindsided by.

The Warblers.

As he practiced with them, Sebastian began to notice little looks in his directions from everyone. Or practically everyone. Whenever Sebastian was supposed to twirl, he always seemed a half-step behind. Once in a while, he got an annoyed look for a couple of them. Mickey was clueless – he hadn't heard a thing about what was going on.

And that troubled Sebastian worst of all.

So, on a Tuesday afternoon, he and Mickey walked into the Warbler rehearsal room like any other ordinary day. And when they pushed the doors open, frowns filled their faces. In front of them, nearly every Warbler was gathered in front of them like a Tribunal. Faces from left to right either stared or glared at him. Some had defensive postures and still others wouldn't even look at him. Sebastian and Mickey had a bad feeling about this and Sebastian possibly felt the baby kick.

"Sebastian." The ringleader called out. "We need to talk to you."

"What do you want, Justin?"

"We want answers." Somebody to the right answered. Others nodded and grunted their assent.

"Well," Sebastian began, twirling a finger near his hair, "I'm 5'9", I'm 110 pounds, I like windsurfing, parasailing, reading the Bible, and men who aren't afraid to cry."

Mickey stifled a laugh and Sebastian simply smirked.

"This isn't funny, Smythe!" Someone on the left yelled. "We've had it with you."

Justin waved him down and Mickey and Sebastian stilled.

"Sebastian," Justin began, "I'm hearing reports that you're often late for rehearsal, that you can't get the dance steps right or are a half-step behind, you seem to want to leave early, you leave like every ten minutes to use the restroom, you're surly and downright rude not only to this Council, but to your brothers in the Warblers. Plus, you don't have your pitch right when you sing and you're either flat or flatter, and to top it all off-"

"I'm pregnant."

Every single head turned in the room, including Mickey's. Murmurs quickly filled the room, along with questions like, 'is that possible?' and 'what the hell?'. Rude boys stared at his abdomen and Mickey hatefully glared at every single one of the Warblers, one by one.

"Really?" Justin coldly asked.

"Yes. Really." Sebastian whispered.

"Why didn't you say-?"

"And just how would I have, Justin?! The doctor said that the chances of a BOY getting pregnant are one in a million. Wish I would've thought to play the lottery!"

Brain-freezing, time-paralyzing silence filled the room. Boys looked at either Justin or Sebastian like a pinball machine. Meanwhile, Mickey now refused to look at anyone else but his close, pregnant friend.

"I see." Justin matter-of-factly said. "Well! This is news, boys. Yes, this is news indeed." Sebastian watched him with daggers coming out of his eyes while Justin simply looked smarmy.

Finally, Justin looked to the right side of the Council and then the left. He didn't even say a word to anyone and no one else did either.

"Looks like it's unanimous." Justin announced. Sebastian closed his eyes and waited for what he knew, he absolutely knew would come. And then, it did.

"Sebastian Smythe, you are no longer a member of the Warblers."

"What?!" Mickey roared.

"It's OK, Mickey." Sebastian quietly said.

"The hell it is!"

"It really is, OK. Besides, why would I want to remain where…I'm not happy." Mickey narrowed his eyes and heavily suspected Sebastian was lying. But his rage wouldn't let him process this information. Instead, Mickey marched out of the room, blasting the doors wide open.

"Don't tell anyone about this." Sebastian muttered.

"We wouldn't dream of it." Justin said. "It would…tarnish our fine tradition."

Sebastian pursed his lips together and left. And just as he left, Mickey exploded back in!

"Now listen here you rich, spoiled, baboon-assed motherfuckers! It must be nice to have allllllll the fucking answers in the world. But you just kicked him out of the one thing, the ONE thing that made him happy. And you TOOK THAT AWAY FROM HIM! You should be ashamed of yourselves and I want nothing to do with the FUCKING WARBLERS!"

Mickey wildly left, following Sebastian down the hall. And Justin merely made notes in the logbook.

"Well, gentlemen. Let's rehearse."

AN: I love Mickey! :)

Poor Sebastian... Poor guy can't catch a break can he? What do you guys think of what Blaine did? If you have questions, let me know. Part two coming soon. Have a Nice Day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3