A/N: My mind has gone crazy, I've been writing like crazy! Thank you long weekend! I hope you enjoy!
I was late for another Warblers meeting. I walked in the middle of a performance. The notes of 'Stand' ringing in my ears. What bullshit. When some old bully attempts suicide, he gets everyone's sympathy, but when I fall into a deep depression no one gives a fuck.
I put on my ' I don't give a fuck' face when the two other head Warblers turn and look at me. They seem pissed off, but right now I can't seem to focus on that. I hear words but they fly past my head. Something about punctuality and last chances. I nod before we go back to rehearsing.
By the end I feel like throwing up, but there isn't anything in my stomach to throw up. I grab my bag and rush out of the room, leaving others to whisper shit about me. I barely make it to my dorm bathroom before I'm retching up what seems to be black coffee. I feel horrible when I'm finished, resting my head against the wall. The AC vent providing me with a cold breeze of air. Thank god, I have a singular room. Having to explain why the bathroom had the distinct smell of vomit would have been hard.
Everything is fuzzy. I can't make out my own thoughts. I distinguish my phone ringing, but I don't have enough energy to answer it so I let it ring out. My eyelids begin to droop but I have a bolt of energy when there is a loud pounding on my door.
"Sebastian, you open this door right now!" Hummel's high pitched voice is echoing in my room.
"Hang on Princess." I call out and struggle to stand up. I use the counter to hold myself up. I carefully take a step forward, before I'm falling forward. I mutter out curses to myself. I prop myself back up and just yell at him,"It's open."
My door opens and I hear him calling my name. Then there's footsteps coming towards me. He crouches down beside me. I have to come up with a lie to cover this up, don't I?
"What happened? I heard from Nick that you weren't answering your phone. And now I find you almost passed out in your bathroom?" His voice sounds all nice and soft, but I know it's just an act. Why would he care about me? I'm just a jackass who deserves to die. He shouldn't be worrying about me, he should be laughing at the fact I'm in pain.
He's staring at me then I realize I haven't answered his question. I mumble something about too many shots. He seems to believe me. Before I realize what he's doing, he picks me up bridal style. Am I really that thin? Nah, Hummel must be stronger than I make him out to be.
I try to fight him, but his warm body feels good around me. I must be really cold if someone can make me feel warm. My body temperature is always warmer than everyone else. Jeff is convinced I'm a werewolf. He puts me down on my bed, I feel cold and I want him to hold me again.
He pulls the covers over me. I hear rustling and look at what he's doing. He places a bottle of aspirin along with a bottle of water on my bedside table. He looks over at me before kissing my forehead. He grabs his bag and walks out, closing the door behind him.
My heart is beating erratically, what the hell was that? Nothing about the scene that just happened makes me feel sexually turned on. I need to sort mt shitty feelings out but for now, I feel like sleeping. I close my eyes and stop thinking for a while.
I'm in my dorm, but this time instead of lying in bed I'm pushed against the door. Wet lips attack my neck, while a hand is palming me through my boxers. God, that felt good,lips move upward and kiss me. Whoever this was tasted good. He stops and start sucking on that spot underneath my ear. I see pale hands trying to unzip my pants. I moan like a whore, my words barely comprehendible.
"So perfect, so beautiful. Tell me Sebastian, do you think of yourself as perfect?" A hand reaches into my boxers and stokes my dick.
"Umm..." I try to form a sentence but my mind isn't working. It feels so good, I feel that familiar heat in my stomach. My toes curl and I let out a long and deep moan before a loud beeping noise fills the room.
I shoot up from my bed, covered in sweat and come. I'm gasping for air. My alarm clock is blaring. Oh god, I just had a wet dream about Kurt Hummel.
I turn off my alarm and get out of bed. He is rather attractive and he's so sweet. Maybe Hummel is isn't that bad.
I walk over to the full length mirror and look at myself. I pull off my shirt and pinch everywhere there is fat hanging off. There was so much. Then I looked down at my arms, I could hide those with some concealer. I used to look good in t shirts. I should act nicer, actually show up on time rehearsals, stop making fun if the hobbit behind his back. Then I'll be perfect. Perfect for Kurt.