"The Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza is officially a go." Mercedes said just as Dylan walked up to the 5 glee clubbers.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Rachel is having a party and we are going to give it a little spark." Puck said.
"Wait, we're bringing fireworks?" Brittany asked and everyone looked to the girl before looking back to Dylan.
"It's this Saturday night. You in?" Santana asked and Dylan nodded.
"Hell, yeah. Sounds like fun. And it'll be more celebration for mine and Britt's win at the dance competition. I'll ask Mitchell." Dylan said before walking off and taking his phone out of his pocket. He then pressed call on Mitchell's number before putting it to his ear.
"Mitchell, here." The brunette boy said.
"Mitchell, it's Dylan. Rachel's having a party Saturday night. I've heard it's gonna be a wild ride. You in?" Dylan asked.
"Yeah!" Mitchell replied and Dylan laughed.
"Alright, man. See you in glee." Dylan said.
"Later, Blondie the Third." Mitchell said before hanging up.
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After spraying his Paco Rabane 1 Million cologne, Dylan opened his wardrobe doors to find a shirt while slipping a black leather belt around his jeans.
Dylan was excited for Rachel's party. Puck had text Dylan saying that he was going to convince Rachel to turn it into a proper party as it wasn't going so well.
He picked a white button-up shirt and was putting on his slip-on Vans when his cell phone rang. He looked and saw it was a number he didn't recognize but answered it anyway.
"Hello?" he answered.
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In the Oscar room, people were being their drunken archetypes when Quinn's phone rang. She groaned before taking it out of her pocket and looking at the screen. Tilting her head in confusion, she stumbled over to Kurt.
"Who's Brillo?" Quinn asked, holding the phone right in Kurt's face. Kurt moved his face away and squinted his eyes.
"That's Dylan. Why would he be calling you if…?" Kurt asked before looking around and realizing that he wasn't at the party. He then realised that the tall, blonde boy had never even showed up for the party. Kurt took the phone and was about to press the 'Accept Call' button when Dylan's name vanished off the screen. He had ended the call.
"Hey, Hummer! I wants my phone back!" Quinn said before miraculously managing to take the phone from Kurt. Kurt then checked his own phone to see he had a missed call from Dylan too. He tried calling him but each time he tried; a monotone voice repeated the same sentence: "The number you have called has not been recognized. Please hang up and try again."
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A mangled Blackberry Storm, smashed into a thousand pieces lay on the ground next to a boy stood up, his face resting against a long brick wall.
Dylan's fists and head were supporting his whole body weight as he faced the outside brick wall. Tears ran freely down his face before his right fist collided with the wall. Then his left. And now he was treating the wall as if he was Dane McGregor last week at boxing club. Or if the bastard that did this would be right in front of him, mocking him and bragging about what he did. With every collision to the wall, his anguished cries grew more broken until he turned around, leaned against the wall and slid down it, his now swollen hands covering his face. He let sobs overcome his huddled body. He had nothing left.
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At school on Monday Mercedes, Tina, Mike, Mitchell, Puck, Santana, Sam, Artie, Quinn and Brittany were gathered in a huddle.
"It'll help your hangover. That's what Bloody Mary's are for. Hair of the dog that done bit your ass." Artie said before everyone took a plastic cup and the flask before pouring the drink into the cups. They then saw Dylan walk past.
"Yo, D." Artie called out and Dylan turned around. Everyone flinched. He had dark circles around his blue eyes. His hair was all messy and had no shine, his white t-shirt looked 2 sizes too big, he was wearing worn sneakers with holes in, his shoelaces were untied and his skin was pasty.
"Damn. You must've drunk a lot at that party…and afterwards. Although you really need to invest in some sunglasses…and I don't get why you have to wear the old clothes." Artie said, looking the soccer captain up and down.
"Did you get a tattoo while you were drunk and you're hiding it with baggy sports clothes?" Tina asked.
"No. I didn't get a tattoo because I wasn't drunk. I wasn't drunk because I didn't go to that damned party. I wasn't drunk because I actually have self-control. I wasn't drunk because I care about my health and my body and because I want all of my organs intact. I wasn't drunk because I actually want to live life without getting trashed. Just don't come calling when you wake up in a gutter." Dylan said and the piano player could see everyone's shocked eyes behind the sunglasses.
"Tell Mr. Schue I won't be in glee today because I'm busy." Dylan then said.
"Doing what?" Sam asked.
"It's none of your god damn business!" Dylan exploded. The very dim glow in his eyes had morphed into an angry inferno and his fists started to clench. Everyone could see he was trying really hard to keep his anger in check.
"Just tell him I won't be there." Dylan snarled under his breath before turning away and heading into the gym. Everyone looked to each other before shrugging and downing their Bloody Marys.
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"And now performing the hit song 'Tik' and also 'Tok', by rapper Ke-dollar sign-Ha: the New Directions." Principal Figgins droned in his monotonous voice before taking the microphone stand with him to one side. Dylan rolled his eyes at the song choice. And although Brittany sounded good singing it, Dylan wasn't in a congratulatory mood. His face was contorted with rage and disgust as he could smell the whiskey from where he was sitting. He then headed backstage where he saw a big bottle of liquid with plastic cups on the table. Smelling the drink, Dylan could definitely smell the whiskey, brandy, scotch…and was that cough syrup?
He put the bottle down before watching the rest of the performance and when he saw Brittany throw up on Rachel; Dylan started marching and left the room. He seriously couldn't handle anything else to do with drink.
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He headed into the boys locker room where his fists rammed into the nearest locker. He repeated his actions many times as he passed each locker before stopping as his uneven breathing was making him light-headed. He looked up and saw that he was at the end of the row of lockers. His broken eyes then skimmed across the row of lockers to see that every single one on the row had a fist sized dent. He looked to his bandaged hands from before and removed them to see purple, red and black patches all over his hands. He threw the bandages in the shower before sitting down on the bench, raising his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of crumpled up paper. He stared at it before standing up and leaving the locker room.
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"I'm buying the sparkling cider." Mr. Schuester said and everyone applauded before it faded as someone came into the choir room.
Dylan walked into glee club, the circles around his eyes had darkened and the topaz irises had now lost their glow. His hair was even messier and now looked quite tangled, his clothes were even more baggy than before, his still untied shoelaces trailed behind him, his skin was now ashen and the solemn and broken look on his face completed the image. In fact, Mitchell thought the guitar he was carrying had more life than him. He walked up to Mr. Schuester and handed him a note, which Will read and his eyes widened in shock before looking to Dylan and his face morphed into a sad expression before patting the younger boy gently on the shoulder.
"Anything you need." Mr. Schuester said and Dylan nodded before setting up a stool whilst Will turned to the others and spoke.
"Guys, Dylan is going to perform a song for us and then he's going away for a few days." Will said and everyone's eyes widened.
"What? But we need him to practice for Regionals!" Rachel proclaimed.
"I'm sorry guys but it's out of my hands. It's his decision not ours." Will said and everyone looked to Dylan who said nothing and carried on as if nothing was happening.
"Dude, we need you for the My Chemical Romance number." Sam said and Dylan just ignored them.
"What the hell is going on?" Mercedes asked with sass in her tone.
"Guys…back off. He's not in the best shape." Will said.
"Doesn't surprise me." Santana sneered. Dylan whipped his head around giving Santana the most evil glare anyone had ever seen and for the first time ever, Santana slithered back into her seat and said nothing. Dylan turned back and continued to tune up his guitar.
"And even if he is coming back in time for Regionals, he probably still won't be in good enough shape." Mr. Schuester said and everyone looked to each other.
"Then how come he's tuning up his guitar and singing a song for us now?" Puck asked.
"The song is a message of what he's feeling right now. He needs to get it out of his system before he leaves." Mr. Schuester then said before looking behind him and seeing Dylan sat on a stool beside the piano with his Rainsong guitar in his lap. He nodded to Mr. Schuester who nodded back before moving to the side. Dylan played the opening introduction before starting to sing, his usually smooth voice cracking and gritting yet it was still compelling to listen to.
Sometimes tears say all there is to say
Sometimes your first scars won't ever fade away
Tried to break my heart
Well it's broke
Tried to hang me high
Well I'm choked
Wanted rain on me
Well I'm soaked
Soaked to the skin
It's the end where I begin
It's the end where I begin
Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
Sometimes we've no choice but to walk away, away
Tried to break my heart
Well it's broke
Tried to hang me high
Well I'm choked
Wanted rain on me
Well I'm soaked
Soaked to the skin
It's the end where I begin
It's the end where I begin
Now I'm alive
and my ghosts are gone
I've shed all the pain
I've been holding on
The cure for a heart
Is to move along, is to move along
So move along
Now I'm alive
and my ghosts are gone
I've shed all the pain
I've been holding on
The cure for a heart
Is to move along, is to move along
So move along
Now I'm alive
and my ghosts are gone
I've shed all the pain
I've been holding on
The cure for a heart
Is to move along, is to move along
So move along
What don't kill a heart
Only makes it strong
It's the end where I
End where I
End where I begin
Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
Sometimes we've no choice but to walk away, away
Dylan stopped and took a deep breath while wiping tears away before standing up, putting his guitar away, closing the case, picking it up and walking away without a second glance.
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Quinn had pulled into the driveway of her house. After signing the pledge form that Mr. Schue had made, saying that if they ever went off of the rails they would call his number on the top of the paper, she sat in the car as she thought about Dylan. Apparently he had called her the night of Rachel's party and the way he acted the Monday after made her feel worried. She tried calling him but apparently the number wasn't recognized. She decided she would try his house after talking to her mom.
She got out of the car and headed into the house.
"Mom?" Quinn called and seconds later, a worried looking Judy Fabray scurried out of the living room.
"Quinnie, you need to come with me. Something terrible has happened." Judy said before taking Quinn's hands and leading her into the living room. Once there, Quinn's eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight.
There was Dylan, head in the broken, swollen remains of his hands and the upper half of his body hunched over. Quinn could hear sobs coming from the boy so she quietly walked forward until she reached the emotional wreck before kneeling down beside him.
"Hey." She whispered and Dylan's head sharply turned to lock blue eyes with brown. Quinn could see thick tear tracks covering the pallid skin. The girl then gently took one of Dylan's hands into her own, internally kicking herself whenever the boy's face scrunched in pain. When both hands were comfortable, Quinn looked back into Dylan's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked. Dylan just looked to the table where a newspaper sat on a specific page. Quinn looked to it before looking back to Dylan who was staring at the newspaper. Quinn then reached and took the newspaper with the hand that wasn't holding Dylan's. She then sat on the sofa next to Dylan and read the story.
With every second that passed, her skin turned paler and by the time she put the paper back down on the table, her jaw was open and her eyes were filled with tears. She then pulled Dylan into an embrace and they both let the tears run down.
"I've got nowhere else to go." Dylan whispered in a broken voice. Quinn looked to her mom who nodded almost instantly. Quinn smiled and mouthed 'thank you' before turning back to Dylan.
"You can stay here." Quinn said and Dylan's eyes widened.
"What?" he asked.
"You can stay here…for as long as you want." Quinn said and Dylan showed a tiny, broken smile yet it was still a smile. They both embraced again before Quinn helped him up.
"Come on. Let's show you and your bag the guest room. And we can get your hands bandaged up too." Quinn said before she picked up the duffel bag and led Dylan out of the living room, Quinn gently taking Dylan's hand with her free one as she led him out of the living room.
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Song used is 'The End Where I Begin' by The Script
…Wow. This is probably the hardest chapter I've had to write. I really wanted to get the emotions right. 'Blame It On The Alcohol' was such a funny episode that I wanted to bring a serious side to it. And expect an angsty Dylan for quite a few chapters because he's not going to get over what has happened easily.
Since Dylan is off at McKinley for a few days, the 'Sexy' chapter will be quite short but 'Original Song' will make up for it. I promise that.
What happened to Dylan? You'll find out soon enough.