"I hate life." Flint murmured and sighed. Several Warblers were gathered in Jeff's and Flint's dorm after Jeff had alerted some Warblers of the situation. Flint had been dumped and was feeling down, so they decided to do some damage control and cheer him up.

Flint was sitting on his bed and Jeff had wrapped his arms around his shoulders, resting his head against Flint's. Chris was rubbing his arm with a sympathetic smile on his face. Thad and Trent were sitting on Jeff's bed and Nick was sitting right beneath them on the floor. Frank was standing close to Flint's bed and Blaine was sitting on the desk chair.

"I mean, what the hell is the matter with me? Why did my stupid big mouth need to tell him I love him?" Flint said miserably.

"The guy is stupid for letting you go. Any guy or girl would be lucky to have you." Nick said. Flint drew his knees to his chest and hugged them.

"You're right. He's a jerk. I hate guys, guys are jerks." He said. Frank bit his bottom lip to keep him from laughing. "Oh god, was I like this to Erica? I should call her and apologize…" Flint added, but didn't reach for his phone.

"You did the right thing." Trent said reassuringly.

"It sounds like the guy just wanted sex." Jeff murmured and hugged Flint tighter.

"Then why the hell do I miss him so much? I love him, I want him back. I miss my Dave…" Flint said. He then moaned in frustration and rested his forehead against his knees. "I just want to forget him…" he whispered. "Just… just say something to take my mind off him. Please."

"I saw something funny in the mall last week." Frank said awkwardly. Flint slightly raised his head to look at Frank. "There were some guys talking and they said something involving the n-word and when they said it, a black woman with a kid walked past them and did the black panther sign. It completely shut them up. In addition, her kid was singing Fuck You by Cee Lo Green rather loudly."

Flint smiled weakly at Frank and rested his chin on his knees.

"Wow, thanks a lot, Frank. Now that song is stuck in my head." Nick commented. Frank laughed and shrugged.

Things were silent for a few seconds. Flint moaned again in frustration. "Why won't you get out of my head? Why? Why? Why? Why can't I just meet someone, date said person, fall in love and be happy? Why can't I have a relationship like yours?" He said, pointing at Nick and Jeff. "Or yours and Kurt's?" He said, pointing at Blaine. "Why can't I just be happy?"

"Okay, Flint, time for some damage control." Thad said, straightening himself up and brushing away imaginary dust off his blazer. "You claim to be in love with this Dave guy, but he said he's not in love with you?"

"He never said that, he just said he couldn't do this anymore when I told him I was in love with him after an argument and then he left." Flint said.

"Okay, so you claim to be in love with him and he may or may not return your feelings. You've done some sexual stuff together but never gone as far as having sex, even though he's been pressuring you to do it." Thad said. Flint nodded weakly.

"He doesn't deserve you." Thad said. Flint looked downwards and frowned. "No, Flint, listen to me!" Thad said a little louder. Flint looked up and looked into Thad's eyes. "He doesn't deserve you. He doesn't return your feelings yet you're holding onto the hope that he'll like you back. You need to be strong and you need to get over him. Even though he calls you and asks to get back together with you, I don't think you should."

Flint considered his words for a moment before nodding. "You're right. I just need to get over him." He sighed and straightened himself up. "I want to play football in the mud. Then I want to curl up in a blanket and watch a bad horror movie and eat cake."

"Sounds like a great plan, Flint. I'll alert Terry and those guys for the sports part, but Kurt and I will join you for that bad horror movie." Blaine said and stood up. The rest of the guys followed and they were soon all out of the room. Thad was about to go back to his dorm when he felt Chris tug at his arm and lead him away.

"What the hell was that?" Chris asked harshly. Thad looked confused at his words. "What with the whole speech thing you did with Flint. Man, you can be such a hypocrite sometimes."

"Excuse me?" Thad said, obviously offended at Chris's words.

"You and Wes. You're practically drooling over a straight guy who has a girlfriend and doesn't return your feelings." Chris said. Thad looked like he had just been slapped.

"How the hell do you know that? He might return my feelings, you saw us kiss during the party. Believe me, that kiss meant something."

Chris shook his head and frowned. "Thad, I know you like him, I know you do, but you've got to stop this. He was drunk off his ass, that's why he didn't mind making out with you, plus it was a dare. You pulled him in for that second kiss and even though he did kiss you back, it didn't mean anything. You're losing sleep over him and I think the reason why you're so nauseous is because you're nervous about telling him how you feel and deep down inside you know he doesn't return them."

"But…" Thad said weakly. "He doesn't even know how I feel about him. It's worth a shot telling him, isn't it?"

"No, Thad, it's not. It would make things awkward and it would be harder for the council to work together. It would create unnecessary drama that could be avoided and we can't afford it right before Regionals. If you absolutely must tell him how you feel, do it after Regionals. Do it for the Warblers, alright?" Chris said. Thad's eyes were casted downwards. He looked up with watery eyes and his bottom lip was slightly trembling. Chris frowned slightly and pulled Thad into a hug, rubbing his back and letting him sob into his shoulder.

Flint lay on the ground, not having moved from the spot after Terry tackled him. Terry lay shortly from him, laughing. Playing football in the freezing mud in the evening sure took his mind off of his ex. The other boys gathered around them and either sat down or stood above them, realizing that they wouldn't be playing much more.

"So," Frank begun "Robert put a bow in my hair the other day so I decided to steal his guitar. He already suspects me, of course, but could I keep it in one of your rooms?"

"You can keep it in my room. Jeff has a guitar similar to his and I think he forgot his at home. But seriously, a bow?" Flint said

"He's going to kill you for taking his guitar." James commented.

"The bow was pink with white polka dots. He had it coming." Frank said, making the other guys laugh.

"What the hell was he doing with a pink bow and how the hell did he get it in your hair?" Nathan asked. He was completely covered in mud and was lying on the ground, his chin resting on the football. He scrunched up his face and stuck his tongue out. He then spat on the ground, trying to get mud out of his mouth.

"I think he got it from his little sister or something. I was too focused on kicking David's ass in Call of Duty." Frank replied. He gave David an evil eye when he started laughing.

"Yeah, right!" David said, laughing again.

"Whatever, I'm going back to my room, watch a bad horror movie and try not to throw up at Kurt and Blaine's lovey-doveyness." Flint said.

"C'mon, I'll join you and we can make fun of them." Nathan said and stood up, patting Flint's arm.

I dunno how I feel about this chapter. It's kind of bleh, but I still like it. So there you go, finally a reason to why Thad is acting like he is. Oh and the next chapter is going to be silly and pointless. For the next couple of days I will try to update frequently since I have vacation C: