Tuesday, he calls Blaine Anderson because he has no one else to call.
His stained jacket lies across a chair. He would ask Nick or Trent for help, but both go home to do their laundry. If he sends it to his dry cleaners with a wine stain, they will call his father. John Symthe will pull his son out of school before he lets him drink underage.
He knows the others are talking about him, and he cannot face the stares and whispers. Not now, not about his body. His sexuality? Fine. It's no secret that he's a bit of a man whore. But, his body's betrayal? No. That is too personal.
He knows the assumptions that are being made: he's on drugs, he got in a fight, he's with someone abusive. He knows they're not true. But, they don't have to be true to hurt him.
It's early. Nick is in the shower, dueting with himself to A Whole New World. His falsetto echoes nicely off the bathroom tiles.
He flips though the contacts on his iPhone, and selects the entry for "Blaine Warbler McKinley".
Blaine's ring back tone is I'll be There by the Jackson 5. He has always found the song a little stalkerish.
"Hello?" Blaine's voice is groggy. "Who is this?"
"Sebastian." His name sounds hollow and strange on the line. "What's with the ringtone, man?"
"It's Michael week at McKinley," Blaine responds. "We're getting ready for sectionals. What's up?"
He takes a deep breath. He is in control. He did not just call up a guy… a guy he has had a crush on for a few months, who he would like to take in the night… to be vague on the phone."
"I need some advice. You know what happened with Trent on Saturday?"
Blaine laughs. "I saw a few pictures on Twitter. David says you got Euchred?"
He laughs with some embarrassment. "Yeah. And, when Trent found out we were streaking, he spewed wine everywhere. It literally came out his nose."
"I wish you had gotten a picture of that," the boy on the other end of the phone says.
He looks at his ruined shirt, and the place where his blazer pipping is black. "It got all over my shirt and jacket."
"You wore your shirt and jacket to play Euchre with the guys?" Blaine sounds incredulous. Dalton boys do not live in their blazers, despite popular belief.
"Bad fashion choice. But, now I have to get Trent's famous red wine concontion off before anyone catches me. Any advice?"
Blaine tells him a quick story about Trent's exploits last year with red wine and carpet. He jots down the tips, and they hang up.
As he heads to his first class in his extra blazer, he begins to hatch a plan.
The Warblers will take control of Regionals.
R&R, P&TY!