A/N: A second option to an insulin pump is the use of shots. Typically, one takes a long acting insulin which lasts 24 hours once or twice a day and uses a pen or syringe to deliver short acting insulin with food. Syringes typically come in 30 – 50 unit doses, and the maximum dose that can be given by common pens is 50U, meaning that if Sebastian were to try the overdose stunt again, he would have to dose and inject twice. It is also common for newly diagnosed diabetics or young children to check their insulin dose (the way the syringe is drawn up) with someone before injecting. I imagine Sebastian's father would want this measure of security as well.
He looks around the Lima Bean nervously, and takes a sip of his medium drip with milk. It is fortifying, but he misses the little bit of sugar he usually puts in his coffee. However, he refuses to drag Trent into the men's room with him like some sort of woman. Trent is the current trustee of his new insulin pen and his designated dose checker. His father does not trust him with his own insulin, let alone a pump. He thinks perhaps his freedom, all be it on a very short leash, is due to the mission of mercy he is attempting.
His stomach flip-flops as Santana Lopez slides across the table from him. "From one bitch to another, all this underhanded crap has to stop." She commands.
"Exactly," he agrees. "That's why I called you here. First of all, Blaine, I am sorry about your eye."
"That means nothing to me," Blaine responds, coldly.
He is desperate. "Just give me a chance," he begs. "I have no excuses, other than a lame prank got completely out of control."
He is sorry. Two nights in the hospital in as many months have left him feeling shaken. He can only image the time Blaine spent there, alone, during his convalescence. And, although no one seems to acknowledge it, the slushie incident was an accident. A stupid accident.
"Second, the Finn photos have all been destroyed," he continues. "I want the Warblers to win fair and square."
Trent and Nick discovered a second set of print yesterday when they fell out of his physics text. When they confronted him about them, and he admitted blackmailing Barbra and Kurt, they threatened to disqualify the Wablers from competition themselves. And, deep down, he knows that winning will be more satisfying when they do it fairly. It's still failure if you have to cheat to win.
"And, we're going to take donations for Lady Gaga's Born this Way Foundation. Win, Loose or draw, we're going to dedicate our performance to Dave Karofsky. I thought you might want to join us," he finishes.
He still sees the ligature marks when he closes his eyes. He cannot get the image of the boy he now knows as Dave laying on that gurney, going up to suicide watch. His own words, "Why don't you just stay in the closet?" echo in his head.
"Wait for the punch," Kurt says, snarkily. "You know it's coming."
He swallows his pride. "No, not this time," he denies. "For far too long, I have treated everything like a big joke." He doesn't explain that it was easier to laugh than cry. "It's all fun and games, until it's not."
His speech delivered, and he has come as close to apologizing as he ever will. Damage control is a bitch.