A/N: Gosh, I'm just... Wow. Writing this hurt, it really did. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but writing it was just so much harder. So, so sorry about what happens. Hope my mini-fandom survives.

It was a cool Wednesday afternoon in the Dalton corridors. The hallways were deserted, all that remained were the students who boarded and were wondering the halls, either heading to Warbler practice or football practice. Blaine Anderson, who had been searching for his missing friend, had dejectedly returned to the Warbler hall in hopes of meeting him there. However, he didn't show.

"Any idea where Sebastian went?" Blaine asked as he was greeted at the doors from the many happy Warblers eager to hear him perform again.

"Does it matter?" He heard Jeff, his old friend who he shared a dorm with last year, exclaim.

"I'm pretty sure he won't be missed." He heard another Warbler, Trent, comment. "He was just a bully anyways."

"Yeah, but guys… Once a Warbler always a Warbler, right?" Blaine added, and all he got were awkward, even scared, stares from his peers. They obviously didn't think of Sebastian as one of them.

"Assholes…" Blaine heard someone mutter from behind him as Sebastian walked in, looking rather pissed. "If you want to talk about me, be discrete." He added, before going over to the couch and sitting down. Blaine sighed, then walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"As I was saying, once a Warbler, always a Warbler. People change, if I might remind you." Blaine said, turning to his friends, who were staring at him in shock as if touching Sebastian meant bad luck. Sebastian just tried to shrug Blaine off aggressively.

"You know what, they're right. I don't belong here." Sebastian said, before standing up and making his way to the doors leading to the hallway. Blaine made to stop him, but he kept walking.

"Sebastian damn it, get back here!" Blaine said as Sebastian dashed out of the doors and down the hallway. Blaine made no attempt to chase him. It was apparent something was on his mind, and he probably needed time to cool down. "Happy?" He said, turning the rest of the Warblers. "He's gone. You better hope he comes back, because I'm only back here because of him. I'd be grateful he's here if I were you." And with that, Blaine left Warbler hall, leaving all the Warblers aghast and strangely horrified at what they had missed.

Blaine saw Sebastian's car had gone missing from the parking lot, and had assumed he had left to go home. After all, that would have been the easiest thing to do. Run. Simple, no arguing, no points to be made, and ready for a fresh start tomorrow. But there was something horrifyingly strange about everything that was going on. It was almost as if Sebastian was torn between acting how he did around Blaine and acting how he did around his friends. This disturbed Blaine.

It hadn't taken him much time to stride back to the Warbler's hall, even with his shorter legs. He wasn't going to miss his first Warbler practice since his return to Dalton. As he returned to the hall, discussion was already taking place about the leadership. He heard his and Sebastian's name fired multiple times.

"I think Blaine is far more suitable to lead us, his vocals are amazing and his personality is perfect for-" He heard Jeff saying when he walked in. Each and every head in Warbler Hall turned to look at him as silence filled the air.

"Blaine, you're back-" Trent said, looking flabbergasted.

"Yeah, I am. And I still don't see what everyone's problem with Sebastian is." Blaine said, frowning deeply to show his aggravation. "I know he might seem like a total ass, and that's because he is. But he's trying to change… And he needs your help to do it." This seemed to grab the attention of the surrounding Warblers.

"Blaine, he was this close to killing me." Jeff commented holding his pointer and thumb finger close together to imply Sebastian really was about to kill him.

"He called me fat…" Trent added angrily.

"He told me I looked like a Goth who cuts himself, and that I act like one, too…" Nick, the relatively silent raven-haired boy, added. Blaine felt slightly guilty as their looks swept over him. He knew it wasn't like himself to ignore the pleads of the many, but he wasn't ready to lose Sebastian.

"Just… Give him one more chance. Now that I'm back, none of this is going to happen anymore." Blaine said, receiving smiles from several of the Warblers, who were happy with Blaine standing up for them. Others were not so happy that Blaine was also standing up for Sebastian.

"Wait a second, you are just expecting us to open our arms and welcome back Sebastian?" Thad, one of the most serious Warblers, commented. He stood up from his location on the couch to walk over to Blaine. "And you're also just expecting us to let you be lead Warbler again? Blaine, that would be great if we could, but the council has to decide on it first." He smirked apologetically, his black gelled hair similar to Blaine's, absorbed a streak of sunlight from the window.

"And what makes you think they won't?" Blaine asked innocently, eyes softening.

"We like the fact you see the best in people, Blaine. But I think most of us agree spending time with Sebastian is taking a toll on you." He replied, almost saying sorry with his eyes.

"But… We've only really known each other for two weeks-"

"We'll wait for the council to decide." He answered, nodding, and sitting back down. Blaine sighed. Maybe this would be harder than he thought.

No, Sebastian didn't go home. That would be the last place he would go, for certain. At first he was unsure about leaving Dalton, but he knew his dad was at work, so he didn't have to worry about getting home in time. Therefore, he set off to Scandals. It wasn't exactly his favorite place to go after the last bar fight he got into, but it was still a sanctuary away from home. He wondered if it was even open this early.

After walking through the door, he sat down at a table, and just sat, thinking. Now that Blaine was back in the Warblers, now, after he had begged him to come back, he wasn't sure he had made the right decision. He knew Blaine wouldn't let him bully the others around; things would never go his way again. He could easily blackmail Blaine, but why? Why blackmail him when he was trying to help him? Could he even bring himself to do it? But then again, why not? Sebastian was already done for; he was practically destined to become a fugitive. He hated himself for thinking of Blaine at that moment, for thinking about the bright future and possibilities the other boy still had. And then his thoughts turned dully to himself, and the future he saw ahead. It was full of tons of nothingness, it was full of hateful glares, no friends, being dumped on the street; and for some reason he had a fleeting image in his head of a little girl on a park bench, a black cat rubbing against her leg, asking him if he was a hobo. And he remembered, quite pristinely, how he had agreed that he was, in fact, a hobo. Because let's face it, was that not the destiny he was headed towards?

He snapped backed to reality when an older man sat down at the same table across from him.

"You look concerned, deep in thought. You also look like you're in high school, which means you shouldn't be here, but I'll ignore that for now." He heard the man say, voice gruff from age. He looked about forty. Sebastian recognized him as the owner of the place, who he had seen once before when he made an announcement last fall about people getting behind the wheel of a car after drinking. Sebastian had chosen to avoid him as much as he could since he was underage. "Go on," he urged after a moment of silence. "What's botherin' you?"

"Just… Troubles…" He said nonchalantly, trying to force himself to sound older than he was, not wanting to just let it out that he was, in fact, underage.

"Look kid, I see you around here all the time. I think I've noticed that you're way underage, you don't have to pull that voice on me. I can't tell you how many people come in here with fake ID's now a days, it's almost scary how many gay high scholars there are in Lima. Anyways, onwards with the conversation, I've never seen you so down. Every time you come here you're giddy and happy, and usually hanging out with some guy who's wasted to the point he thinks you're his age."

"Yeah… Yeah, I know…" Sebastian sighed, then cleared his throat to speak normally. "It's just… School, boy troubles…" Sebastian said, trying to wave the man off. He just kind of nodded.

"Yeah, we've all been there. What kind of boy troubles you havin'?"

"Just… He… I… I don't know. Like you said, every time I come here I have a new guy… But this one… It's just… He's… I don't know, too nice, too vulnerable, and I don't know why but…"

"…But you trust him." The other man finished, smirking. "I've been in your shoes, kid. Screwing around, same shit, different night. Then I finally found this one man- God, he sure turned me around. It was like, one day the sun went down and never came up, then he came along and… Yeah, and look where I am now. I know you probably hear it a lot, but kid, it really does get better for you. It really does." And with that, he smiled, and without looking back or telling him anything else, the man stood up and walked away into the crowd of men everywhere. Sebastian wanted to believe him, he really did. But then he thought, again, of Blaine.

Whom he had stolen from Kurt. And he remembered again, everything that happened, all the unexplainable hell he had went through. Oh, he couldn't ever go back to Dalton, he could never face it all, it was far too embarrassing.

But he knew he had too.

Thursday had fallen, and Blaine found himself trudging through the halls alone, yet again, in search for Sebastian. He knew lacrosse practiced on Thursdays, and he knew that he had to stay for that because they had a competition arising soon. He needed to ask him something. He walked until he came across the gymnasium, where he saw other kids on the team sitting, but no sign of Sebastian.

Finally, about five minutes later, he saw the unmistakable sunken eyes of a Sebastian Smythe who had been drinking the previous night.

"Sebastian, what happened?" Blaine asked, desperate for information since Sebastian had refused to text or call him the previous night.

"Hell. Hell happened. No, I don't want to talk about it, no, I don't want you chewing my ear off, and no, I am not coming to that stupid Welcome-The-New-Lead-Warbler-Blaine-Freaking-Anderson party the Warblers are throwing tomorrow. I've got a hangover and I really don't want to listen to anything but silence right now. Hell, why am I even at freaking lacrosse practice? You know what, you're right, I shouldn't. I'm going home." Sebastian randomly said all at once, then turned around to leave.

"Sebastian, wait, what-" Blaine tried to interrogate before Sebastian left.

"Don't expect me to be here tomorrow. I'll probably be doing the usual dosage of pity-me drugs." Sebastian said as he trotted away. Blaine sighed, close to tears already. He knew Sebastian needed time before he could recover, but it hurt his ears what he heard, it hurt him to know that while he was celebrating, Sebastian was going to probably be high off his mind and drunk, internally killing himself whether he knew it or not. Blaine couldn't help but cringe at the thought of Sebastian overdosing, but he hoped he was smart enough not to take too much of whatever he was ingesting…

Sebastian was happy in a weird way. He had feigned severe illness by vomiting after eating breakfast, which was the only reason his dad permitted him to stay home. As usual when he was staying home ill, his father put a lock on his door to keep him from getting into trouble or messing up the house, leaving him non-perishable foods for lunch and dinner if he chose to eat them. Sebastian didn't mind, however. He had brought all he needed to his room the night before, all he needed to put him in his happy place. He even brought a knife in case he hungered for blood from his own veins, which, surprisingly, relieved more pain than it brought. Blaine had not been permitted to see the scars under his boxers, the only place he could comfortable cut himself without anyone ever knowing. Sure, it was excruciatingly painful just to walk with the scars there, but he felt safe, and no one important would ever know. After the door on his room was locked, he walked over into the bathroom connected to his room to look in the mirror, and saw his unruly brown hair stuck to his face, he eyes glistening with some lost longing that only he himself knew. He sighed before returning to his room. Every time he played with himself like this, he always got hurt, and he knew it. But the pain afterwards was worth it, both emotionally and physically, and right now he needed that. He needed it more than ever.

He removed his shirt and threw it out into the corner, then promptly lay himself down on his bed. He hated the idea of being this vulnerable, but he knew he was safe. Entirely safe. As he popped open the first beer of many, he thought of Blaine, and thought of his friends, and the consequences all his actions brought to them. But now was not the time for this worry. Now was the time for fun.

He had not known how long it had been, as he dosed in and out of consciousness, the beer bottled empty on the floor, cigarette box empty, along with various other things that lay empty, the blood still on his legs, the bloodied knife on his night stand. His dad would not be home until at least 1:00 A.M., which was why Sebastian was left with food that currently remained untouched. He felt horrible, but content. He glanced at his clock in the dimly lit room to realize it was about 11:00 at night, and he banged his head hard against his head board on purpose to knock himself out again, anything to escape again into his dream world. All it did, however, was knock him back into reality, the voices kept creeping louder and louder. He knew he must still be high.

Sebastian… Sebastian, hey, look at this-

You like playing with your dick, huh? Another round? I'd like that.

What are you doing? You have things to do.

Stop scaring him, guys.

Sebastian groaned at the last voice, recognizing it as Blaine's.

Sebastian, what are you doing? Are you okay?

And then he heard the taunting of the other students, his fellow Warblers after Blaine had returned and the tables turned.

I hate you.

You're going to pay now that our leader is back!

You're going to be so sorry the council ever elected you.

You were never a Warbler, we don't need you!

Everyone hates you Sebastian, why don't you just realize that and curl up in a little corner and die?

Sebastian knew they were all right. That was the unfortunate thing. They were right, and it hurt. Then again, the voices of his past as he felt himself falling into something like a slumber, halfway conscious, halfway dreaming, and he felt it coming on again, the horrible visions he always had when he did this, when he treated himself to what he thought was his only therapy-

"You're such a screw up!"

"Faggot!"

"Get out of my way, queer."

"How could you do that to me, son? How could you lie to me like that, and tell me you're gay?"

"Ball-sucker!"

"SHUT UP!" Sebastian shouted, against his will. He was swirling down farther and farther through his memories, from bad to worse, from good to better, everything that had taunted him his whole life…

"Tyler… Tyler…! Oh God, I'm gonna…" He could hear himself talking distantly, the joyful screams of pleasure, the heat from another body, his first taste of sex, but it all seemed so far away, just out of his reach…

"Sebastian, are you okay? Are you hurt?" He heard his mother's voice call for him. Then Tyler's…

"Sebastian… I promise you, if we stay together, neither of us will ever face them alone. As long as we have each other, we're complete, and we don't need them." He saw the boys smiling face, the warmth of his hands on his own.

"I'll never leave you…" He tried to respond, but could feel his grip run slack when he saw it again. The hospital bed. The coffin. His parents. Gone again. "Come back… Come back…!"A spiral of childhood memories, he watched himself as a little boy, running around the park playset, having a blast. Exploring the sandbox, sliding down the slides, scraping his knee and having his mother bandage it for him… The soft, lovely smell of fresh spring flowers wafted his face, met by the crisp chill of winter breeze. He felt the wind in his hair as he sped down the road on his bike, his parents close behind…

"You're never alone."

"Always loved…"

"Never forgotten…"

"Never leaving…"

"…Wake up."

He felt his heart throbbing in his chest, his strength leaving him, the tears stinging in his eyes. It was a blurry, black mess, but the dream was real. All of it. It had felt so real. He felt helpless as he cried, as he sobbed, as he truly realized where he was, how far he'd gotten. He just let the tears keep flowing. He was haunted for life. Nobody could help him get rid of his past.

Not even Blaine.

Meanwhile at the dorms of Dalton…

The music was inevitably loud, it was nearly midnight, but the Warblers seemed not to care. They were throwing a party in honor of Blaine's return. Of course, it had to be held on a Friday, because when the Warblers party, they party hard. Blaine explained he had invited Sebastian, but he had chosen not to show for "unapparent reasons". Blaine was definitely enjoying his time back.

"You know what's funny?" Jeff shouted to him as he sat down on the couch next to Blaine.

"Yeah, what?" Blaine replied, shouting over the music.

"Sebastian didn't show. I thought for sure with the opportunity of having you here he'd be here in a heartbeat." Jeff said, looking around, as if expecting Sebastian to burst through the crowd any minute.

"It's almost midnight, Jeff. I don't think you need to worry about him showing up anymore." Blaine answered, shrugging guiltily.

"If you say so. You know, I bet if Wes were here, Sebastian would never be lead Warbler. He's too brutal. Now that you're back, I don't think we'll have to worry about it." Jeff added, still looking around nervously. Blaine sighed mentally. Was that why Sebastian was hiding? Was he afraid Blaine would take over? Blaine felt a vibrating in his pocket.

"Hold on, I'm getting a call." Blaine pulled out his phone and saw Sebastian's name flash on his screen.

"Speak of the devil. You might want to go out in the hallway, it's not as loud." Jeff said, standing up and leaving. Blaine followed his advice, stepping out of the Warbler hall into the dark and moonlit hallway.

"…Hello?" Blaine asked nervously, not sure why Sebastian was calling him at this hour.

"… I can't do it. I just… I can't." He heard Sebastian desperately sobbing into the phone. Blaine wasn't even sure it was Sebastian; it sounded like a scared little boy.

"Sebastian… What are you talking about?" Blaine asked tentatively, walking farther down the dark corridor to get away from the noise.

"I hate it… You have no idea… And I thought you should be the first to know… God, Blaine, I'm so, so sorry I did this to you…" Sebastian sobbed harder. Blaine could easily compare him to a little school girl right now.

"Sebastian, what…?"

"Screw life. It just isn't worth it."

"What are you talking-"

"I'm sorry we'll never get to speak again-"

"Sebastian?"

"I'm going to be with my boyfriend. I'm killing myself."

The line went dead.

A/N: As a side note, because I want to make it very clear Sebastian is still considered a villan in my story, whether it is apparent or not, you should NEVER do what Sebastian did to himself, under any circumstances. You can clearly see the consequences here. If you or a friend (or even an acquaintance) are going through ANYTHING similar to what Sebastian is going through (Cutting, drug abuse, etc.) then please, please contact someone. I don't care if it's a parent, a teacher, or heck, even me, because I would love to listen to people and give them a helping hand. Just please, if you were reading this and thinking, "God, Sebastian is having the time of his life! I should try that!" Please, please don't. It isn't as fun as it sounds at all. I probably won't be able to include it in my fic, but drug abuse is a very, very serious predicament, and the consequences can be fatal after just one use. Sebastian is a story character, please keep that in mind, and never do anything he would do. Including committing suicide. You have so, so much to live for, your future always has a bright path, no matter how dark it might seem now, and I want you to know right now, people love you. If you're reading this, I love you, I really do, I appreciate you and do not judge you at all for who you are, and there are others out there like me. Never give up on life, no matter how hopeless or easy it seems to leave; keep going, I promise, it really does get better.

I had the idea in mind that Sebastian would try and kill himself since I first started pursuing the art of writing this fic, but the whole David Karofsky scene in the last Glee episode is what prompted me, what made me realize that it is an issue that needs to be brought to attention. Stay strong, live life, and hold no regrets. :) With the greatest regards of love, ~LoveTheLegend