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So, it's the final week of my senior year. This is it. And everything seems to be perfect. I'm on good terms with my girlfriend, Tina. My New Directioners are at peace with one another. Sebastian is becoming a friend. No, he is a friend. He's becoming a close friend. I'm scheduled to leave for camp for two weeks next week. Everything is perfect.

The lovely part of this last week is that I'm basically done with school. My finals happened before all of my AP tests, so I'm pretty much breezing through every period of every day. The only final I have is my show choir final, and this week's assignment is titled "Goodbye". Say goodbye to the underclassmen.

Breaking away from show choir will be one of the most difficult things I've ever done. New Directions has shaped who I am, and who I will be. I'm comfortable being myself around these people, and I've found myself as a result of my participation in this "club". The word "club" doesn't even seem to suffice because I've become a part of a family.

We're to perform our goodbye song on Thursday.

So, this is the schedule for this week. Tina and I planned a picnic at a park close to her house. Tuesday I have something planned with Sebastian. He's just not telling me yet. Wednesday is the practice at Rachel's house for our goodbye song. Thursday is the performance for our goodbye song, and my last day of high school. And Friday is the big day. It's graduation. Then camp starts the following week.

Tina thought it would be cute to have a picnic. So I obliged. I am happy that we're back together. This picnic, I guess, is just a way for us to physically reinforce the fact that we are back together.

After school, Tina and I head straight for the park, and we set up our picnic. I brought the blankets and desserts. She brought the main foods. We're sitting there peacefully eating and talking about our days. Since she's a junior, this week is provided for her finals, but she and I both know that she's smart enough to only lightly review for her finals. She's pretty much solidified her good grades. The day's weather is perfect. It's warm and there's actually some wind blowing.

"The underclassmen of New Directions have chosen our song. We're singing 'I Will Remember You' by Sarah McLachlan and they chose me to be the soloist!" This statement makes me happy, but also makes me think of how insecure she is. "You know, Rachel told me that I'm the new New Directions songbird. I don't know how I feel about it." I know. She'll be comparing herself to Rachel or Mercedes all of next year. She'll never feel good enough.

"Damn right, babe. You're just as good as all of the past New Directions songbirds. You'll be a powerhouse. All the other show choirs won't know what to do with you."

We eat the food and exchange light conversation. Tina talks about her finals and the plans for the New Directions next year, until Tina starts talking about graduation.

"Mike, are we going to be okay?"

"What do you mean?" But I, of course, know what she means. Are we going to survive my moving on from high school? Will there be an us after graduation? To be truthful, I don't know. No one knows. She's going to be a senior and I'm going to be in college. But I don't want to make her freak out again. Our relationship barely survived last week, and I don't want to add unnecessary stress or pressure. "I'm sure we're going to be fine."

She smiles at me. "Good." She plants a kiss on my cheek, but I know she isn't convinced. She'll let herself believe that we're going to be okay after graduation and that everything is going to be fine and dandy, but only for a while. Ignorance will be bliss, but only for so long. Both of us know the real underlying seriousness there. There's only two paths our relationship can take. We either end up as married Team Asian, or we end.

I'm not surprised either. This kind of topic is unavoidable. Our futures are approaching hastily, so it's normal that we're thinking about this stuff, but it makes me feel uncomfortable. So I make sure that for the rest of the time we allotted for our picnic, we stray from talking about the future of our relationship.

"Babe, I think I've decided on what college I'm going to attend." She looks at me excitedly. It's either Stanford, or the dance academy in Chicago. I try to build suspense by pausing, though I'm sure we both know what I'm going to say. "I've chosen Chicago."

She sighs melodramatically, out of fake relief. Was there ever any doubt? She's happy. Not just because this is what she wanted, but because this is what I wanted, too. She wanted for me to follow my dreams. I risked everything because she pushed me to do so, and I'm forever in her debt for her pushing me to be the person that I want to be.

After a whole day, under the shade of the tree, Tina and I decide that the last thing we want to do before calling it a night is watch the sunset. So, we do. The sunset is just as beautiful now as it was when Sebastian and I watched it. The sky is once again a canvas with a huge, orange ball of light with pink streaks of paint permeating all throughout the paper.

And then I'm taken back to the first night that Sebastian and I watched the sunset. And then that weird feeling returns in my stomach upon remembering Sebastian. This feeling. It's... intangible. I can't quite put a finger on what it is.

I drive Tina home after we watch the sunset. The car ride is peaceful, the kind of peaceful that I can only associate with Tina. Every car ride with her is usually peaceful. When we arrive, she kisses my cheek and then gets out of the car.

I drive home and arrive at around nine thirty. It's pretty late, but my parents don't seem to mind. My dad stopped paying attention to me after a while. We talk for a little about stuff like laundry or other chores, but never anything serious and never for a long amount of time. Brevity seems to be the foundation of our conversations. My mom trusts that I've not been making poor decisions. I'm wondering whether I should tell my dad that I've decided on the dance academy, or just wait until the graduation ceremony.

When I walk into my room, I receive a call. I know who it's from. And low and behold, it's Sebastian. "Hey, what's up?"

"I can't really talk for a long time because I have to cram for that damn French final I have tomorrow. But tomorrow we made plans. Meet me at the movie theater in the Lima town square tomorrow at seven. Goodnight, Chang."

And then he hangs up. It's very like him. I don't even have a chance to respond, or say goodnight. So I text it to him: "Goodnight, buddy! Good luck studying."

I don't expect a response, so I take off my clothes, and fall asleep.

Tuesday's time at school is wasted. Since my finals have passed, I'm watching movies all day long. How many times can the education system bore me with Huckleberry Finn? It's days like these that remind me why I'm so happy to be leaving McKinley.

I spend a majority of the school day signing other's yearbooks and in anticipation for what Sebastian has planned. He's very evasive in regards to his plan for the night, but I trust him to not do anything too out of hand.

The day blows by with movies, and it's six thirty when I pull into the parking lot of the movie theater. I text Sebastian to let him know that I've already arrived. He texts back saying that one of his Warbler friends was going to drop him off. I was cool with that. Westerville wasn't that far. I know that he's arrived when I see a familiar Warblers uniform in the distance. He waves his friend off, and then sees me in front of the theater.

"Hey, Mike." He smiles and walks in my direction. "Okay, so this is the plan," He says and pauses. "We're going to watch a horror movie." He pauses again, as if he's about to say something important. "Which is why I didn't tell you because I hate horror movies and I didn't want you convincing me not to go."

I laugh as he buys our tickets for some random horror movie about a zombie apocalypse. Of course. Sebastian Smythe is facing his fears. Well, Sebastian Smythe is trying to face his fears.

Before the movie starts, we talk about how our days went.

"That French final kicked my ass. I should have tried harder. I need to keep my A in that damn class if I want to keep my GPA up for the Chicago University of Performing Arts. They have a really strict entrance policy." Of course, Sebastian would be attending college in Chicago. I'm not sure whether this pleases me or disturbs me.

"Well, you'd be lucky to know that I have also chosen to attend a performing arts university in Chicago too." Sebastian lights up at this, which makes me happy. Maybe being in the same state as Sebastian isn't so bad. We're already pretty good friends, though we've only known each other for a little over two weeks. We just click. "I told Tina that yesterday. We went on a picnic for the whole day." I can't get into much detail because the movie's trailers have started. Sebastian makes me agree to watch The Amazing Spider-Man with him.

The movie itself isn't too bad. The plot line is horrible, typical and tedious, but there's no shortage of gore. I can stomach it, but Sebastian wasn't joking. He hates horror movies. Every moment blood splatters on the camera, he clings to my arm in desperation and fear. And I let him. It's kind of cute and funny. It's like watching a puppy whimper.

The movie comes to a good close. Most of the film was mediocre, but I'm actually interested in the end. The zombies and humans are engaged in a fight for domination over the planet. I can only feel Sebastian hugging me for dear life when the credits start rolling. He must notice that the film is over because he awkwardly fixes himself off of my body. I don't believe a situation is awkward unless made awkward, but it was clearly awkward for both of us. Sebastian basically clung to me the whole movie, but I try not to pay too much attention to it. I would have let anyone do it. Yeah, sure.

The awkward moment passes us as we exit the movie theater. It's past nine, when I offer to drive Sebastian home. He tries to refuse, but I keep on insisting until he agrees.

"Thank you so so so much," Sebastian says. "I promise that I'll pay for gas money next time we go out." And I laugh because Sebastian just slyly made me agree to another day with him. And then I laugh again because I realize that I wouldn't mind watching a movie with him again. That's probably why he didn't drive to the movies. He wanted us to spend more time together, so I laugh some more. He's a good friend.

Sebastian enters the car and tells me his address. As we enter into his town I can't help but notice that Westerville is much nicer than Lima. Sebastian must come from an affluent family since he attends Dalton Academy, but the town is definitely in the top-tier of the middle class. There isn't room for much conversation between us because Sebastian is sleeping for most of the ride. He's lucky that I have a GPS because I don't need him to direct me. So he can keep on sleeping. Studying for that French final must have really worn him out. I can't help but observe Sebastian when I'm at a stoplight, or come to a stop. He looks so comfortable sleeping. It's kind of cute and funny, again. Like watching a puppy sleep.

Wait. I didn't just call Sebastian cute? No. I didn't. Only kind of cute. There's a difference. And only in the situations that he's been vulnerable. Like in the movie theater. Or right now sleeping. I am not attracted to him. No.

I'm parked outside of his house, but I can tell he's tired, so I let him sleep for a five more minutes.

"Sebastian, we're here," I say in a quiet tone. He takes a second to fix himself, fully wakes up, and rubs his eyes. It's only been about twenty minutes, but he seems refreshed.

"Thanks, Mike," He yawns as he makes eye contact with me. And then it comes again. The damn eye contact that I can't back down from. The feeling in my stomach. "I'll see you soon?"

"Wait. I'll walk you to your door." He wants to object, but he doesn't. So we get out of the car and I walk Sebastian to the door of his ridiculously nice home. There is no exchange of words between us as we approach the door.

When we reach it, Sebastian comes to give me a hug. And I hug him back. His arms are so strong and comforting that I'm not sure if I want to let go. I haven't felt that much security in a hug in a long time. It should be awkward, but it isn't.

The next moment hits me by surprise. Sebastian breaks away from the hug, only to surprise me with another form of affection. Sebastian is approaching and inching his face closer to mine. We're making eye contact again, and I'm not able to break away from it. I'm sure I never will be able to. Especially now. And then he closes his eyes, and breaks our eye contact. But our lips meet. He substituted eye contact for a kiss. My eyes widen in alarm, but, like our eyes, our lips are glued together. His lips are soft and warm. I want to push him off, but I don't. I can't. I'm surprising myself when I realize that my eyes are closed and I'm kissing back. Sebastian's hands find their way to my cheeks and he pulls my lips in closer. My hands work my way up his body until they are buried in his long, dirty blonde hair. I'm not stopping. And he's not. Suddenly, the world around me is disappearing, and Sebastian's being is the only thing there. Our bodies and faces are inseparable, with no distance in between. Right now, he's the only thing that matters.

I'd never felt that much passion in a kiss before. Never. Not with Tina or anyone - any girl - before her. Tina and I have had passion beneath our kisses, but it was never this passionate.

When the kiss stops, Sebastian is the one who pushes me away. "I'm sorry, that was, umm, that wasn't supposed-" I can tell that he's panicking, thinking about something to say. I'm panicking too. I just kissed him. Our lips touched. That's not supposed to happen. What's Tina going to think? I can't even think about Tina. What the hell is going on with me?

I need to leave. "I better go now. Goodnight." I hesitate to leave, but I head for my car.

"Wait, Mike-" I can tell that he wants to explain, but I can't deal with an explanation right now. I'm not even sure if there is an explanation for what happened. Right now, I'm too confused. I just kissed Sebastian Smythe. We kissed each other. I didn't stop him. I didn't want the kiss to stop. It felt right and wrong at the same time. This situation is too perplexing for me right now. The last week of school isn't supposed to be stressful.

I get into my car and drive back to Lima trying to sort through everything.

I start out with the basics of what happened. Sebastian Smythe and I went to the movies. He clung to me. I drove him home. We kissed.

I scare myself with what I conclude. I might be falling for Sebastian Smythe. I might be falling for a boy. Those butterflies I feel whenever I hear his voice or look into his eyes. They aren't nerves. Well, in a sense they are, but my body is telling me that I like him. I get nervous around him because I just might like him. Has my body been trying to tell me this from the first day I looked into his eyes? Have I been lying to myself the whole time?

But I can't like him. I absolutely cannot. Tina and I just got back together. I've known him for less than a month. My parents would kill me. My dad already hates me for being a dancer. Is he going to disown me for liking a boy? And then there's that issue. Do I like boys? Do I like girls? Do I like both?

I'm completely struggling with myself.

I have to stop in the parking lot of a restaurant nearby my house to cry. It feels as though two cinder blocks have been thrown onto each shoulder. It's past ten, but I know that my mom, who is the only parent interested in my life right now, will not be too concerned. So I let myself cry. I'm confused. My thoughts are a cluttered mess. Sebastian complicated my life in a matter of seconds. But those seconds where our lips met were perfect. It's so unsettling. I don't know who or what to believe.

At this point, I haven't noticed my phone. Not until now. Sebastian has been texting and calling for a while. But I can't deal with him right now. I don't want to deal with any aspect of this situation. I'd rather push it aside and pretend that nothing happened.

So that's what I do. I cry for a couple more minutes and then drive home. My parents had already gone to sleep, so I make my way to my room and put on some comfortable clothes. Sleeping doesn't come easy, but it eventually comes. The entire night I'm consumed with confusion, tears, sweat and guilt.

My last thought before I sleep frightens me. Am I guilty because I kissed someone other than Tina? Or am I guilty because I liked it?

Wednesday isn't any different from Tuesday, except for the fact that Sebastian's lips are the only thing I can think about. They're all I dreamed of the previous night. He sends frequent texts. The most popular are variations of "Call me back", "Please Mike", "I need to talk to you", or "I need to talk to you. Please Mike. Call me back." But I can't call him back or text him back. That would further complicate something that really needs to be simple.

Practice at Rachel's should be fun, but I am noticeably less of myself. The only people who really seem to notice are Finn and Quinn.

I'm not surprised of Finn. He's been a close friend since I joined the William McKinley football team. He's a nice guy, and knows me well. But Quinn. I'm confused when she asks me if everything is okay. I'm usually pretty good at concealing my emotions. So how can she tell when everyone else can't? It takes a while, but I conclude it's because she thinks I should be amazingly happy right now, since Tina and I are back together. Something doesn't seem right to her.

All the seniors - Finn, Mercedes, Santana, Rachel, Puck, Quinn, Kurt, and myself - all have difficulty choosing a song. We can't seem to agree. Should we do rock? Should we do R&B? Soloists? I wonder if the juniors had as much difficulty as we did. We never were a harmonious group of people, but the lack of our cooperation right now is crazy.

"How about 'Don't Stop Believing'? You know, end it the way we started?" Finn's suggestion is delightful, but we don't agree on it because it seems too corny and overused in our choir.

"How about 'And I Am Telling You' from Dreamgirls?" Mercedes suggests. Of course. But we don't agree to that because we're trying to say goodbye to the Glee club, not tell them that there's "no way" we're leaving them.

"How about 'Party in the USA? You know, fill the glee club with some American pride?" What the hell did Puck just suggest? We immediately rule out his suggestion because. Well, there's no need for an explanation.

"Well, it's obvious," Santana sneers for a moment, as if we're all supposed to know what she's talking about. "Let's do 'For Good' from Wicked." The first people to light up are Kurt and Rachel. They're obviously already on board, and will be adamant that we perform that song. It must be a musical. We all aren't too fond of the idea, but once we hear it, it isn't too difficult to learn. So we settle on that song.

In between a run through, and our dinner break, Finn tries to get last night's information out of me again.

"Hey, Mike," Finn approaches me, and I'm hoping that he doesn't want to talk in private. "Hey, can we talk in private?" Of course. He would be mirroring my thoughts.

No, I do not want to talk in private. "Sure," I lie, walking into one of the hallways in the Berry household. "What's up?"

"I don't know, man. You tell me. You seem a little off today. Are you sure everything is okay?" I want to tell Finn what happened, but I'm not sure if I can trust him. "You know you can trust me." Again, mirroring my thoughts.

And I can trust Finn. He's trustworthy. I told him about Sebastian writing his number on my hand, and he didn't tell anyone - not even Rachel. I told him about my first time with Tina. He's never failed to show that he is worthy of trust.

It's the first time I've allowed myself to fully think about the situation that happened last night. I kissed Sebastian Smythe, and am left in a state of painful confusion. I try and hide the tears that are quickly forming in my eyes, but it's too late. The words spill out faster than the tears. "I kissed Sebastian." I stop for a moment and let him take it in. I immediately rid myself of tears before I continue to vomit what is on my mind. "Not on his hand, but on the lips. It felt right and wrong at the same time, Finn. And I feel extremely guilty and a mixture of other horrible feelings because I think that I might have enjoyed it."

"Whoa." Whoa is right. He doesn't really have time to react properly because Quinn is nearing our hallway and telling us that it's time for dinner.

I don't have much of an appetite for dinner, so I just play with my food. The rest of the practice is successful. We've nailed our harmonies, and distributed the solos. The underclassmen are really going to love it.

I'm too distraught to even think about tomorrow. Finn offers to call me later, but I tell him that I'm too tired and will probably sleep soon after arriving home. I tried sugar coating it as best as I could, but I'm sure he got my message: I don't want to talk to anyone right now. After practice is over, I arrive home as confused and sad as I did yesterday.

Sebastian hasn't stopped with the flood of texts and calls, and I haven't stopped with ignoring him. I'm expecting him to stop soon.

I fling myself into my bed and toss and turn the whole night, so I try to make some good use of my time and practice our goodbye song for a couple of minutes. I'm too tired to rehearse, but too agitated to fall asleep.

It's past one, and Sebastian still consistently sends his messages.

I'm going to have to answer sometime.

Fun fact: Lima and Westerville are actually 79 miles away from each other. So, Sebastian and Mike are a little more distant in Glee than they are in this fanfic!

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