Rating and Warning: This is rated M. 16plus Mature subjects, vulgar language. Trigger subjects. MxM, drug references. You've been warned, be careful then.

Ownership: No ownership of Glee or Dalton. I own my imagination, and I won't relinquish my right to that. Tay and Scott are my babies.

Reviews: Do or don't. It'd be nice if you did. My CF?

Musical Inspiration: Eventually Newton's Cradle, Ludovico Einaudi. From the album In a Time Lapse.

Warning: Trigger issues. MxM issues. Yeah read what I wrote above again.

Dedication: Two steps to my Nightmare. And preparation for the Cory Monteith tribute.

I don't have any association with anyone for music. I've purchased all that I listen to. I'm just letting you know about the music. If you want to listen, then do so. If not then don't.

~ Previously ~

It's not just a room, is it? No this is more than we are allowed.

I could, maybe, have not done it.?

And now Tay would wait for Scott to come to bed. He would wait a very long time.

It's the atmosphere that makes the difference. And the coffee shop I am in, makes the world of difference.

~ Kisses and Kuddles, no good E ~

Scott and Tay had been cuddling most of the morning, most of the night, most of the evening.

Now that their relationship was official and there was no concern of hiding any, fucking, thing, they would be making up for lost time.

Scott had been hesitant of letting anyone know of his rendezvous with Tay. He was certain that a lot of people would be very upset with him.

He could not think of one of his friends who would be happy, not one of them. They were all opinionated and told him in no uncertain terms that Tay, was bad news.

'Tay is possessive, secretive, abusive.' This was written on a note, left under his change room door. 'You've been warned. I can't think of anyone who should be with Tay. Tay should have been castrated at birth. He should have been drowned at birth.'

Scott had held that note in trembling fingers for what seemed like hours. He put it down on the table, grabbed some vodka and drank straight from the bottle.

This brand of vodka was stale and vile. It stung the sides and back of his tongue. Trying to fight the vomit down he threw himself down on his bed and imagined it was Tay's hand that was pushing his mouth shut.

His back felt comfortable on top of his blankets, his back ached so. He grabbed his pillow and pulled that down over his face. The constant vomiting and swallowing started him drowning in himself. Inevitably his body forced itself over and he fell head first, off the bed and onto the cool clean floor.

He wretched until bile with blood and burps were all that was left.

Under the bed he could see evidence of their sex life, love making he once thought. Purple satin ties, red satin ties, lubricant. Unopened condoms, folded clean face washers, makeup wipes.

Scrunched tissues, scrunched pocket disposable bags. If anything, Tay was meticulously clean and responsible.

Whilst he thought of their sex life as love making, somewhere it had blurred to concern. But then he brought the category back to love making, because Tay was so devoted to every pleasure Scott could endure. Tay was clean and healthy. And he demanded that from Scott too. "Never let anyone screw you without a condom. And don't kiss anyone but me. And don't screw with anyone, but me. You're mine Scott, until I tell you when. And until I tell you when, I'm all you'll ever have. And you will be all I have." The pull of his hair was emphasized with every major word. Tay's fingers wrapping in the hair on the back of his head, grabbing the back of his neck, was exhilarating and he felt owned.

But now Scott reaches through his vile upload, for the face washers and makeup wipes. Trying to clean himself while still too heavy on the floor. His clothes hadn't been spared anything. Crying is what he desperately wanted to do, getting up off the floor and trying to prevent Tay coming across this nightmare. But he couldn't, he can't.

He'd have to stay there until he could. The anxiety was building, his heart was racing, his whole body was burning in fear. He was certain he could hear a key being placed in the door.

One deep sigh, his eyes close, his breathing steadies. He drifts into an oblivion that he'd heard Finn talk about, once or twice.

Two words cross his mind, as he feels a familiar shoe nudge him. 'Oh shit!'.

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