Trigger Warning: child abuse, minor character death, overall angst.

AN: Hey guys, I just want to thank you all for being patient. This is the one story in which I find happiness in writing. I've been having a hard time lately so your support has been greatly appreciated. Also, if you haven't seen the previous AN please check it out as I feel that it is important for you to understand that stories aren't the same as real life.

An elegant living room comes into existence. There stands a chestnut-haired little boy of about 6 or 7 in front of a similar-looking teenage girl.

"Is that little Sebastian?" cooed Trent. Everyone looked closer and indeed, the boy did look like the Warbler's leader.

"But who's the girl?" Jeff asked, his voice still wobbly from the previous events.

"He never mentioned a sister…" Wes trailed off.

The little boy's excited voice started to reach their ears.

"Today was good! Johnny said that he liked me!"

An angelic laughed followed from the girl, "That's great, Sebby! I can't wait to meet your new friend."

"Not just like me, though. He like likes me!"

The group chuckled.

"Aww, "little Sebby" was already getting hit on." Trent laughed out.

"Oh, is that so? And do you like like him too?"

Sebastian blushed before nodding with a huge smile on his face.

"He's so sweet, and nice, and pretty, and kind, and- and what's not to like!"

A cough sounded from a doorway out of sight causing both groups past and present to look.

There stood a tall man, who all in the room could identify from a multitude of news coverage about the best lawyer in Ohio as Sebastian's father.

Terror covered both siblings' faces as the nest words came crawling out of his mouth.

"He's a boy."

The Warblers shared glances, none liking where this was going. Some of the New Directions picked up on the tone; Blaine, Mike, and Sam flinching.

"Yeah…" The poor child didn't know where this was going as he answered what he assumed was a question in a confused tone. Even though he didn't want to answer, he knew that things just got worse by prolonging them.

"Samantha, go to your room."

The quick and sharp curt words struck a chord within the on watching group. The more perspective members could see where this was headed and didn't like a minute of it.

The teen looked torn.

"Father, he's young. He doesn't know any-"

A slap echoed through the room causes both little Sebastian and all those looking on to go wide eyes.

The group stared, mouths agape. Even though they had had an inkling, seeing their suspicion confirmed was terrifying. They had no idea that Sebastian could have gone through this. It seemed like his life was perfect though they should have suspected that something made him the way he was today. If only they knew the half of it...

"Go, or not just will it be worse on you but also him."

She looked pleading at the petrified little boy before going and hiding around the corner.

The group watched in horror as the older Smythe took the idea of beating the gay out of someone quite literally on the younger version of the snarky captain they had grown to both love and hate.

Members of the Warblers shared stricken glances. The Smythes had always looked perfect; how could this be? Those closer to Sebastian, admittedly not too close as their fearless and supposably shameless leader wasn't keen on letting anyone in, questioned themselves on how they never saw the signs. Some questioned if Sebastian had gotten away from that life at one point. It seemed to be a logical reason for why they never saw signs or heard of a sister.

Terror reached new heights as they watched Mr. Symthe leave the boy bleeding and bruised on the ground only to return with a knife.

"He wouldn't…" Rachel gasped out. Even though she and the New Directions may not like Sebastian, this was certainly an eye-opener. Besides, no one in that room believes that anyone should be treated like this, not even those they hate.

"This ends now. No son of mine will be a f*g."

"No!" Samantha jumped out from her hiding space and rushed in front of her younger brother. "Dad! Don't!"

"I told you to leave."

"I'm not going to let you kill him! He's my younger brother; your son!"

"No son of mine acts in such ways, and no daughter of mine will disobey my orders."

"Then hurt me, but leave him alone."

"This is your last chance. Only one of you will leave this room alive. I suggest you repay my kindness and leave me to do as I was."

The group froze. They had an idea of what would happen but to hear it so literally was horrifying. Much less to give that ultimatum to a child.

Samantha looked at her father with tears in her eyes.

"You're no father of mine. I'd die before I let you hurt him."

The group got teary-eyed as they realized what was going to happen.

A glint reappeared in Mr. Symthe's eyes as he stalked closer towards her.

"Sebastian, run!" She yelled out, already resigned to her fate but not trusting this man's word.

Sebastian looked like he wanted to argue but the look in his sister's eye along with the terror coursing through his body sent him to the same hiding spot Samantha had resigned in earlier.

He heard shouts, screams, and horrible sounds that he had, sadly, grown accustomed to over his short life. Finally, he had enough; he had to know what was going on, rather than let his imagination run wild.

Sebastian snuck a look around the wall, effectively traumatizing him and those watching. Sebastian saw his dad take the knife and stab it into his sister's stomach.

The group just started, tears falling from most eyes.

Sebastian's father turned around, a crazed glint in his eyes.

"You did this. This is your fault." The knife clattered against the coffee table as Mr. Symthe stalked away, wiping the blood that had fallen on his hands onto a towel to burn.

Hands covered mouths as gasps filled the air. Who would that to a child?

Apparently the monster who wanted to kill him.

Once he was out of the door, Sebastian hesitantly made his way towards his sister who laid on the ground.

He tried to stop the bleeding but she grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Tears fell from his eyes as waterfalls fell from his friends' and enemies'.

"Don- Don't lis'en to h'm. Not- not your fault."

Sebastian shook his head but did not argue. Even at such a young age, he knew that she wouldn't be there to protect him again and didn't want to spend her last moments arguing. It was a sad reality that no child should have to face but so many due.

"Prom'se m' s'meth'ng." Her shaking, bloodied hands clambered on his.

"Protect her." The whispered words made a tearful smile grace Sebastian's face.

A question mark piqued in the watchers' mids but they didn't dare break up such a somber moment with words.

"I promise." With no fears for whoever "her" was, the last breath floated away and Sebastian was left in his sister's wake.

Slowly, he made his way up on shaking legs and quiet sobs wracked his body. A baby's cry could be heard distantly as if it too knew the gravity of what had occurred.

Sebastian walked through the empty halls that seemed both silent and ringing with cries. Between walls that had stories to tell (most of which would never see the day of light and if they did could make a grown man cry) and into the gray nursery- essentially matching the emotions in the room.

He made his way over to the cradle and rubbed his bloodied fingers over the baby's face, though neither seemed to mind.

"I promise he'll never hurt you, Sabrina, as long as I am alive. I- I promise." Tears mixed with blood as the screen faded and changed.

"Did- Did anyone know that that happened?" Thad asked, scared in the time between changes.

All the Warblers shook their heads. None of them knew of it, or even suspected it.

Wes looked down in shame: He was supposed to have known everything about the Warblers from his time as head of the council. Even after being replaced with a captain, he still had sway.

All of his friends were berating themselves while those who ever fought against him or talked behind his back were ashamed that they didn't take the time to look before judging.

The New Directions were just utterly confused. He always put up such a hard, bitch front that it was difficult to see him as this small, vulnerable, no longer (if he ever was) innocent child.

As the new scene took place, the group now knew to not have any expectations about what they would see.