Sebastian couldn't tell you what it was to be as jealous as he was in that moment.

It was an emotion the wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed. It was what controlled his hand more than he did as he threw it at Kurt.

Blaine dove in front of it. Blaine cared about Kurt so much he took a slushie in the eye for him. Sebastian didn't have a chance.

The Warblers didn't really care. Sure, they said he shouldn't have done it, but most didn't care.

Then one kid had the nerve to walk up to him and slap him hard enough for a red mark and loud noise.

"I hope you're proud of yourself," the kid snarled. He seemed angry beyond words, and apparently, he was because he left.

Sebastian had never felt lower.

Until that night, where he was hit.

His father had heard about it and gave him the belt. He hit him until he was sure he had beaten the shitiness out of Sebastian. His words.

So Sebastian went to bed, broken in bruised more than physically.

No one cared. He was sure no one ever would.

So the next day, instead of going home, he snuck into his favorite bar and drank it all away while some girls took an interest in him.

He went home with them.

His family didn't care. His school didn't care.

No one ever would.

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Note: Maybe I'll edit this later, maybe I won't. All I know is I love Sebastian and he deserves to be in my stories. This is where I'll practice.