BAD IDEA ✸ Sebastian Smythe

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Chantelle anxiously sat in her chair, awaiting Kurt's arrival.

after what felt like forever of waiting, he finally walked in, she immediately stood up and rushed to Kurt, "how is he? is he okay?"

"it's uh, his right eye. uh, the doctor says that his cornea is deeply scratched and he has to have surgery."

Chantelle ran a hand through her hair, "this is all my fault." she paced back and forth, biting her nail anxiously, they all looked at her oddly, "how would this be your fault, Telle? you had no idea who Sebastian was or what he-" Mr. Schuester tried to calm her,

she cut him off, "I was dating him. i- we were dating for five months and then last night when he did what he did, I broke it off and... I should've seen it coming."

"you were dating Sebastian Smythe?" various voices shouted, "wait- i thought he was gay." Santana's eyes widened, "bi, but still, do whatever you want to punish me, but just, please, don't kick me out of glee club." Chantelle pleaded,

Mr. Schuester sighed, "I'm sorry but we'll have to take a vote."

Chantelle's heart dropped, "o - okay." she nodded lightly, walking out and going to her locker, she looked down at her phone to see 36 missed calls and 81 messages from Sebastian. most of them just said some form of 'i'm sorry' or, 'can we talk?' and of course, 'call me.'

Chantelle made her way to the bathroom on the verge of tears, as soon as she made it into the stall she let the tears fall, covering her mouth to attempt to quiet the sob that was coming out of her mouth, she didn't know what to do. she had just lost her boyfriend and was about to lose the glee club too.

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it was the next day, Chantelle walked into the choir room with heavy, dark bags underneath her bloodshot eyes, highlighting them.

She had been up all night crying, about everything. she hadn't like to cry but she just couldn't help it.

as soon as her foot hit the ground, all eyes were on her. She remained focused on her white sneakers, watching them slowly come off the ground and step toward the piano, where Mr. Schuester stood. He let out a sigh, "okay, guys, do you have your votes ready?"

a choir of yes and mm-hmm sang throughout the room, "all in favor, Chantelle remains in glee club."

Chantelle couldn't bare looking up to see who and who didn't raise their hand, she just hoped everyone had their hands up.

"all in favor, Chantelle gets removed from the glee club."

the silence of no hands being brought down made Chantelle want to cry, even more, she finally looked up, and nobody had their hands up anymore, Mr. Schuester let out another sigh, "Chantelle..."

"you are hereby removed from glee club."

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Chantelle closed the rusted car door behind her, sighing as she walked into her home, immediately being met with the familiar smell of alcohol and sweat she closed the door softly behind her, attempting to not wake her father, she tiptoed around the glass bottles on the ground, some had shattered at certain parts, some shattered completely and some were whole.

Chantelle had been gone at school for seven hours and this what she had come home to-- of course it was nothing new to her, though, it had become a routine to clean up the bottles and dirty dishes when she got home, and then again before she went to sleep. she truly hadn't known how her father hadn't died of liver failure yet, he had been this way for almost two years ever since her mother passed.

Chantelle hated talking about her life at home. When she did, it all started and finished the same way.

their features sadden

their mouth curls into a frown

their eyebrows furrow slightly

while they say the same thing,

I am so sorry.

Chantelle tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, dropping her backpack off on her bed and walking quietly to the kitchen, grabbing a trash bag and kneeling down to where the trail of bottles laid, picking them up, one by one, her shaky hands trying to steady so she wouldn't get cut.

and for the hundredth time that day, her mind trailed back to Sebastian Smythe.

should I text him?

maybe I was too hard on him?

i mean, after all, I only broke up with him because of what he had done to my friends— well, who I thought were my friends.

they betrayed me. how could they do that to me?

she got caught off guard, without meaning to, she clenched her fist causing the glass that rested in between her fingertips scraped into her skin, neatly peeling the flesh upwards, the blood quickly oozing out.

Chantelle let out a groan when the pain hit her and spread through her veins, she grunted an ow and stood up, making her way to the sink when a knock appeared on her door, she frantically turned the water off and grabbed the towel next to the sink, wrapping it around her hand, praying to whatever god there was that her father wouldn't wake up.

She took a look back at her dad to assure herself that he wasn't awake and opened the door, opening it slightly to see who it was before fully going outside.

she first looked down at the person's shoes, her eyes making their way to the top, as she scanned the body she noticed three things.

its a he

he's wearing a warbler's uniform

and three, he's Sebastian Smythe.