Uncovered Secrets

Bipolar

At school the next day, I walk to my locker, my face down. I got around an hour of sleep last night, the result being smudgy makeup, dark circles under my eyes, and sweats.

"You look like hell," Kitty says, walking up next to me. I can't help but notice her toned, thin legs, and be jealous. I clear my throat.

"I feel like hell."

"Hm. So there's Glee today after school, just a reminder, and Regionals are in four weeks, so be prepared for some hard core singing." Kitty winks and walks off, her hips swinging.

The rest of the day goes by slowly. Boring. Boring. Boring. Does anyone actually care about how a rock is made?

As soon as last period is over, I go to the choir room, and sit down. I just want to sleep, but I force my eyes to stay open. The rest of the Glee members file in, and Kevin sits next to me.

"I haven't seen you all day, are you okay?" He asks, and I grumble that I'm fine.

"Okay everyone! Welcome Demi, our newest member, and let's get started right away. I'm going to put you guys in pairs and you're going to write a song- together. Uh, Uniqe and Ryder- play nice, Kitty and Kevin," I sigh, "Jake and Sam, Blaine and Demi, Tina and Marley." At least I sorta know Blaine, and he seems nice enough.

"Hey, Demi." I look up.

"H-hi." I stand up and he smiles.

"Let's go to the auditorium, I already asked Mr. Schue." I follow Blaine to the auditorium, and he sits down at the piano. "Before we start, we should get to know each other." Blaine suggests, and I nod. "Where are you from?"

"Lima. I just went to a different school district." Blaine nods.

"Look, I just want to say that you don't have to pretend to be okay when you're in Glee. We all know that you're struggling with something, and we will always be there for you." I smile.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Really." I smile, like I'm so used to doing.

"What kind of music do you like?"

***

I go to school the next day, looking slightly better. I got a whole three hours of sleep (round of applause for me).

"Hey." Kevin kisses me, and snuggle into his chest.

"Hi." I murmer.

"It's Friday, wanna come over?" He asks, wrapping his arm around me.

"Yes. I would love to come over." I smile and kiss his cheek. "Are your parents out of town again?" Kevin nods. I feel bad that his parents always work extra. I know how hard it must be for them, to come home to a house with one less kid than they're used to, but they've ended up completely ignoring their other one. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He sighs and leans against his locker. "It's so awkward when they are around, I kinda prefer them being gone." I look at him, concerningly. "How'd you sleep?" He asks me.

"I didn't. Well, I kind've did. Not well though." I shrug. "How bout you?"

"Okay."

"You seem quiet. What's going on?" I ask.

"Nothing, I'm just kinda stressed." He smiles reasurringly at me.

"Okay... When are you leaving for France?" I ask, trying to change the subject from me and sleeping habits.

"I don't know. My parents said that it would have to be pushed back at least a few days for their work, but they said it's for sure happening."

"Good," I smile up at him. "You seem excited."

"Yeah." He laughs a little and we fall into an uncomfortable silence.

"Just say it." I say, my voice wavering a bit.

"Say what?" Kevin asks but I know that he's just playing dumb.

"Kevin."

"I'm not sure you'll be okay without me. Hell, you're not even okay with me!"

"Okay, Kevin, stop. I am not a puppy. I'll be just fine without you."

"Demi, I just-"

"No, stop. Listen. I need you to know that I didn't try to kill myself on Christmas. Ever sine the hospital, you talk to me like I might break if you say the wrong thing. I'm not made of fucking glass."

"I know you're not made of glass. But you're... You're so much to lose, and it kills me that you can't see that."

"Yeah, well, I can't." I answer, walking to the parking lot.