Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=On My Way=

TW - mentions of suicide, please don't read if this thing triggers you, I really don't want anyone to feel like that.

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"We love you, Kara. We will always, always be here for you, come hell or high water." 

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Kurt, Rachel and I were in the Lima Bean, looking through wedding magazines. Kurt was being unnecessarily negative, but I suppose I understood why.

"Oh, this is good. Oh, look at this one. Oh, it's so timeless. It's perfect." Rachel said, flipping the page and pointing at a dress.

"Yeah, timeless, meaning you can wait two or five years to wear it." Kurt said snakily.

"Stop being so pessimistic, you Negative Nancy." "Don't be so jealous." Rachel and I said our statements at the same time. 

"Okay, I didn't understand what either of you said." Kurt said, holding his hands up.

"Well, well, well." An annoying voice said. I groaned loudly and head-butted Rachel's shoulder in annoyance. "If it isn't a young Barbra Streisand, old Betty White and female Ed Sheeran. Where is Gay Cyclops? Still trying to stumble his way in?"

"We can't come here anymore." Kurt muttered frustratedly.

"Sebastian, how times do we have to tell you to leave us alone? We don't like you, your a horrible, mean, vindictive little brat and we want nothing with to do with you. So go, please." I said, rubbing my forehead, I could already feel a headache coming on.

"Now, now, Kara. I'm only here because I brought Rachel an engagement gift." He said innocently, handing an envelope too her. She opened it, pulling a sheet of paper out of it. Kurt and I leaned over her shoulders, looking at the piece of paper. My eyes widened as we saw a picture of Finn, how do I put this delicately? He was, undressed and in stilettos. I slapped my hand over my mouth, feeling sick as Kurt quickly covered the worst part of the photo.

"Oh, my God!" Rachel cried out in shock.

"Whoa. Oh, whoa, whoa!" 

"I can never erase that image from my brain." I said, slamming my head down on the table.

"Oh, no, that is, that is Photoshopped. His thing is not that small or - or brown." Rachel said quickly, still shocked.

"And he could never fit into those pumps."

"You are disgusting, Sebastian." I said, leaning my head on Rachel's shoulder and burying my face in the crook of her neck, trying to disappear.

"Just think, from now until eternity, every time someone Googles Finn Hudson, they'll be treated to that and dozens just like it." Sebastian said, smirking cockily.

"That is a fate, worse than death." I mumbled quietly.

"That's the beauty of the Internet." He continued, ignoring me. "It stays with us forever."

"What do you want, Sebastian?" Rachel asked angrily.

"I want a guaranteed Regionals win, so I want you to drop out. McKinley gets home-court advantage this year. You're going to come down with Asian bird flu or whatever Tina Blowing-Wang just had."

"Hey! Leave Tina alone!" I shouted angrily, balling my fists.

"That is show choir terrorism." Rachel protested frustratedly.

"You give a bad name to the entire gay community." Kurt said snidely.

"And you give the gay community cutting-edge fashion that's usually only seen on Puerto Rican pride floats." Sebastian retorted rudely.