Prompt Post #7
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Sebastian looked like he couldn't decide whether to go on the defensive or offensive. "I didn't mean anything by it! I was just venting in a blog. If you little girls didn't get so upset over stupid things people put on the internet all the time, you probably wouldn't all be making yourselves so paranoid!"
Kurt spoke up quietly. "Sebastian.....your sleeve is turning red. And dripping. Do you honestly think we don't have reason to be concerned?"
Sebastian glared. "It's washable, Fiona Fashion, it will be fine."
Blaine ignored the insults. Sebastian wasn't going to get them to leave by hurling insults and making them mad, if that was what he was hoping.
"I don't think Kurt is concerned about your shirt, Sebastian," he responded dryly.
Kurt looked increasingly concerned. And bordering towards teary. "Sebastian," he implored, "you clearly need to talk to someone. This....is not healthy. You can tell us you are fine until you are blue in the face, but the razors in that box next to you.....are a pretty good indication that you are not ok. At all."
Sebastian didn't look ready to give up. "So I'm unhappy. Who isn't? And just because I choose to deal with it this way, doesn't mean that I'm going to cut too deep and finish the job!"
Blaine took his phone out of his pocket and started reading from the screen. "I've had it. With myself, and everyone else. No one sees me. I don't even see me. I don't know who I'm supposed to be anymore. My parent's perfect son. The Warbler's charismatic lead singer. The guy who sleeps around too much. Who doesn't have enough respect for other people. For himself. Who hurts other people without thinking. Karofsky, I am sorry. Blaine I didn't mean to hurt you as badly as I did. But don't worry. Kurt, Blaine, Karofsky, everyone, you won't have to worry much longer. I won't be in a position to cause anyone else any issues soon enough." Blaine looked steadily at Sebastian, who had stood up as Blaine read, and whose eyes seemed to be desperately sliding around the room in search of....something.
Blaine casually stepped in front of the open door, Kurt shifting towards his side and blocking Sebastian from an easy exit.
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Sebastian's defenses were faltering. He tried to rally them back up around him. "I wasn't trying to kill myself just then you know. You need to stop acting like you are talking me down off a bridge somewhere. It's not a big deal!"
"You cut yourself with a razorblade." Kurt spoke flatly.
Sebastian snorted. "Little emo girls with bad haircuts all over the country manage to do that. It's hardly even a problem anymore. It's a fashion trend."
Kurt sighed. Why did Sebastian have to make things so difficult? Even in the midst of his own imminent breakdown he still managed to alienate and judge thousands of other teens out there dealing with their own problems. In the same manner as he was, no less. He's trying to get you to dislike him enough to leave him alone and let him hurt himself, Kurt reminded himself firmly. Don't let him push you away.
"It is a big deal," Kurt responded, "as much as you try to convince yourself otherwise. And don't think I didn't notice you say you weren't trying to kill yourself 'just then'. Can you honestly tell me that you have never thought about killing yourself, and you weren't considering doing it at some point in the future, even if you weren't when we walked in?"
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Sebastian seemed defeated. He wasn't denying Kurt's statement, but he didn't seem eager to continue talking either. Kurt knew they had to get Sebastian to someone who would get him help before he had a chance to build all the walls around him up again and they would have a much harder time convincing an adult that their star student was slowly self-destructing. Sebastian slid behind a mask of Proper Dalton Academy Student too well, and Kurt needed to get him help before the mask slipped back into place.
"I almost lost someone once because I ignored the signs when he was asking for help," Kurt said, "and I can't let that happen again. Sebastian, I want you to get help. Blaine wants you to get help. But it isn't going to work if you don't want to get help."
Blaine stepped towards Sebastian and put a hand on his shoulder. "The guidance counselor here is really supportive, Sebastian. I went to her a few times after I first started at Dalton and was having nightmares about things that happened at my old school. She can set you up with the help you need. And we will be there for you as much as we can. And Wes and David are always here. They will want to help, I know they will. Please let us help you?"
Sebastian was quiet for so long Blaine was almost sure he was going to turn them down and they would have to go to the counselor against his wishes and behind his back. Blaine didn't want to have to do that, but he didn't trust that Sebastian was in a state of mind where he would feel comfortable just leaving him until he decided he needed help himself. But then Sebastian surprised him.
"You aren't going to let this go if I tell you no, are you, Hobbit?" Blaine was so relieved that he hadn't received an outright no from Sebastian that he barely registered the hobbit insult.
"No, we aren't. So you might as well make it easy on yourself now and come with us." Blaine extended a hand, and waited.
Sebastian looked blankly at the hand, then shook his head. "I don't need you babysitting me. But I'll go if it will keep you two from turning on the waterworks. Or the displays of support and fairy dust and rainbows and unicorns and other sickeningly sweet things."
Blaine just smiled. "We will try to control the unicorns. But you need to go now. And we are coming with you until you get into her office."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Fine. But when I tell her what's going on and she sends me after you two for a visit since you are obviously much more screwed up than I am, don't say I didn't warn you."
Kurt nodded. "We'll chance it. Come on."
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Sebastian sat rigidly in the chair, running his fingers nervously over his reddened shirtsleeve. Kurt glanced over at him. "I know how hard this is for you, but I'm glad you are taking the first step, Sebastian."
Sebastian shrugged. "Not like there were a lot of choices left. Couldn't exactly let you two camp out indefinitely in my room. The room value was lessening every moment your McKinley germs were filtering through the air."
"You will get through this," Kurt reassured. "You don't have to do it alone."
Sebastian just stared at his hands. "I don't know if I'm strong enough."
At that moment Blaine and a older woman in glasses came out through the office doors. The counselor ushered Sebastian into the inner office, and Blaine turned to Kurt.
"They know something is wrong now, so at least we can be sure someone will be watching to make sure he doesn't do something totally irreversible," Blaine sighed, "and I'm sure they will get him help for the self-injury and low self-esteem issues. We should head over to the Warblers practice and let them know what we can. It isn't our place to give out too much information that needs to be Sebastian's to choose to share, but we can at least let them know that Sebastian is going to need their help. And ours."
Kurt slipped his arms around Blaine and just stood against him, breathing. Both of them knew what just happened could have had a much different outcome, and in the aftermath, both needed the comfort. After several minutes, Kurt leaned in and whispered, "He's going to need our support. We need to keep making sure he knows he can come to us when he needs to. Or just wants to."
Blaine responded softly and Kurt smiled back at him. Reaching into his pocket, Kurt pulled out his phone and after searching through his contacts, sent a one word text to Sebastian's number.
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