I know, I know. I have other stories I should be writing and finishing. But I couldn't help it. I have the first six chapters of this story already written and I needed to see if anyone else liked it. I've never written anything like this, but I hope it's good. I love Glee, and these characters, so I hope I do them justice.

Enjoy!

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Prologue

"Sebastian, I swear to God if you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to kill you," Danny murmured as he flipped through the channels on their small TV.

Sebastian hugged his knees to his chest and bit into his lip. He hadn't meant to talk too much. His day had been a great one, and he had really been hoping Danny wanted to hear about it. Apparently he didn't, and Sebastian chastised himself for babbling too much.

Danny reached over and tugged at Sebastian's open shirt collar. "Button that up. No one wants to see your fat covered collarbone."

Sebastian felt his face heating. He hadn't been watching what he was eating recently. And while he knew he had gained a few pounds, he still thought of himself as lanky and thin, not fat. He reached down and gripped his stomach, there wasn't a lot to grab, but there was enough to lightly fold over his jeans.

"When's dinner?" Danny asked, finally settling on a football game.

Sebastian shrugged. "I haven't thought about it yet honestly. It isn't even five o'clock yet."

"Well, think about it, I'm getting hungry," he snapped.

Sebastian flinched. God, he was the worst fiancé ever. Danny had been working all day and he hadn't even thought of anything to cook him for dinner. Sebastian felt his eyes begin to burn. Not only was he fat and a horrible fiancé, but now he was a cry baby too.

He felt something hard crash against his cheek. "Stop crying, you're being ridiculous. Just go make me some dinner."

Sebastian wordlessly rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen. His face burned from where he'd been slapped, but it wasn't that bad. It wasn't going to bruise.

He made dinner quickly, knowing Danny's patience was wearing thin quickly. He looked in the little mirror that kept in the hall as the food cooled and saw that his face now had a red welt in the shape of Danny's hand. It hopefully would go away before tomorrow. He couldn't imagine the humiliation of trying to explain it to someone who asked. Hopefully no one would ask. Last time he tried to tell someone about Danny, a close friend back from his days at Dalton who had also made it to NYADA, and they'd outright laughed at him and called him an attention whore.

He'd never forget the humiliation.

"Is dinner ready?" Danny screamed from the living room.

"Yes," Sebastian replied. He set everything up on the table and sat down, waiting for Danny.

His fiancé came in the room, his hands running through his dark hair as he yawned. "I'm starving."

Sebastian sat silently for a good five minutes while Danny ate before daring to eat some himself.

Danny looked up. "What are you doing?" He looked irritated.

"I'm hungry too," Sebastian whispered.

Danny grabbed his plate and dragged it next to his own. "You can't eat that. You'll get even fatter. Go eat something better for you."

Sebastian felt his stomach clench. He was starving and the pasta smelled fantastic. He placed a hand over his lightly outlined abs. He used to be much more toned. Danny was right.

Danny was always right.

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It was late at night. At least midnight. Sebastian's stomach was killing him. It wouldn't stop rolling and aching. He'd felt nauseous earlier, but he wasn't sure whether it was because his stomach was so empty, or because he was sick.

Danny rolled over and smirked when he realized Sebastian was still awake.

"Let's make some love tonight," he stated before shoving his hands up Sebastian's shirt and violently pressing his lips to the other boys.

Sebastian's stomach was revolting again. He needed to get to the bathroom before he threw up. He tried to pull away, but Danny's hands were digging into his lower back.

"Stop it," Danny hissed harshly.

"But-" Sebastian was cut off by Danny pinching his back, hard.

"Just shut up and kiss me," he went back to groping his boyfriend, his hands finding his boxers waistband, when Sebastian felt it.

He finally summoned the strength to rip his face from Danny's and retched all over the bed.

He coughed a few times, his stomach finally relaxing, before Danny swore.

"Shit! What the hell?!" Danny looked down at the vomit covered bed. Luckily none of it had gotten on Danny, but he was still pissed. He shoved Sebastian's shoulder, hard, slamming it into to the bed frame. He whimpered.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," he choked out. He knew it wouldn't matter, his fiancé was mad, and it was all his fault. He couldn't hold down his own food.

"Don't damn lie to me," Danny crawled out of the bed. "I'm going to use the bathroom. Clean up the sheets and replace them before I get back."

The scent hit his nose, raw and pungent, and he felt his stomach clench. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. He pulled himself up and felt his stomach double in on itself. God, he felt horrible.

He shakily pulled himself to his feet before yanking the blankets from the bed and balling them up. He took a few steps before his stomach curled up into a rock, causing him double over in pain. He whimpered.

"Make the bed, you douche bag! Your little episode is keeping me from sleeping!"

Sebastian would have murmured something about being sorry, but his jaws were locked together to keep him from crying out.

After a few seconds the pain dulled a bit, just enough for him to quickly stumble over to the washer and start it, the sheets spinning around noisily in the barrel. Danny always despised it when Sebastian had to do laundry at night. He made the bed up again and felt another wave of nausea hit him. He scrambled down the hallway and into the kitchen. He gripped the sides of the sink before retching again. Sebastian could feel his eyes burning. He swatted at them.

"Quit crying," he whispered to himself. He washed the sink down before sliding to the ground. He knew this would happen, every time he got sick, whether Danny had him induce it or whether he caught a virus, he almost never saw it coming. Some people got telltale cramps, or some sort of notion, Sebastian just skipped nausea and went straight to the throwing up part.

He knew Danny wouldn't let him get back in bed, so he got up off the kitchen floor and curled up on the couch.

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"Kurt!" Rachel screamed after him. "Can you believe this? We open tonight!" She clutched his arm and shook it.

He smiled and rolled his eyes. He knew what today was. Anyone who had any clue of Rachel Berry's existence knew. "I just can't wait to have the apartment to myself for hours."

She rolled her eyes. "I won't be back to the apartment until really late so don't stay up."

"I wasn't going to anyway. I have work tomorrow and any sleep I can get is worth it." Rachel patted his arm before running off to her next class.

He smiled as he watched her push her way between other students, her long brown hair whipping back and forth. He was happy for her. He used to be decently jealous, but now he was just happy she was happy.

He scanned the crowd for a familiar face. He had a quarter hour until his next class. The only person he spotted that he even knew was Sebastian. He was listening to someone who was chatting animatedly with his fiancé, Danny. Sebastian had apologized once he found out Blaine and Kurt were going to the same school, it was sincere, and Kurt forgave him, but it didn't mean they had to be buddy-buddy.

Danny was laughing loudly, his arm around Sebastian's shoulders.

Kurt hadn't noticed before, but now that he was paying attention, he could see the bags underneath Sebastian's eyes. He had obviously tried to cover them with make-up but Kurt could tell.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine came up behind him. He had to stop himself from jumping.

He turned around. "Hey Blaine." They had broken up months ago, but they were still best friends.

Blaine must have noticed him staring Sebastian's way. "Did you hear what he told Daniel?" Daniel was another fellow gay from their stage combat class.

Kurt shook his head. "What?"

"He accused Danny of hitting him," Blaine whispered. Kurt couldn't help gasping a bit. When he thought of abusive boyfriends, the absolute last name he thought of was Danny's. He was sweet, funny, and didn't have a mean bone in his body. He could never imagine him hitting anyone, especially not someone like Sebastian.

"Why would he even make that up?" Kurt knew Sebastian loved attention, but claiming something like this was beneath even him.

Blaine shrugged and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. "No clue. The thing is though, Daniel didn't believe him, but what if he was telling the truth?"

Kurt felt Blaine's words tug slightly at the back of his mind. What if he wasn't lying? "Why wouldn't he just leave him if that was true? Sebastian doesn't strike me as the kind to just roll over and get hit."

Blaine looked at Sebastian as he said it. "Because he might be scared to."

Kurt smiled a little. Blaine always saw the good in people, even people who used to drive them crazy. Kurt looked down. "Do you honestly think he was telling the truth?"

"Honestly, Kurt," Blaine looked up. "I don't know whether to believe him or not. I just know I won't be able to live with myself if he was telling the truth and I did nothing."

Kurt knew he would feel the same way. Not now, but sometime soon, he would get Sebastian alone and see for himself.

He risked one last look at him before saying good bye to Blaine and heading to class.

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So? What do you guys think? Seriously. Let me know. Like I said earlier, a lot of this is already written, so I can update it semi-frequently.

Thanks for reading and reviewing!

~Ann