Hey guys!

Okay, I will begin by saying that the hours ago, I didn't even have this idea. I will also say that I rarely write one-shots, so this is a rarity.

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR DOMESTIC ABUSE!

So, I hope you all enjoy.

Picture Perfect.

Sebastian remembered it as the most important lesson he had ever learned. It was that what happened behind the closed doors of the Smythe household stayed inside the closed doors.

"But, mommy." He remembered saying as his mother adjusted his tie. "What does that even mean?"

His mother continued to hum as she combed his hair. "It means that the things your daddy says and does to you stay a secret." She told him.

He remembered that it had confused him, but the belt that broke the skin on his back had embedded what the lesson meant into his head. It meant that things like the beatings he got daily stayed a secret. Because his family was picture perfect. And it was to stay that way.

Even with a bruise on his face, he was picture perfect. His mother called it concealer. He called it a secret keeper, a saving grace.

Yes, he hated the way it felt on his skin. The cold goo that did its hardest to cover the secrets of his family life. The press didn't need to know that he wasn't perfect. No, that would never do.

"You missed a spot." He remembered his father telling him as he would point to a bruise that the pale concealer didn't fully cover. "Don't give the public a reason to think. You must be picture perfect."

He spent five thousand dollars on concealer.

Relationships stayed a secret too. "Don't give them something to eat up, Sebastian." His mother had told him. "Keep relationships a secret until there is an engagement."

It didn't take long for Sebastian to understand the reason his mother had told him that. After his first abusive relationship, the last thing he wanted was for him to be forced to relive it because of the press. No, he wouldn't just cover the bruises with concealer, and hide his brokenness with a smile. That's what he was supposed to do.

He went to the most prestigious boarding school in all of America. The all boys boarding school with an eight time national winning glee club.

"Stay away from the glee club." His father warned him as they had walked into the building. "You're a lawyer, not a performer."

"Yes, sir." Sebastian had answered.

He broke his word, and joined the Warblers, lead them even. He would never regret it, even with the beating and the hundreds of dollars of hush money that he gave the school nurse. After all, he had to be picture perfect.

Sebastian had fallen in love so many times. But he only wanted one. Santana Lopez.

The feisty daughter of a doctor. She had a temper and tongue to match his, and a love for him that could only be rivaled by his loved for her.

"You don't truly love her." His father had sighed when he asked for his permission to marry her. "You have no idea what true love is."

Sebastian cried himself to sleep the night his father made him break up with her. He just used more concealer the next day.

Sebastian knew that there was no one in the world who would understand him the same way Santana had, but that didn't change his father's mind. No, Santana was not picture perfect.

"You will marry her." His father had panted. He knew that there was only one way to get his son to marry a co-worker's daughter. It was to beat him into submission. So that was what he did.

Sebastian had only nodded through his sobs. He needed someone who was picture perfect. And the love of his life was not.

It was a picture perfect wedding, a picture perfect honeymoon. Everything a Smythe expected, that's what Sebastian and Danielle Smythe got.

But it was only picture perfect on the outside, because on the inside, there was a broken man who was being shattered by an abusive wife.

They were picture perfect children. Elliot and Ava Smythe were the most darling children in the public's eyes. But through their mother they quickly learned the same thing that father had. What happens behind closed doors, stays behind them.

Sebastian tried his best to protect his children, but he wasn't always there in time. He wasn't always fast enough.

"You're safe now." He would soothe as he held them close. "Daddy's here."

He spent ten thousand dollars on concealer for all of them.

He walked out of the court building with his children in his arms. He answered the questions in ways that completely avoided the question. Because they didn't need to know what all his ex-wife had done.

Sebastian was a single father, a lawyer, a victim of abuse, a broken man. But hey, he was picture perfect.

Yeah, I'm not exactly sure what this is. All well. I'm not sure if this is even a one-shot, or if it's a drabble. xD

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