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The least is up on our apartment next month and we don’t know if we want to stay or move elsewhere. School’s been killing me and work has been shit and all I do is sleep these days whenever I’m free 😩 miss you too pretty girl.

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my heart is aching for you, omg. i’d literally cry :(( i really hope that soon everything kinda mellows out, i know it will! i’m giving you a million kisses rn🥺 i think you should stay where you are though, only if you like it! moving is a whole process that’d just add onto the stress.

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Pack Your Things

Sebastian didn’t take a cab to the theater because the thought of sitting still made him absolutely crazy. He was full of adrenalin and nervous energy, so he decided to walk to the theater instead. He thought about how much Kurt meant to him, and how Jesse was going to pay for what he did to his best friend. When he reached the building, he stopped outside and scrubbed his hands over his face. He needed to stand outside and cool off for a moment. He couldn’t actually kill Jesse, as much as part of him wanted to. Once he was calmed down enough, he stepped into the theater.

He dashed up the stairs to Eric’s office, taking them two at a time. Knocking on the door, he didn’t wait for a reply and went on in. “Is Jesse here today?” he asked. “Yes, he’s downstairs doing some weird throat exercises or some shit,” Eric explained, shrugging. Eric didn’t much care for Jesse either, but they both understood how talented he was so they put up with him. Until now. “He’s fired. I don’t ever want to see his face in this theater, or any theater, ever again,” Sebastian said firmly. Eric studied his face for a long moment. “Moulin Rouge is still running for two more weeks,” Eric said tiredly. “His understudy is fully capable. I have all the confidence in the world in him,” Sebastian said. “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have good reason. I’m not going to be a part of making some dick who treats people like shit famous,” he explained. Eric nodded. “Do what you have to do.”

Sebastian raced back down the stairs, and began walking down the long hall of dressing rooms. Finding Jesse’s, Sebastian didn’t bother to knock and barged right into the room. Jesse, who had been standing in-front of the mirror, whirled around and smirked at him. Whatever Jesse was about to say, Sebastian didn’t hear it because he took three strides towards Jesse and punched him in the mouth with all his strength. He took satisfaction in the noise that came from Jesse’s mouth, and when the man turned, blood was coming from his lip. Sebastian grabbed him by the collar with both hands and threw him into the wall. “I told you not to hurt him! You hurt my Kurt, and now you are going to pay with your career. You are fired from this theater, and I will have you blacklisted so much that you won’t even be able to get a job as Tree #8 in a community college production of Hamlet,” Sebastian bit, shoving Jesse into the wall again. “Pack your things. Your understudy just got a major promotion, and he’s going to need this dressing room.” With that Sebastian left the theater. It wasn’t until he was two blocks away from his apartment that he realized how bad his hand hurt. Looking down, he saw that his hand was already red and bruised. He knew that it was going to take at least a few days to heal, and that it would be next to impossible to hide it from Blaine and Kurt. Still, Sebastian could not bring himself to regret what he had done. No one was going to hurt his Kurt, or his Blaine, and get away with it.

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