In which it gets better [and then it gets worse.]
Scotty gets the timer on the one month anniversary of Ron’s death. “It gets better,” he hears over and over again, but no one ever tells him when. So he gets the timer, because the timer tells him exactly how long he has until “it” gets better. He still has another month, according to the timer, until Ron’s death doesn’t leave that uneasy feeling niggling away in his stomach.
Survivor’s guilt, Pat had told him. That’s what he was experiencing. That, and grief.
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In which Colby fucks Kurt in a dressing room.
A collective groan was sounded when Kurt stood during a Warbler practice and asked, “Warblers, if I may?”
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In which Ben tells Colby “this is the last time.”
“This is the last time,” Ben said as he settled his first-aid kit on the bed. Colby sat silent behind him, blood caked on one side of his face. His eye was swollen and his lip was split. Every so often Colby’s tongue would dart out to touch it. Ben gave him a look as he tore open a packet of alcohol wipes. “What was the fight about this time?”
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Five times Colby wanted to tap dat ass and the one time he didn’t.
“Colby hasn’t tried to get into your pants yet? He must really like you.”
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In which Colby eats a popsicle.
“It’s fucking hot,” Colby complained, his shirt pillowed beneath his head and his arm thrown over his face to shield his eyes. Blaine, who was still wearing his sweatshirt, laughed and teasingly lifted Colby’s arm.
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In which Colby forgets everything.
Before winter break, Colby says, “Don’t have too much fun without me” because Ben is going to London and Colby is going back to Canada. He would have gone with Ben - would have preferred it, actually, and after what happened so would Ben - but there was some family event he could not get out of. For Colby, who was very apathetic about his family and wouldn’t have been all that upset about missing Christmas with them, it had to be a major deal. So Ben didn’t protest.
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In which Jack leaves Colby tied up for an hour.
Today has been a Very Good Day for Jack. To start, Mr. Kendall had decided to just play a movie all hour. Ruby had brought chocolates for the class too, and she accidentally gave Jack an extra one. Physics, normally a class that Jack usually dreaded because science in the early hours of the morning just should not be allowed, turned out to be awesome too: the substitute, as the usual teacher had been MIA for the past week, had also decided to put in a movie. Jack suspected she was hungover or just eager to sext her boyfriend, if the way she kept grinding on the chair while she texted indicated anything. Third hour had just been a review day, meaning Jack sat with his back turned to the teacher and “worked on” some problems while texting various people.
Like Colby.
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In which I set my MP3 player to shuffle again.
Black Eyed Peas feat. Jack Johnson - Gone Going
Scotty had watched how one by one his friends become consumed with a need that all Dalton students seemed to possess: this driving desire to become somebody, to matter, to make a difference. The seniors graduated first and Scotty kept tabs on his favorites. He read all of Ben’s articles with a religious dedication. He watched all of Blaine’s performances online.
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In which I set my MP3 player to shuffle.
Weezer - If You’re Wondering
Colby is laughing as he dunks Raf beneath the water, and Ben is watching him. He isn’t looking at Colby’s bare torso (too much) and he isn’t wondering if this is the first time Colby has spent the summer in a climate that would allow him to swim in a pool outdoors. He is staring at Colby’s smile, the way he lights up when he flirts.
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In which Noah fucks Colby.
This is almost like the beginning of December, you think to yourself. You stay faced towards your laptop but your eyes look over the top. You are glaring, but you will deny it if Colby says anything. Thankfully he doesn’t notice as he begins to strip out of his clothes. His hair is mussed in a way that you can practically see the hand of some student — maybe one of your friends — grabbing it to get Colby to cum. Did that person take Colby from behind, have Colby on his hands and knees and holding him by the hair to keep him steady? You and Colby never had gotten that far. Blowjobs and sweet, Victorian-esque sex. That’s all you accomplished with him.
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