"So...are you gonna tell me why you transfered?"

Sebastian chose to stare down at his lunch tray. Blaine looked at him curiously.

"Seb --"

"I really...don't want to talk about it." the other boy said finally, still not making eye contact. "Please --"

"If it has to do with --"

"Blaine." When Sebastian looked at him this time, it was pleadingly. "Please."

Blaine shrugged.

"Okay, but in return you can't ask me anything about what happened after I threw up on you." he said.

Sebastian grinned.

"Deal." he looked down at his tray once more and made a face. "Is it even biodegradable?"

Blaine laughed and shook his head.

"It's nothing like what we got at Dalton's lunch hall, but it tastes better than it looks, Mr. I-can't-stand-the-stench-of-public-schools." he teased.

Sebastian blushed.

"Kurt told you I said that, didn't he?"

"Yeah, and coming from a guy who's going through a second round at public school, I've gotta say -- the stench isn't so bad. You get used to it." The dark haired boy reached into his bag for his English homework. "What do you have after lunch?"

The brunette glanced at his schedule.

"Spanish with Mr. Martinez," he said.

Blaine fought to keep himself from laughing. He'd heard about Dave Martinez when Kurt came to visit him after school that day. According to his boyfriend, the guy was hot, and after seeing him his first day back at McKinley, Blaine had to agree.

And Sebastian probably would too.

"I'll walk you over there on my way to English. Cool?"

Sebastian smiled a little.

"Cool."

---

Cooper liked going to the gym. He had to admit at first it had only been to help Blaine through Sadie Hawkins, and making sure his little brother had a way to protect himself in the future, but now he liked going purely for himself.

Boxing was as good a distraction as working on the film was.

It kept him from thinking about the nightmares...about the trouble Blaine was having with therapy.

And it certainly distracted him from the fact that their mother's trial was coming up.

He took another swing at the bag, ignoring the ache in his arms as he spared a glance at the clock.

Blaine would be out of school by now, but he had glee club afterward, and another session with Dr. Collins (which Colin had told him he would be driving Blaine to after the glee clup finished their meeting).

He would have to wait and call after dinner.

---

"You seem better today."

"Gee thanks." It was one of those days where Blaine avoided any and all eye contact with the psychiatrist.

Lita bit her lip. After their unscheduled session had ended in Blaine running off, she had tried to think of a better way for him to talk about everything.

"Sarcasm really doesn't suit you, Blaine." she said.

"It's not up to you to decide what suits me." he retorted. "I don't -- I just really don't want to talk about it."

"Let's not then," said Lita, giving a small sigh when he seemed to perk up at that. "Do you want to talk about school? How were your classes?" she paused. "How is glee club going?"

Blaine was pretty sure if it were possible, his jaw would be laying on the tacky gray carpet after dropping straight off of his face.

She wanted to talk about school and glee club?

Well okay then.

Maybe today it wouldn't be so bad.

---

Thomas groaned and leaned back in his cell, closing his eyes briefly. He had to work not to go crazy while confined to the small space.

It was nearly impossible.

"Anderson!" he heard a guard yell. "You've got a visitor."

He frowned. Visiting hours ended soon, didn't they? He sat up and attempted to make himself look somewhat presentable. Even if it was just his attorney who came to see him (nobody who was family bothered, and he really didn't blame them), he had to at least try not to look like a bum (another feat he was failing at).

He let the guards escort him out to the room they used for visitors. His jaw dropped when he saw who was waiting for him:

"Hi Tom." said Heather, smiling nervously at him.