Flash ~ Glee One-Shots

The Voicemail

Richard's POV

I just got home from the office and I walk into the living room to see Santana looking at a picture. "Bas called today. I couldn't bring myself to answer it. I wanted to so bad but I couldn't." She says. "If it is important he will call back." I say. The words breaking my heart more as the leave my mouth. She turns around to face me. She is crying. "Probably not. You know Bas. He is to stubborn. Especially when he is hurt. Dad, I know your offended by what he said that night. But you know he didn't mean any of it right. I could see by the look in his eyes he regretted everything the second the words finished leaving his mouth. It has been 4 years now dad. Bas is already 16." She says. I sigh. "He left a voicemail. I didn't listen to it. Figured we should all do it together." She says. "Alright. Go get your father. I am grabbing a glass of wine. Want some." I ask. She snorts. "You and pops are awful when it comes to us not drinking until legal age. But pour me a glass." She says going off upstairs to find her father. She comes back downstairs with him a few minutes later. I hand the two their wine glasses. We go set on the couch and Santana presses play on the voicemail. "Hey guys. Um how should I start this off. I want to say I am sorry. I might as well dump this all out on you guys now. I was so frustrated that night because, uh, I found out I was pregnant. I had went to uncle Harrison that day because I was so scared you guys would be pissed. He said I could go to him for anything. 2 weeks before that I was raped. The man was 3 times my age. I was walking home from Jeff's house that evening after school and I was pinned into the backseat of his car. He proceeded to take my innocence away in 1 crucially long and painful hour. Oh how I would give anything right now to be hugged by one of you guys. Tomorrow marks 4 years since he touched me and as I always say, 3 more till he never did. So little back story. I picked on this group of kids called the New Direction's because I am jealous. Jealous that they have a family to go home to all the time. I don't. And it hurts so painfully bad. Well this one kid, Kurt Hummel. I resent him the most. So just to get a gist of things, it is a popular thing to throw slushies at the uncool. Me and the Warblers which is my schools glee club were having what we called a Michael off in an underground car park. I was going to throw a slushy up in the air but in Kurt's direction. Just to scare him. I had put rock salt in it because basic science, the rock salt would keep it from melting. And it would make it glisten under the lights like blood since it was like we were fighting. The least it was going to do was ruin a few shoes. But Blaine Anderson, Kurt's boyfriend, thought it was going to hit Kurt and jumped in front of it and it got in his eye. Almost blinding him. Thank god for the surgery. Then the Finn photos which were photoshopped naked pictures of Kurt's step brother, were a cry for help. I am falling into a deep dark hole and fast. And the one person who could stop me from falling and has been my rock since I told him the truth is in rehab because of a steroid addiction. And I need him right now but he is gone. I cut off all contact with the Warblers because I can't bring myself to look them in the eye every day. I never meant anything I said that night dad. No matter if you meant what you said about me I still love you. I always will. I still love all of you. Santana if your listening you just realized who Sebastian Smythe really is and that my name isn't just a coincidence. Today Rachel Berry called me names and everything mom used to call me before you ended things with her dad. She then said that I could go crying to me family. I just burst out crying not being able to take it anymore. Because I don't have a family to run home to and cry just because I need to cry. I miss you dad. I miss how you hugged me on nights I couldn't sleep because of nightmares, I miss how you softly sang to me when I was trembling and sobbing from when mom would say something terrible or hit me. I miss our late night talks. I miss our random goofy moments. I miss our annual movie nights, just me and you. Nobody else. Just us. I miss our annual brunches every Friday. I miss our late night drives through the suburbs. I miss you and me taking Rex and Allegra out for a run. I miss you. I know I fucked up. And it pains me terribly to know that I am the one who fucked everything up. I love you guys." And with that it cuts off. By the end of it we are all crying. "Santana he said you knew who he was." I say. She puts her hand over her mouth. "I called him a slut 2 days ago. As far as everyone knows he was trying to get with Blaine. Oh god... Oh yeah. He goes to Dalton Academy. He still goes by Sebastian Smythe....." She trails off when there is a knock at the door. I get up and go get it and there is a boy with a young girl standing there. "Hi dad...." He whispers. "Sebastian." I whisper hugging him. He hugs me back. "I'm so so sorry." He says. "I know you didn't mean it and I never meant any of the things I said that night either." I say. A few minutes later he pulls away. "God you don't know how much I needed that." He says. I let him come one in. "And who is this little one." I ask. She smiles and sticks her hand out. "Hi I'm Lorelai Ann Nora Smythe. But you can call me Rory. Daddy calls me Rory Ann." She says as I shake her hand. Sebastian chuckles tearfully. "Dad meet your granddaughter." He says. "Why she is quite polite for such a young age." Jacob says smiling. "Rory Ann, these are your grandfathers and your aunt." Sebastian says. "And manors are something we are learning right now. Not that I ain't proud but if I don't teach her not to do that I may get kicked out of Dalton. One of the new students said something smart about me crying already and she waited till the precise moment he bent down to talk to her, to kick him in the balls. Not once. Not twice. But three times. She is certainly a Smythe through and through." He says.