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"Alright, if we watch one more movie, I'm going to pass out," Thad declared, yawning.

"That means it's game time," Jeff said. He tossed his now-empty coke bottle on the carpet.

Nick sighed. "Truth or dare? Really?"

Jeff just grinned. They settled into a circle around the bottle, knowing they couldn't stop him. Sebastian cautiously sat next to Hunter, confused.

Blaine spun the bottle first, and it landed on Sebastian. "Truth or dare?" he asked.

"Um..." Seeing his look of confusion, Hunter realized something.

"Wait, you've never played truth or dare before, have you?"

Sebastian shook his head.

"How is that possible?" Nick asked.

"Basically, you spin the bottle and ask whoever it lands on 'truth or dare,'" Thad explained. "You can't lie on a truth, you have to truthfully answer the question. Like, I don't know, 'who was your first boyfriend.' A dare you have to do, they dare you to do something. Like 'play the rest of the round without your glasses' or something. Then, after answering it or doing it, that person spins and it repeats."

He nodded, trying to remember that. "Okay."

"Here, let's not start with you, so you can get a feel for it," Jeff said. Blaine nodded, re-spinning the bottle. It landed on Thad.

"Truth or dare?"

"I'll start with truth."

Blaine thought for a minute. "Name three people in this room."

"Um, you, Nick, and Sebastian?" he said, sounding confused.

"Alright, fuck marry kill, me, Nick, and Sebastian."

Thad grew red. "That doesn't seem fair. Um... I'm going with logic here. I apologize in advance. Um, fuck Sebastian, because he wouldn't make it awkward afterwards, marry Blaine, because a household with me and Nick would be too anxious to get anything done, and kill Nick."

"Wow, thanks," Nick said sarcastically.

Thad smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I mean, blame Blaine. And if it's any consolation, I'd honestly rather die than have to marry myself."

They all laughed, except for Sebastian. He felt distinctly uncomfortable.

Thad spun next, landing it on Wes. "Oh, this is bound to be boring. Truth or dare?"

A faint blush tinted Wes's cheeks. "Dare, I guess. So it won't be too boring."

Thad looked rather impressed. "Alright. Well, kiss whoever you find most attractive in here."

With surprising ease, Wes leaned across the circle and gave David a short kiss. Then they both paused, kissing again, much longer this time. When they broke apart they kissed again, more of a peck than a kiss. They didn't seem able to break apart.

Hunter laughed. "Alright, do we need to forcibly separate you two before you start making out?"

Surprising them all, Wes didn't even blush. He settled back down into his spot, smiling faintly and spinning the bottle.

"Wait, wait, hold up," Jeff said as the bottle landed in him. "Are you two a thing, or did that just happen?"

Wes laughed. "That definitely did not just happen. I mean, we share a dorm. How was I supposed to keep my hands off him?"

"TMI," Blaine said, snickers rippling through the room.

"Truth or dare?"

Jeff thought for a minute. "Dare."

Thad winced. "Why would you take Wes's dares?"

"It's better than his truths," Jeff pointed out.

"Touché."

Wes smirked at the reputation he had in the game. "Dye your hair. Like, the ends or something."

Sebastian's eyes widened. He didn't know lasting dares like that were allowed.

Jeff seemed amused, agreeing and spinning the bottle. It landed on Sebastian.

"Truth or dare?" Jeff asked him.

"Truth," Sebastian answered immediately. He had been psyched out from taking a dare.

Jeff thought for a minute. "Alright, I know it's kinda early, but I can't help myself. What is the strangest- like, kinkiest- thing you've done during sex?"

Blaine groaned. "I do not need to hear this."

Hunter shot Jeff a glare, but he didn't seem to notice.

The thing that surprised them most was Sebastian's reaction. He didn't smirk, he didn't do his trademark tantalizing answer he did whenever someone asked him something like that. He just got quiet and looked down, seeming embarrassed.

"I can't really answer that," he mumbled.

Hunter shifted towards Sebastian, putting his hand on top of his boyfriend's protectively.

"Sebastian, what do you mean?" Blaine asked, earning a glare from Hunter. However, when told to tell the truth, Sebastian did exactly that. He couldn't lie, it was against everything he'd learned.

"I've never had sex."

They were all quiet, clearly shocked. This, this wasn't the Sebastian they knew.

"Hunter, stop threatening them with your eyes."

Hunter blinked, looking over at Sebastian, who was looking down at the carpet yet had still hit exactly why nobody said anything.

"I know it's why they haven't said anything. I mean, it goes against my nature, doesn't it? All of it does. Hell, Hunter's the first person I've even kissed."

Jeff was the first to speak up. "You know we don't care, right? I mean, yeah, it's kinda surprising, but it doesn't change our opinion of you."

Sebastian looked up at them, a soft light of hope in his eyes. They all nodded or agreed.

He spun the bottle, landing it on David. "Truth or dare?"

"Hm... Truth."

He was glad David picked that, as truths seemed easier to think of. Yet he still couldn't think of one.

"What're you most afraid of?" he asked, not wanting to take too much time. He had to prepare himself next time.

"Okay, call me crazy, but I do not like lizards."

There was a ripple of laughter. "Seriously?" Jeff asked.

"They lick their own eyeballs," he said, sounding freaked out. "It's just... ugh."

Wes laughed. "David, hon, it's a lizard. They're harmless."

"They're creepy and I do not like them," he said, crossing his arms.

After a few more rounds, Hunter's curiosity got the best of him when Jeff chose dare.

"I dare you tell Nick that you know the thing you mentioned that he didn't think you knew. The one where they never confirmed or denied it but it flips your whole world upside down and you told me to have an existential crisis and then slap myself and say I was being ridiculous and pretend I didn't know. You can do it in private; I don't care as long as you tell him."

If Jeff paled, it was nothing compared to how much Nick paled. "You d-don't-t-" he stuttered, stopping as Jeff stood up. He took Nick's hand, helping him up.

They left the room, everyone quiet.

"Hunter," Sebastian spoke up quietly, "what do you know that I don't know you know?"

He chuckled sheepishly. "I kinda backed myself into that one, didn't I? I'll tell you later, when we have some privacy."

Before long Nick and Jeff came back, Nick looking rather shaky. Jeff wrapped his arm around Nick, who leaned into his side and sighed, clearly trying to calm himself down.

"Geez, Jeff, what'd you know?" Thad asked.

"Something I should have told him the minute we even thought about dating," Nick mumbled.

"I mean, it is a bit personal for a first date," Jeff said.

Nick looked at him in disbelief. "If I told you, we'd know right away if we were setting ourselves up for heartbreak."

"How so?"

Nick just looked at him in disbelief until Jeff said something. "Nick, I fell in love with your soul before anything else. Things like that can't change how I feel about you, I'm already in love."

"You and nobody else," Nick said.

"I guarantee you that nobody else in this room would care," Jeff said.

He glanced around at them. "Not taking that risk. But, ah, I'd rather change the game before I'm asked about it."

They agreed. "Oh! So there's this game we played back at my old school, you asked a question and everyone answered it truthfully. Whoever had the best answer, voted on by all the players, got a point. They'd get really personal with the questions, so pretty much the more personal your answer was, the more likely you were to win," Thad explained, chuckling. "God, I haven't played it in years."

"You guys want to play?" Jeff asked them. They all agreed. "Thad, you do the honors."

"Um... Worst memory."

"Sadie Hawkins," Blaine said immediately, not needing further explanation.

"Coming out to my family," Wes said.

"When my dad walked out on us," Hunter answered. "Not because I miss the bastard, but because my mom cried for like a week afterwards and I hate seeing her sad."

"Mine would have to be coming out to my family too," Thad added. "It took a month, an assload of research, and a doctor who specialized in the matter for them to even believe asexuality existed."

Nick nodded. "Mine was coming out to my family as well. My mom used to spend all her time hanging out with me, but when I came out it's like I wasn't the same person anymore. I guess, in a way I wasn't, but I was still the kid who loved their mom. I don't know, I guess she thought I'd hang out with Aaron and Jack and dad more, but it's just different with them."

"Wait... You told your mom you were gay, so she expected you to hang out with the guys of your family more instead of her?" David asked, confused. "Isn't that the opposite of what usually happens?"

Nick's eyes widened. "I- I mean- I don't know what her logic was, I mean, she was clearly wrong anyway."

They raised an eyebrow at his panic, having been thinking the same thing as David, but didn't say anything.

"Okay... Mine's probably when Wes told his family he was gay, because he called me afterwards, and it was the worst phone call of my life," David said.

Jeff chuckled. "Probably my entire life before we figured out I have ADHD. Imagine Picasso painting everything you're looking at and then seeing his paintings in rapid succession, one after the other before you can even comprehend what the first one was. That was life."

They all looked to Sebastian, who hadn't answered yet. He was quiet.

Hunter immediately realized something. "You know, guys, maybe this isn't the best-"

Sebastian cut him off, voice quiet. "Back in France. I was, um, assaulted."

There was a silence. Hunter hadn't heard that before.

"Assaulted?" Jeff asked cautiously. When he didn't clarify, he pressed forwards. "Like, physically, or..."

"Look, I don't want to talk about it," Sebastian said, further proving their suspicions of which it had been.

"Alright, um, voting," Hunter said, changing the subject.

"For the record, I don't quite understand Nick's or Sebastian's, but I'm voting Thad," Wes said.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to say Thad too," Blaine said. "I'm kinda lost on a few of those."

Seeing Sebastian's pleading look, Hunter nodded. "Yeah. Thad."

Jeff did the same with Nick. "I have to say Hunter. I can't stand seeing my mom upset, I can't even imagine that."

"Sebastian," Nick said quietly.

David nodded. "Sebastian."

"Jeff," Sebastian said. He knew what it was like to see the world from a warped point of view.

"Alright, um, two for Sebastian, and three for Thad?" Jeff clarified. They all nodded. "One point to Thad, then."

"Winner thinks of the question," Blaine said, turning to him.

Nobody objected, so he thought of one.

"What physical thing about you are you most embarrassed of? You have to show it. Unless it's, you know," Thad wiggled his eyebrows. A couple people snickered.

Hunter cleared his throat. "Wait, so, um, everyone has to answer these?"

"That's how it's played," Thad confirmed. Hunter glanced over at Sebastian, who looked like he was having an internal debate.

Jeff immediately pointed up to his eyebrows. "Look at these little shits. You can't see them."

They all laughed, and he pouted. "It's not funny. I'm too blonde for my own good."

Blaine ruffled his curly hair. "These unruly curls are the bane of my existence."

Thad leaned over, stretching one out and letting go, watching it spring back into place. "Boing."

They all laughed, and Blaine went red. "What about you, Thad?"

Thad pointed to his eyes. At first they were confused, but then he explained. "My eyelashes. They're short and annoying and get in my eyes constantly."

"Okay, good, because I thought I was going to have to tell you how fucking beautiful your eyes are," Jeff said, breathing an exaggerated sigh of relief.

Hunter showed a scar on his neck. "I got into a fight with my dad. He was trying to train me for the military or whatever, and I was trying to tell him I didn't want to join the military while dodging. He doesn't listen well, I had to literally yell it in his face."

Sebastian frowned, looking at the scar. But he didn't say anything.

David just held up his hands. "My skin. I stick out like a sore thumb, especially in Dalton. It's all rich white kids."

"Seconding that," Wes said, wrinkling his nose. "Let me guess... At Dalton, Asian... You must be a Montgomery," he said in an impression of Draco Malfoy, causing them to laugh.

"Okay, I know Draco's a little bitch, but you don't refuse a handshake," Blaine said. "It's a universal greeting, you just don't refuse it."

"To be fair, Harry was raised in an abusive family and grew up in a cupboard," Wes pointed out.

"Still, he should know better. And what do you mean, abusive?"

"They starved him, they forced him to sleep in a cupboard, they called him a freak his whole life and beat him down- I mean, seriously, is it not obvious?"

"They didn't hit him, though."

"They don't have to hit him to be abusive. There's many other ways."

"How is calling him a freak abuse?"

"All the names they called him and how much they beat him down with words, that's verbal abuse."

"I still don't see-"

"What about you, Sebastian?" David asked, short-circuiting the argument before the amount of geek exploded the room. Hunter mentally cursed, trying to think of some way to get him out of it.

Sebastian paused. "Can I just show one? I mean, a lot of things are tied for worst, and we'd be here for a while if I did them all." He bit his lip. "I mean, I kinda can show multiple at once, but it's just... I'd rather not."

Hunter paused. He knew Sebastian had a lot of scars from his parents, but he thought he was most insecure about his hips.

Jeff nodded. "Yeah, just one works."

Hesitating, Sebastian pulled up his injured leg's knee to his chest, keeping one hand on his leg so it didn't fall back down. He used the other to roll up his pant leg, stopping it about mid-calf. Then he moved his hand, showing them what it was.

"Oh my god," Hunter murmured, running his thumb over the scar. It was terrible.

They were all speechless. As awful as Nick felt for him, he couldn't help but feel relieved for the distraction. Hopefully they'd forget he hadn't gone.

"How- how did you get that?" Blaine asked hoarsely.

Sebastian swallowed, looking down at the scar. The word was still there, clear as ever. Faggot.

"If I tell you guys how I got it, I'm going to have to explain a lot more. A lot of... I don't know what to call them."

"A lot of really dark things that you wouldn't expect," Hunter supplied.

Sebastian looked over at him. "Is it that dark?"

"It's really fucking dark."

"Okay, a lot of really dark things that you wouldn't expect, and they can't leave this room. I just- if I tell you, we're never speaking about it again. You're not doing anything differently, I'm still the same person. It just- I'm going to say it, you're not going to say anything, and we're going to pretend it never happened."

They all agreed, nodding.

Sebastian took a deep breath. He hoped they wouldn't agree to that. "Okay. You all know I used to live in Paris, and you know I never talk about my parents. My mother's dead now, but they were both in jail. My father's still there. Um, they never liked me much. I didn't fit their definition of a proper Smythe. And when I was born, there was a... I don't know what to call it-"

"A birthmark, I think," Hunter said quietly.

"A birthmark," Sebastian repeated, "on my hips. You know, they thought it'd fade. It never did. It, I don't know, expanded. And they blame me for not getting rid of it. That's a major reason they hated me, and me being gay did not help. This is actually," he gestured to his ankle, "this is from my father."

He was going to continue, but a gasp ran through the room and he winced.

"But it wasn't just him. I don't know, my mother was more hitting and kicking, my father was more into knives, burning, whipping, that stuff-"

"I'm sorry, whipping?" Jeff repeated, sounding like he'd seen a ghost. Sebastian winced again, not responding.

"Anyway, they eventually got caught, and I moved here with my uncle. He's not like them. I don't know, when they heard I was from Paris they started musing about me, starting all those rumors, and I didn't exactly discourage them. I mean, I didn't want them to know the truth. I was hated back in Paris, I was an outcast. And, um, there was some other stuff, but that's the short version."

He couldn't handle it. He'd just told them all that. They were going to hate him.

The thought brought tears to his eyes. He stood up, trying not to bring attention to them. "I- I'm sorry, I'm going to-"

He didn't finish the thought, leaving the room.