Hello there! Thanks for stopping by and reading my fanfic. The pairing is Dave/Sebastian, so if you don't like, then don't read.

This does have spoilers! So if you haven't watched "On My Way", I would not suggest reading.

Currently I am planning to make this a multi-chapter story, and I will update depending on feedback, and time I have to write.

All right, I think that's it. Thanks for reading! All feedback is appreciated.

Sebastian drummed his fingers on the table. His cell phone was inches away from his hand, but he couldn't bring himself to make the call he needed to. After what seemed like hours of inner debate, the young Warbler gave in, and picked up his phone. Sebastian looked through the contacts, and stopped as soon as he reached the name of the person he intended to call. He sighed, and pressed the call button, slowly bringing the phone up to his ear.

After about three rings a familiar voice was heard at the end of the other line, but not the one Sebastian was hoping for.

"What do you want?"

"Hello to you too, Kurt."

"Why are you calling?" Sebastian could hear the irritation in the other boy's voice.

"Well, I was hoping I could speak to Blaine, but I got you instead. Where is he anyway? And why are you answering his phone calls? Isn't that frowned upon by most people? We wouldn't want to turn into one of those nosy boyfriends, now would we, Kurt?" Sebastian grinned to himself as he heard Kurt scoff on the other end of the call.

"You are such an asshole."

"Aw, thank you. Now how about you let me talk to that pretty little boyfriend of yours?"

Sebastian's smirk vanished from his face when he heard the other line go dead.

Kurt had hung up.

The Warbler rolled his eyes, and called Blaine's cell phone once again.

Of course, Kurt answered yet again, "You know, usually when someone hangs up on you, it means they don't want to talk to you anymore."

Sebastian chuckled, "Sorry, doesn't happen to me very often."

"Sebastian if you're just going to keep being a douche bag then I will hang up, and I'll block your number, so quit it."

"Oh, boo, you're no fun."

"Can you just tell me why you called?" Kurt was getting impatient, and Sebastian took this as a signal to not make any more snide comments.

"I need to talk to Blaine."

"And I said he's not here right now."

"Fine, whatever," Sebastian decided he had no choice but to talk to Kurt. Besides he probably had the information he needed, "Do you know the name of the hospital Karofsky is in?"

The other end of the phone was completely silent, and for a moment Sebastian thought that Kurt had hung up again.

"Hello? Kurt?"

Kurt let out a deep breath, "What do you want with him, Sebastian?"

"I don't think that's any of your business."

"I don't care, you're going to tell me."

"Or what?"

Kurt shrugged, "I won't give you the name of the hospital."

The Warbler gave a deep sigh, and muttered, "I just need to talk to him, all right?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said I need to talk to him."

Kurt hesitated for a minute before giving in, "Fine, fine. Grab a pen."

Sebastian reached towards a journal that was lying on his table, and grabbed a pen. Kurt gave him the address and name of the hospital at which Karofsky was staying, and after writing it down Sebastian tore it out of the notebook, and stuffed it into the pocket of his Dalton blazer.

"All right, thanks. Tell Blaine I send my love," Sebastian almost hit the end button, but stopped when he heard Kurt telling him to wait.

"What?" asked Sebastian.

"Can you promise me something? Please?"

Sebastian sighed, "What is it?"

"Try not to be an asshole when you go see Karofsky. Keep your flirting, and clever remarks to yourself, please. The guy's been through a lot. Just… just don't mess with him, all right?"

"Come on, Kurt, I'm not that cruel."

"Really? That's extremely hard to believe."

Sebastian chuckled, "Bye, Kurt."

xxx.

Sebastian nervously paced around the flower shop. He walked around the shop about five times, scanning the same flowers over and over again. Honestly he didn't know what he was doing. What kind of flowers were you supposed to get someone who was in the hospital? The Warbler had never bought anyone flowers before, and was about to leave for the hospital empty-handed, but he felt it would be the decent thing to do.

Sebastian was about to leave the store, feeling defeated, when a medium sized basket filled with purple and yellow flowers caught his eye. He smiled to himself as he picked it up and carried it towards the cashier.

"Perfect," he said to himself in satisfaction.

Sebastian set the basket on the counter, and reached for his wallet.

"These for someone special?" asked the lady at the counter.

"Uh, sort of, I guess."

The lady smiled. She was a woman who seemed to be in her mid-fifties, and was rather petite. Her name tag read, "Glenda". She had short blonde hair, and kind brown eyes.

Glenda smiled at Sebastian, "That'll be forty-two dollars and fifty-three cents."

Sebastian counted a couple bills, and handed them to her. He grabbed the basket, and gave the lady a small grin, "Keep the change."

xxx.

Dave was lying in his hospital bed fast asleep. Kurt had just come by to see how he was doing, and Dave was pretty worn out. However, there was a soft knock at the door, and it was enough to wake up the football player.

The door swung open, and Dave was shocked to see Sebastian standing in the doorway with a basket of flowers in his arms.

"Hey, Dave," Sebastian said, flashing Karofsky his million dollar smile.

Dave sat up, and stared at his lap, muttering a quiet, "Hey."

"I, uh, brought you these. Hope you like them," Sebastian said, placing the basket of flowers on the table where everyone else had placed their gifts.

"Thanks."

The Warbler awkwardly stood by Dave's bed, rocking back and forth on his feet. He looked around the small room, and eventually rested his eyes on Karofsky.

"So how are you doing?"

"Not too great, obviously," Dave said, looking up, and meeting Sebastian's eyes.

"Right. Sorry, stupid question," Sebastian gave a nervous chuckle, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Are you feeling all right?" asked Dave. The Warbler wasn't acting as suave and collected as he usually did. It was very unusual.

"Me? Yeah, I'm okay," Sebastian spotted the chair that was placed along the bed's side, and took a seat.

"You're not acting very… Sebastian-ish."

The Warbler couldn't help but laugh, "Sebastian-ish? Really?"

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah," Sebastian smiled, "So do you get to go home any time soon?"

Dave nodded, "Tomorrow, actually."

"That's great."

"Yeah."

Silence fell among both boys, and neither said anything. Dave was intently staring at his lap, and Sebastian was drumming his fingers against his thigh. At one point Dave looked up from his lap, and found that Sebastian was staring right at him. The Warbler quickly averted his gaze, as a light blush had just begun to creep onto his cheeks.

He stared down at his shoes, and searched for something to say.

"So, uh," Sebastian cleared his throat, "Dave."

"Yeah?" muttered Karofsky in response.

"I just wanted to apologize, for what I said the other day at Scandals," Sebastian licked his lips, and sighed, "It's just that, I'm kind of an asshole-"

Dave laughed, "Kind of?"

Sebastian smiled, "Shut up. Anyway, I know I'm an asshole, and sometimes I say things without thinking, or realizing how hurtful what I say is, but I really hope you didn't take my comment seriously. You're a good guy, Dave. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"You know, Sebastian, I accept your apology and everything, but you don't have to lie, and compliment me. I forgive you, but I don't want you to pity me."

"What are you talking about? I meant every word of what I just did."

Karofsky let out a deep breath, "Yeah, okay. Sure."

The boys were quiet once again, and Sebastian checked his watch. He hadn't been there long, but he felt the situation was turning very awkward, very quickly. He decided it'd be best if he headed home. The Warbler stood from his seat, and walked over to Dave, sitting along the side of the bed.

"I should get going. It's a long drive home, and all."

Dave stared forward, and simply nodded.

"Listen, Dave. I was wondering if you'd want to hang out this weekend? I think you deserve a nice day out after all you've been through. I'd like to take you out. Go somewhere fun, you know? No gay clubs or anything like that, just a nice, normal date."

Dave looked at Sebastian, searching for any trace of a lie in his eyes, but the Warbler was being completely serious. Dave couldn't help but feel a bit shocked.

"Okay, Sebastian, the "nice guy" act is getting kind of creepy. You can stop now."

"It's not an act."

Dave sighed, "All right then, where is the sudden interest in me coming from?"

"Would you believe me if I said I've had a small crush on you?"

Dave erupted with laughter, and there were tears forming in his eyes, "Oh, God. You can't be serious."

The Warbler frowned, "Fine, don't go out with me."

"I didn't say I didn't want to go out with you."

There was a flicker of hope in Sebastian's eyes, "So is that a yes?"

"It's a maybe."

"How can I get a definite yes?" Sebastian asked.

"I don't know. Surprise me."

The Warbler grinned, and moved closer to Dave. Sebastian pressed his lips against the football player's cheek, lingering for a couple seconds, before moving his mouth to Dave's ear.

"How's that?" Sebastian whispered.

Karofsky said nothing, still shocked by the gesture, as a faint tint of red spread across his face.

Sebastian gave Dave the trademark smirk, and patted his hand, "Great. I'll see you on Saturday."