Author's note: This is something I'm working on with my bestie (actresswithoutastage on here). I mentioned wanting Sebastian and Dave to get together and she demanded I write the story as she had too many stories going at the moment (you should go check out her Glee stuff). So we brainstormed some stuff together and I wrote out an outline and the first chapter and sent this to her to look over. She fixed some things for me and now we have this.

Please feel free to review and let me know what you think. And go over to read Lacey's stuff, it's good!

Happy reading!

Give All My Secrets Away

A Karythe Glee fic

By Danielle Cheri

Chapter One

Sebastian tried on yet another shirt. Did he feel like making his eyes pop tonight or just blending in? Was this a night to get lucky or just watch others making their moves while he got drunk? He was really in the mood for some action, but did he want to appear sweet (as he really wasn't) or a douche (which actually turned a lot of guys on). He knew the last from experience.

He chose a lavender one and looked in the mirror with an obviously feigned sweet expression. He gave himself that snide grin. "Yeah, I look good."

Sebastian walked over to the radio and turned it up. He danced around and sang along to Lady Gaga to loosen himself up.

I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.

He danced all over the room, even keeping perfect time with the rap part of the song. By the time the song was over, he was panting. He collapsed on his bed. Yeah, he was ready for tonight.

He'd charm some guy out of his pants for a little fun in the alley. It would be easy. He'd at least make out with someone. He laughed and gathered his coat. He checked his wallet for his fake ID.

He walked down the stairs and right into his father.

"It's a week night, Sebastian." Laird Smythe said a little tired.

"I won't be out late." The boy said sarcastically. They both knew that wasn't true.

"You won't go out at all. Have you done all your homework?"

"Since when do you care?"

"Don't you start, Sebastian. I care."

"Bullshit!" he spat. "You never even go to the conferences unless I'm in trouble. You don't give a damn what I do normally. Do you have a woman coming over you want to show off? Or your boss? Do you want to pretend we're a happy family like every other time?"

"Don't you take that tone with me, son. Go back up stairs. You're not going out tonight."

"I will if I want to. You gave me that big, fancy car to get me out of your hair. I know you can't stand the sight of me half the time because I look so much like Mom. So get off your fucking high horse. You don't care no matter the situation."

Laird raised his hand and slapped him across the face. "You don't talk to me like that. And you're right; if not for you I'd still have someone who at least pretended to love me." He turned and stormed out of the room.

Sebastian put his hand on his cheek and stared at his father's retreating form. He wasn't hurt by these words anymore. He'd heard them enough these last seventeen years. His mother Esther had died only a few days after his birth from complications. It wasn't very common anymore, but it still happened. And no one ever really told him what happened. All he ever heard was that it was his fault for existing.

He turned and walked out the door. He threw himself into the driver's seat of his beautiful cherry red Lamborghini Reventón. It was his second car. He'd wrecked the first not long before Christmas. That had been a Ferrari 458 Italia. It had been cheap by Sebastian's estimation. And silver. He hated silver cars. Laird had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday and he complained about it from the moment he walked out to the garage to look at it. His father told him he had better like it.

"It's a gift. Be glad I even got you one. I need you to go away sometimes. Eight hours at school isn't enough." Then he stormed out of the garage, leaving the boy to stand there feeling torn.

From then on, he'd driven it recklessly until the crash finally happened. He was lucky he hadn't killed himself when the Italia wrapped around the tree. The car was totaled and he'd only gotten a minor head injury.

Laird was furious.

Sebastian demanded a new car. He threatened to just use his father's credit and buy a car on his own.

Finally Laird gave in and purchased the most expensive car he could get a hold of: a Lamborghini Reventón. He had indulged his son because he was tired of having him around the house. It might be rather large, but it seemed like a shack when he knew his son was there.

Sebastian thought about his father's hurtful words as he drove. Of course his mother had loved his father. Esther Smythe had lived for her husband when they were younger, from what everyone had said. And when she died, it tore him to pieces because he had loved her just as much.

He had become an angry man and it only increased as Sebastian had gotten older and started to look more and more like his beloved Esther. There weren't even any pictures of her in the parts of the house that he used. He had a few hidden away that he pulled out to put on display when he knew he was going to have guests.

Sebastian had never felt the love of his father. He felt it even less, when in a time of trying to be open with him, he had revealed he was gay. Laird threw a fit and told him he was lying and just hadn't found the right girl yet. She'd come along. And if he ever found out about any liaisons with boys, Sebastian would be disowned.

Of course those were just meaningless threats. Sebastian had many 'liaisons" with boys. Boys that used him for their own pleasure and then thrown him away. Boys had hit him and humiliated him all in the name of a single orgasm.

But one day he hit back. And it was the most sickening feeling he'd ever experienced. The words were cruel enough, but he was used to using them. Hitting never was a part of it.

As he pulled into the parking lot of Scandals, he felt like a lot of vodka and maybe some heavy groping to blow off some steam.

"Not many people tonight." He mumbled. "Whatever. I need a drink."

Sebastian locked his car and ambled up to the door. He showed his fake ID. They didn't even look at it much anymore. He'd been there enough to have seen all the bouncers.

He handed over his cover charge and walked in. He sat down at the bar and ordered a vodka and coke. Time to get drunk. He thought as he looked around the empty bar.