AN: Hello Guys! This is a start of a three chapter story. I hope you guys love it! :)

Its fluffy, cute and has Sebofsky as the main pairing... What more can you ask for?! Lol ;)

I wanted to try something different and cute this time than to what I usually write.

This was supposed to be a one shot but I decided to split it into three parts. This is just a introduction.

Its completely AU. Dave is in college and out and proud. Sebastian is artsy and nerdy with glasses.

I just came up with this idea a few days ago. So I hope its good? If it ends abruptly- thats intentional and done on purpose. You will see why next chapter. :)

OK- All I wanted to say. Please review. Please be kind. It helps me out. Thank you! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

There's that little bit of time, that exquisite moment, that many Central Ohioans wake up to. It only happens for such a short amount of time every year that many people in the Midwest forget about it. And why wouldn't they? Life can get in the way, you know.

That moment is when you wake up and there's a chill in the air. It's only for an hour or two and maybe you see just a little bit of frost that covers the ground. As the sun rises, it soon becomes comfortable and the entire day is just how you want it to be – sunny, relaxed, sweet. It's tragic that many people don't notice this.

But Dave did. Dave even brought it up to his fellow Democrat friend. They were walking in the mid-morning sunshine of the Oval at Ohio State University, both enjoying the perfect weather in Winter Semester, and doing their job.

They were currently working (or volunteering, a thought that Dave's friend joked with him about) for the Ohio Democratic Party, posting flyers for LGBTQ rights in the state. Sure, they covered their bases with online petitions, social media alerts, and even word of mouth.

But sometimes, those overused utility poles strung all over campus were still read by conscious-ready students, poised to begin their social and political lives. So, this is where Dave and his buddy were. The enormous former jock carried cute, little pink flyers and a powerful staple gun. The poles were the victims that day as they walked around the Oval, posting announcements for the next political action.

Dave's friend noted that they could cut across the Oval and make better progress and Dave agreed. So, the two of them, armed and ready, took on the day with their agenda. Dave found himself looking into the sunshine, closing his eyes as he walked, letting the light and heat warm him even further.

Students milled around them. Some read electronic devices, others played Hackey Sack, while others used the old fashioned method of reading actual books. Artists, musicians, fraternity boys, fastwalking professors, and the like were all around them. And why not, when the weather is so fantastic?

As they crossed, something perked in Dave's mind that struck him as peculiar. A student was standing on a chair, painting on a canvas. The boy was skinny (and Dave wouldn't admit at the time that he DID look good from behind!), pale, and his blonde hair shone in the sun. But that's not what made Dave suddenly aware.

It was that chair. The chair wobbled.

He found himself gravitating towards him, for no apparent reason at all.

And that's when it happened.

The chair gave way and the kid was falling!

Dave was so close to him that he cushioned most of the blow to the ground.

"Hey! Hey kid!" Dave worriedly said. "Are you alright?"

The young artist turned on his back on the ground, Dave hovering above him. The kid's eyes weren't focused and he couldn't understand what he was seeing. When his head rolled to the left, he saw a big, supportive, NON-THREATENING arm over him. And when he rolled it to the right, he saw things that still didn't make sense. A worried face, some loose pink flyers flying away in the breeze, a gentle wobbling on his arm.

Gradually, the boy could focus and he put his hand over his eyes to shield from the mid-morning sun. Again, that voice over him asked if he was OK and his hand left his head and landed on this arm – this strong, protective arm that was nearby and he couldn't understand it.

The young artist blinked as Dave watched. He blinked again. And again. And finally, after quickly removing his hand from the burly arm, he began to sit up.

That was a bad idea. He immediately got woozy and propped himself on the ground for support. When he looked down to his hand, he found his near a much bigger one and turned once again to look up. That's when he saw Dave.

"Wha…?" the artist mumbled, "Wha….? Happ….? Wha….?"

"Breathe, kid." Dave soothingly said. And when the boy took in a deep breath, rich with early Spring blossoms and purity, his head began to clarify and he could focus much better.

"You OK, now?" Dave asked, backing up a little. "You seem…"

"I…I think I'm OK."

Very much relieved, Dave stood up and offered a hand. The artist took it and slowly rose to his feet, his hand going back to supporting his head. Dave didn't move. Neither did his concerned friend.

"Wha…? What happened…?"

"I don't know." Dave answered. "You just… I don't know. That chair you were on wobbled and then it got worse and then you fell and then I think I helped you not hit the ground so hard and I don't know if I made it worse or that I could-"

The artist tuned the rambling guy out of his mind. His eyes made a quick stock of his inventory and that's when he discovered the root of the problem.

The paint.

The fucking paint.

The fucking SPRAY paint.

"I can't believe this." The boy said, finally stopping the bigger boy's tirade. "I can't fucking believe this."

Dave watched, baffled. The artist grabbed the spray paint cans and shook his head.

"Oh, I see." Dave began. "Yeah, even in the open air, noxious fumes can-"

"I know that." The artist snapped. "I just…didn't think it would happen."

"But," the nervous jock began, "you're OK, now?"

The boy turned around and eyed the enormous guy with a less critical eye suddenly and almost seemed…something. Something else. Something…elusive.

"Yes," he confidently began, "I am. Thank you very much." And then, he extended a hand. "Thank you again." Dave eagerly shook it, smiling a little. "My name is Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe."

"Dave. Dave Karofsky." Dave still continued to smile.

Sebastian smiled wider, still embarrassed that he FAINTED in front of people. A LARGE group of people at that! And ESPECIALLY in front of this cute guy that saved him from being a pancake on the ground.

Damn that SPRAY PAINT! Last time I buy that cheap stuff! Sebastian thought.

For a moment he wanted to crawl into a hole and die but Dave's smile and softened features reassured Sebastian that everything REALLY was OK and nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. After all it happens to a lot of people. Doesn't it?

Sebastian snapped out of his embarrassment and looked into those BEAUTIFUL hazel eyes as Dave couldn't stop staring back at Sebastian. Neither said a word, letting the comfortable silence sweep them away.

Feeling incredibly awkward and uncomfortable neither noticed Dave's friend leave, giving the two a chance to talk alone. Not they would notice were in there own little world and liked it that way.

That introduction right there alone was the start of something NEW and EXCITING for one Sebastian Smythe and Dave Karofsky. This once in a lifetime by chance meeting was a start that both needed. Neither one would know what had hit them just yet. But soon they would.

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AN What did you think? Did you enjoy? :) More to come next chapter soon... I'll try to post the second chapter soon...Thank you all! Have a Nice Day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3