Sebofsky drabbles 2

It was Thanksgiving break and all the guys-Puck, Sebastian, David, Jeff, Nick and Hunter- were spending the day together. It wasn't too chilly and was a perfect day for playing football, one of the sports all the guys knew how to play. Usually Sebastian was all about making their scrimmages a mock McKinley versus Dalton battle. Whenever they got together, he was the one who initiated the games. Even if it was just a board game he was determined to beat everyone. He had a drive to win. It was simply in his nature to win.

Today, however, had been much different. Sebastian was quiet, and kept to himself, as if he was in his own little world.

"Babe, are you ready to play?" Dave asked him.

Sebastian looked up at him with a confused look.

"We're going to play football, three on three. Me, Puckerman, and Jeff against you, Nick, and Hunter."

"Oh, right. No, I don't want to play."

This time it was Dave who wore an expression of confusion. "Excuse me?"

"I said I don't want to play." Sebastian said adamantly.

"Who the hell are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?"

"Excuse you? Just because I don't want to play doesn't mean anything."

"Bas, you're not being your usual self. You're always the first one to trash talk and make it more than a fun game."

"So you're saying that I'm some kind of asshole that ruins your fun?" Sebastian asked, clearly offended.

"No! That's not what I meant. You are just so competitive that this is completely unlike you." Dave explained.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm just not in the fucking mood to play!" He exclaimed and stormed off into the house.

Dave was more than a little peeved that his boyfriend had reacted so strongly when he was just showing concern for the fact that his boyfriend wasn't being his usual self. Dave continued to play, but his mind wasn't in the game. His melancholic disposition brought the other boys down. They ended the game. Once the others left, Dave went inside.

When he entered, Sebastian was in the living room pacing and muttering to himself in French. Dave sighed, knowing that this was only something that his boyfriend did when he was extremely upset.

Dave placed a hand on Sebastian's shoulder. "Bas, what's wrong?"

Sebastian stopped pacing, but was silent for a long period of time. "I think I'm pregnant." He mumbled, looking at the ground.

"What was that? I couldn't understand you."

Sebastian turned around and looked Dave in the eyes. "I think I'm pregnant." He repeated.

Dave's eyes widened, but he was quiet. "Have you taken a test?" He asked finally.

Sebastian shook his head. "No. I haven't. Dave, I'm scared. We can't take care of a baby." He said, his voice breaking.

Dave pulled him into his arms and cupped Sebastian's face. "Listen to me, we can do this, okay? We can do anything." He tried to reassure the other, even though he didn't believe himself.

Sebastian nodded a little bit.

After their conversation, Dave went to the nearest drugstore and picked up a few tests. They were currently in the bathroom waiting for the results. The five minutes they waited were the longest in their entire lives.

When the timer went off, Sebastian picked up the test. He started trembling as he cried. Dave took the test from him before enveloping Sebastian in his arms. He kissed his hair and rubbed his back.

"We will do this, I promise." Dave whisper before carrying Sebastian to the bed.

Sebastian ended up crying himself to sleep, snuggled in Dave's arms.