Disclaimer: You like it when I remind that Glee is not mine because otherwise I wouldn't have so much trouble to pay my taxes eh! You are a bunch of sadists! Don't care; because Carla, Karl, Chloe, Lucía, Carlos, Cheeky, Frisbee and Sarah, they don't bring a bean but they are mine only mine (OK, a bit to Porcelain too for some). And the café opposite the hospital with his waitress, the house of Sebastian, Sarah's apartment and Westerville Park, that is my own too.

I am strongly requested for THE comment that ended the last chapter (here and / or on twitter, nobody has asked anything on tumblr, but it must be because I have Not got an account), so I'm here to satisfy my readers ... But not today, because I don't want to.

The Scandals was rather calm for a Friday night. Okay, the fact that it was barely 10pm probably explained that.

"A whiskey please " ordered the teenager to the bartender.

"Bad day?" asked a voice to his right.

"Try bad weeks instead." He replied without looking up from his glass.

He took a sip of his whiskey, letting it slowly sink into his throat, burning. He felt a hand on his thigh; he looked up at his neighbor.

"Carlos, what ...?"

"I can help you to forget that if you want."

He put his hand on Carlos' to push it gently.

"Not tonight, thank you."

"Why? You hope to do better than me tonight? Look around you kid."

"I'm not in the mood, that's all." He blurted as he drank another sip.

"I don't want to force you, but frankly, you have the face of those who do not need anything else."

"Yeah, well sorry; you're not going to fuck me against a wall in the bathroom tonight."

"This is not what I was suggesting."

"And I'm not gonna suck you off between two cars in the parking lot either."

"Hey, calm down! My apartment is not far away and I won't get you to do anything you don't want to."

He looked at his watch; it was hardly 10:30pm. He had not given a time, but his appointment would surely do not come so soon. And he was nervous, very nervous.

"If you want, we'll simply talk, but you really need to relax. And not like this." Carlos added, pointing to his glass.

The boy emptied his glass at a gulp, rose, began to move toward the exit, and then turned to Carlos.

"Shall we go? I don't have the whole night either!"

"I don't want to make you miss your curfew kid." Carlos shot joining him and passing an arm around his waist. "If you'll follow me." He added playfully dragging his conquest out of the club.

Five minutes later they were at the door of Carlos' apartment. He dragged the boy to his living room and they sat on the couch. They kissed a little lazily and Carlos' hands became wandering. They scoured the belly and thighs of the young man beside him. Carlos seemed to remember that he had suggested that this may be nothing more than a discussion. He removed his lips from those of the adolescent but continued to trace his hand along his thigh, approaching increasingly his crotch.

"You wanna talk?"

The other didn't answer, his eyes closed. Carlos slowly unbuttoned the jeans of the young man and slid a hand inside while nibbling at his ear.

"We stop if you want. Tell me. "

He was answered only by a shake of the head from side to side so he continued to stroke his young lover through his boxers while perusing his neck with little tongue strokes.

Carlos liked it. The sighs that he snatched from the young man, feeling that cock harden under his fingers, this hot body vibrating under his caresses. It gave him a sense of power, especially that day. The feeling of winning an inaccessible trophy in a boy who didn't let himself approached so close by the first guy around.

He slipped his hand into the underwear that still separated him from the object of his lust. He ran his fingers down the young man's dick, taking time to appreciate the length, the thickness, all of the contours. He lowered the underwear to have a better access to the blown member that he encircled with his hand. He smiled at the moan that escaped from the lips of the young man. He masturbated him a few moments while sliding his tongue behind his ear.

He released the other boy's cock just the time to lean toward the cabinet drawer next to the couch and take a condom. Even before the young man had realized it, Carlos had taken his sex in hand again, accentuating a little the pressure of his fingers. In an expert hand, he unfolded the condom from its packaging and unrolled it quickly on the prick between his fingers.

Without wasting an instant he leaned forward and took the entire length of his lover between his lips. He smiled around the hot member feeling the body of his conquest arch and hearing the groan that escaped his throat. He started a coming and going but after only a few back and forth, he felt pulsing between his lips, a hoarse cry filling his ears.

He withdrew; a look at him confirmed that the other had come. He removed the condom and threw it in a trash not far from there.

"That was fast, to believe that this was the first time you were being sucked." Carlos said, laughing.

The other opened his eyes and stood up as if he had received an electric shock. He put up his underwear, buttoned up his jeans.

"Uh, I have to go. Uh ... We keep in touch."

He grabbed his jacket and disappeared as quickly as if he had seen a ghost.

At midnight, Sebastian entered the Scandals and gave a circular glance. A smile spread on his lips when he spotted Dave sat at the bar with a half empty glass. He walked over toward him without hesitation.

"Hey, Karofsky, you came?" He shouted as he sat down next to Dave and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Looks like so since you have your hand on my shoulder." Dave replied, gloomily.

"You don't seem to be fine."

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." He answered somewhat aggressive.

David emptied his glass and beckoned to the bartender.

"Another." He said, raising his glass," and give what he wants to... thingy there beside me, it's on Me." he added pointing Sebastian.

"How many did he drink?" the Warbler asked to the bartender.

"I stopped counting half an hour ago."

"And you stopped the count at how many?" He asked after an annoyed sigh.

"I dunno, a dozen. Plus the one he has been drinking before leaving with Carlos. First time I ever saw one come back here after, he certainly didn't get enough. That is a case for you."

"Classy Marvin; can't deny it. And you questioned how he would go home after that?"

"All right Sebastian, I'm not his nanny; I'm a bartender."

"Fine, Marvin. Go serve your other clients, I'll bring him home."

"Hey, I shall point that I'm here, and I won't leave right now. Marvin, I'm still waiting for my drink."

"Pay me already the ones you drunk."

Dave pulled his wallet out of his pocket to take a bill he placed on the bar. A crumpled piece of paper fell out; Sebastian picked it up and slipped it into his pocket absentmindedly.

"Here, give me that drink now."

"Oh, no, no, no, store closes, we're going home, come on here. Goodbye Marvin. "

Sebastian put Dave's arm around his shoulders to help him get up.

"Hey, I'm not an easy guy Smythe, leave me alone."

"Don't worry; I don't do it with a guy who won't remember in the morning because he had drunk too much."

"I wanna stay, I must find friends."

"OK. We'll find you some another time. And elsewhere. These are not friends we find here. "

"I've found you here although."

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Sebastian muttered. "Go, climb in." He added as he opened the door of his car.

He sat behind the wheel while the other teenager sat on the passenger seat and started to fall asleep. Sebastian sighed and leaned to fasten his friend's seatbelt.

"Where do you live?"

"Westerville."

"Do tell!"

A snore answered him, he sighed heavily.

"Well, then, I'll bring you to my house."

The trip was spent almost silently; hardly disturbed by Sebastian quietly humming a few tunes he had to repeat for the next performance of the Warblers in a nursing home.

Two hours later, he parked the car in the large driveway that led to the house. He glanced at his passenger, wondering how to make him reach one of the rooms or at least the couch, because he didn't see himself at all lift Dave and carry him up there as if he was a child.

He sighed again, left the car and walked around to open the passenger door.

"Well, you should wake up now." He said, shaking gently the sleeping boy.

"Oh no, I still have slumber."

"Just a slight effort and you will have the whole night in a real bed."

Sebastian put an arm around Dave's waist and helped him out of the car and into the house. Never before had he found the stairs leading to the first floor so high without having drunk a drop of alcohol in the evening.

They somehow ended up to his room and he almost dropped his burden on the bed.

He went to his closet and considered a pile of t-shirts of different colors on the bottom shelf. He went through the labels to find what he was looking for.

"XL, this should do the trick."

He pulled the shirt from the pile and unfolded it. He winced when he saw the pattern but tiredness was starting to take him and he didn't want to dwell on these details. He cast a new look to his bed.

"You're not going to help me at all huh?"

Of course, he received no reply. Dave had fallen asleep again. He sighed again and sat on the edge of the bed. He rolled Dave on his back and unbuttoned his wide shirt.

"You shouldn't hide your muscles under clothing as wide, you let believe you're fatter than you really are."

At the price of contortions, he managed to remove his clothes to Dave, leaving only his boxers and put on him the shirt which hugged his muscled torso. Sebastian gave up the idea of moving the football player from his room; he pulled as best he could a part of the comforter over him.

He went to seek a glass of water in the kitchen, set it on the night stand with a bottle of aspirin. On a piece of paper, he scribbled: You'll probably need this in the morning. He placed it next to the glass and went to sleep in one of the many guest rooms.

Trying to sleep was more accurate moreover.