so the universe has been against me and that's why it took so long to get this chapter done, and uploaded but i finally did it! so i hope you guys enjoy! c:
(we're almost to the double digits! yay!)
Dave had let him go. He knew he should've gone after him, made him stay. After their last argument, Dave was afraid of what Sebastian might do. As he paced around his room, Dave really hoped he would not get another call from Kurt telling him that Sebastian was drunk and needed to be picked up. Or worse, he would receive no call at all, and spend the whole night worrying about Sebastian. To attempt to put his mind at ease, Dave grabbed his cell phone and quickly sent a text message to the Warbler.
'we need to talk. please -D'
xxx.
The words had tumbled out of Sebastian's mouth before he could stop them. He hadn't meant to walk out on Dave, and completely ruin the evening. And he hadn't meant to make a total fool of himself. But it was too late. He had done those things, and now all he could do was drive home. He was upset, and angry at himself. He'd made a complete fool of himself, and now Dave probably thought that he was jealous of Lady Hummel.
Jealous? Please. He was Sebastian Smythe. Why on Earth would he be jealous of someone like Kurt Hummel?
Yet he was, no matter how much he denied it.
Sebastian sighed as he came to a halt at the stoplight. Maybe he should turn the car around, and apologize to Dave for being such an idiot. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. The light turned green, Sebastian drove forward, but didn't turn around. He couldn't do it. He, then considered calling Dave to clear things up, after seeing the text that the football player had sent him, but immediately rejected the idea. He wasn't ready to deal with the interrogation that he was sure to receive because of his little confession. He'd already embarrassed himself enough for one day.
However, when Sebastian pulled into his driveway and saw his father waiting for him, returning to Dave's house didn't sound like such a bad idea. Having no other choice than to confront his father, Sebastian grabbed his bag, and stepped out of the car.
"Dad," greeted Sebastian with a nod as he walked past his father, and towards the front door.
Mr. Smythe trailed behind him, "That's the best you can do?"
Sebastian handed his bag to Lucero who was immediately at the front of the house when she heard the door open, "God, what more do you want? You don't expect me to hug and kiss you, do you?"
"No, but an explanation to where you have been would do."
"Jeez Dad, I just got here, let me breathe," Sebastian said, making his way to the kitchen.
"Sebastian, we need to talk."
"Okay, just let me get a quick sna-"
"Now."
Sebastian stopped, and closed the refrigerator door. He made his way to where his father was standing, "Okay, fine."
"Sit," commanded Mr. Smythe, gesturing towards the table.
Sebastian sat.
"I got a phone call from Dalton," began Mr. Smythe, "They told me you were absent on Friday, and wanted to know why, but I didn't know what to tell them, because according to my knowledge you should have been at school."
The Warbler shrugged, "Well, I was there-"
"Don't lie to me, Sebastian."
Sebastian sighed, "Okay, okay. I skipped. Whatever. It won't happen again, all right? Jeez."
Mr. Smythe shook his head, giving his son a look of concern, "I'm worried about you."
"Why? God, Dad, I just skipped one day. So I won't get perfect attendance, I frankly don't care."
"This isn't just about Friday."
The Warbler slowly shook his head, "I'm not following."
"Sebastian, you skipped school – something you never do. Then, the next day you disappear to God-knows-where, and you don't even come home. And today, you do the same thing."
"I came home today," said Sebastian, crossing his arms.
"That's not my point-"
"I don't even get why you're so pissed off about this."
"Sebastian, please-"
"No!" the Warbler raised his voice, and stood from his chair, "Yes, I've been away from home for a couple of days, but you never even once bothered to call and ask where I was. I even texted you today, and I got no reply."
"Sebastian, calm down."
"No. You don't have the right to be upset, all right? If you want to know where I am, then you fucking ask, all right? You can't just sit there, and bring up this conversation two days later."
His father was silent.
"I'll be in my room," Sebastian walked away from the table, and made his way to his room, not uttering another word to his father.
The Warbler slammed the door to his bedroom, and made his way to sit on his bed. He let out a staggered breathe, attempting to calm himself down. The night was totally not going his way.
Sebastian fished his cell out of his pocket, and scrolled down his list of contacts, stopping at Dave. He slightly smiled, feeling proud of the smiley-face he had added next to the football player's name a couple days ago. He thought it was a nice touch. Sebastian sighed, and closed the contact list, tossing his phone on the bed. He then slumped back on his pillows, and let out another deep breathe. Rather than lingering on how he had screwed up, he stood up, and made his way into the bathroom where he had a long shower in an attempt to clear his mind, and relax.
xxx.
When Sebastian woke up on Monday morning, his phone was buzzing with four new text messages from none other than Dave Karofsky.
'good morning -D'
'i hope i woke you -D'
'you better be going to school today -D'
'sebastiaaaaaan -D'
The Warbler slightly smiled as he typed a quick reply to Dave, 'I'm up, I'm up. Jeez. -SS'
'oh. good. hi -D'
'Hi. -SS'
'did you sleep well? -D'
'Yeah, I guess. -SS'
'good -D'
'Mhm. -SS'
'so, about last night… -D'
Sebastian frowned, 'What about it? -SS'
'did you mean what you said? -D'
'About? -SS'
'kurt -D'
'I dunno. -SS'
'sebastian, we need to talk about what you said -D'
'I don't think so. -SS'
'come on. don't do this again -D'
'What exactly? -SS'
'you know! refusing to talk about your feelings, and what not -D'
'I don't know what you're talking about. -SS'
'sebastian, please. let's talk about this. after school - the lima bean? -D'
'I have to get ready for school. Bye. -SS' The Warbler silenced his phone, and tossed it on the bed before going into the bathroom.
'sebastian. please -D'
'i'll be there. it's up to you whether you go or not -D'
xxx.
It was Thursday. Almost a week had gone by since Sebastian and Dave had had a conversation. For Sebastian, the week had been going painfully slow, and he could barely concentrate in school. He was out of it in Warbler practice, and he had even bombed a huge test he'd had in Chemistry. Dave's week wasn't going any better. Along with the bullying that refused to cease, his mind was preoccupied by the Warbler, and what he was doing. Dave wondered why he kept ignoring his calls and texts, and he couldn't even visit Sebastian at his home, because he didn't know where the Warbler lived.
Sebastian had felt like a total jerk when he didn't show up to the Lima Bean like Dave had asked him to. But what if he had gone? What then? What if he had gone, and said more idiotic things? The situation would no doubt get worse between Dave and Sebastian. So he stood him up. Felt like a complete asshole for it, but hey, whatever, right? Sebastian didn't mean to completely cut Dave out of his life all of a sudden, but he felt he had no choice. Talking to Dave would mean discussing his jealousy towards Kurt Hummel, and that was something Sebastian did not want to deal with. He knew Dave wasn't going to let the situation go anytime soon, so until then, Sebastian was ignoring any contact with the football player. A bit exaggerated, maybe, but Sebastian refused to talk about his feelings before he was ready, because doing that would make the Warbler vulnerable, and an easy target for heartbreak.
Sebastian decided to swing by the Lima Bean after school to grab a coffee. It had been a while since he'd been there, and although he'd rather keep it that way, he couldn't deny that the coffee they made there was his favorite. And besides, he had a craving.
After picking up his order, he made his way to a small table, where he took a seat and decided to get some homework done. Perhaps the coffee would help him concentrate, and he could actually get some schoolwork done this week. He was doing fine, until he glanced up, and saw Kurt and Blaine walk through the front door. Sebastian scowled, and bowed his head, hoping he'd go unnoticed, but he had no such luck, because soon enough Kurt was making his way towards the Warbler, while Blaine stayed behind.
"Hey, I almost didn't recognize you without all the blood coming out of your nose," said Kurt, as he took a seat across Sebastian.
The Warbler looked up, "Where's your boyfriend? I thought you guys couldn't be separated for more than two seconds, or else you both completely cease to function."
"Getting me a coffee. You see, he's a gentleman, unlike someone," said Kurt, giving the Warbler a glare.
Sebastian glanced at Blaine, who was staring towards his table, with a severely worried look on his face. The Warbler gave him a small wave, then returned his attention to Kurt, "Your puppy looks lost, maybe you should go back to him."
Kurt didn't even look back, "He'll be fine. You and I need to talk."
Sebastian sighed, and took a sip of his coffee, "Oh, God, not you too."
"What did you do to David?" asked Kurt.
Sebastian shook his head, "Nothing. Why?"
"I saw him here on Monday. He said you were supposed to meet him here, but you never showed up did you?" Kurt's glare continued, "I sat and chatted with him for a while. He refused to tell me why you two are in this little argument or whatever-"
"Good, because it's none of your business," interrupted the Warbler.
"However, he did tell me that you won't answer his calls or text messages," continued Kurt.
"Kurt, this isn't-"
"No, let me finish. Anyway, we continued to talk for a while, and eventually we said our goodbyes, and he left. I decided to call him the yesterday, just to make sure how he was doing, and he sounded miserable, Sebastian."
The Warbler looked down at his hands, and shook his head, "So?"
"So? Sebastian, the whole reason why David is like this is because of you. I don't know what's going on between the two of you, but you better fix it."
"Why do you even care? I thought you were the one trying to keep me away from him."
"I was. But after spending time with you, David's been the happiest I've seen him in a long time."
"Are you sure that's because of me? Because I'm pretty sure Dave's fucking ecstatic whenever he's around you. It's not because of me."
Kurt furrowed his brows in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, don't act like you don't know," said Sebastian.
"I literally have no idea what you're on about."
"Oh? So you're unaware of the fact that Dave is in love with you?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh, God."
"What?"
"You have got to be kidding me."
Sebastian slammed his textbook shut, and began to pack his things, "I'm out."
"No, wait," said Kurt, placing his hand on top of Sebastian's.
The Warbler glowered, and removed his hand from Kurt's touch, "What?"
"You don't seriously think David is in love with me, do you?"
Sebastian shrugged, "He told me he wasn't, but I know he still is. It's so obvious. I mean, the way he looks at you, and whenever you call him, his voice completely changes. And whenever he talks about you, it's like he can go on forever - aren't those the signs of someone completely head over heels for another person?"
"Sebastian, I knew you were stupid, but I didn't know you were this stupid," said Kurt, as a look of disbelief crossed his face.
Sebastian's jaw clenched, "If you're just going to sit here, and make fun of me-"
"No, listen. God, I really can't believe you're this oblivious."
Sebastian gave him a look.
"Right, sorry. Sebastian, I know David has had his feelings for me in the past, but believe me when I say that he feels differently now."
"But I just told you-"
Kurt lifted his hand, "I know that's what you think, but you're wrong, okay? What I said about David being happier, because of you is true. You may think that he's in love with me, but in reality, it's you he's insane about."
The Warbler shook his head, "I don't believe you."
Kurt sighed, and shrugged, "Okay. Maybe I'm wrong. But I know you really care about him - more than you want to admit," he stood from his seat, "You know what to do."
Sebastian watched as Kurt walked away, and reunited with Blaine. He gave the couple a small wave as they left, letting what Kurt had just said sink in, and proceeded to gather his things.
xxx.
'Are you alone after school tomorrow? -SS'
Dave eyed his cell phone curiously, 'yeah. why? -D'
'I'm coming over. -SS'
'what? why? -D'
'why? -D'
'sebastian? -D'
Eventually Dave gave up on trying to ask the Warbler's motives. The next day, Dave was uneasy all throughout the school day. He re-read the text messages between he and Sebastian for what seemed like a million times. The Warbler decides to ignore him for almost a whole week, and then all of a sudden he texts, and says he's coming over? And on top of that, he doesn't state why. Something was definitely suspicious about the whole thing, and it basically ate at Dave's mind all day. By the end of school, Dave was anxious to get out of the building, and get home.
As soon as Dave got home, he quickly tried to tidy up things around the house. It's not that the place was all that messy, but Dave really just needed something to keep him busy while he waited for Sebastian's arrival.
After about half an hour, Dave felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out, checked the caller ID, and answered the call, "Hi."
"Hi," came the reply from the other line. It was Sebastian. Dave noticed his voice was hoarse.
"Are you okay?" asked the football player.
"I don't think I can come over," the Warbler let out a raspy cough, "I'm kinda sick."
"You sound more than kinda sick."
Sebastian shrugged, "Yeah, well."
"Do you mind if I come over to your house instead?"
"That'd be okay. I could use the company. Being sick is extremely boring," croaked Sebastian.
Dave smiled. Oh, how he had missed the Warbler, "Okay, I'll be over in a few."
Sebastian proceeded to send Dave his address, and in a flash the football player was in his car, and driving down to the Warbler's house.
xxx.
Sebastian, hair sticking up in random places with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, opened the front door of his house to find Dave standing in front of him, with a thermos in his hands, still looking as adorable as ever.
"Hey. Come in," said the Warbler, as he opened the door wider.
Dave stepped through the doorway, and walked into the living room. He looked around, feeling overwhelmed by the size of Sebastian's house, "Nice place you got here."
Sebastian closed the door, and went to stand beside Dave, "Thanks."
"I uh, made you some soup," said the football player, handing the silver thermos to Sebastian, "I thought it would make you feel better."
The Warbler felt his face warm up, more than it already was from his fever, and he smiled, taking the container from Dave, "Thanks," he jutted his head towards the staircase, "Wanna go up to my room?"
Dave nodded, "Sure."
The boys made their way upstairs in an awkward silence, until they reached the second floor, and Sebastian spoke, "Thanks again for coming. I know I should've gone to your house instead, but I literally feel like shit."
"Don't worry about it."
"But really, thanks. You didn't have to come," said Sebastian, stopping in front of the door to his room, "I hope I don't get you sick."
The football player shrugged, "I've got a pretty strong immune system."
Sebastian gave him a feeble smile, and opened the door to his room, "I was about to watch 'Rent', but now that you're here, I think we should talk first."
Dave stopped beside the Warbler's bed, "Yeah, good idea."
Sebastian climbed into bed, and patted the spot beside him, gesturing for Dave to sit with him. The Warbler crossed his legs as he poured a portion of the soup Dave made into the cup that came with the thermos.
"Ah. This is delicious," said Sebastian after taking a sip from the cup, "I think I feel better already."
The football player smiled, "How'd you even get sick in the first place?"
Sebastian shrugged, taking another sip, "I don't know - Dave, remember when I told you that you should come live with me, and cook for me? That offer still stands."
Dave chuckled softly, "I'd put your maid out of a job."
"Well, your soup is much better than hers, I'll tell you that."
"Speaking of your maid, where is she? I was expecting her to open the door, not you."
"I told her to take the day off. No interruptions that way," said Sebastian, pouring himself more soup.
"Oh."
Sebastian placed the thermos on his nightstand, keeping the detachable cup in his hands, and turned towards Dave, "Okay, so let's talk."
"Just like that?" asked Dave.
"Just like that," assured Sebastian, bringing the cup up to his lips, and taking a sip.
Dave gave him a puzzled look, "Sebastian, you've ignored me all week long, and all of a sudden you're willing to just call me over and talk about what happened?"
"It's what you want, isn't it?"
"Well, I guess, I'm just - I dunno, I guess I'm just a bit confused."
"Dave, remember last time I acted like a complete asshole, and got drunk, then apologized, and told you it was because I was new at this? At this "showing my feelings" stuff?" asked the Warbler.
"Yeah? And?"
"Well, this is me being an asshole again, and instead of getting drunk I decided to ignore you, because I knew if I confronted you, then I'd have to talk about my feelings. And now I'm going to try to apologize, and tell you what you want to hear."
Dave shook his head, "It's not about what I want to hear, it's about what you feel you need to tell me."
"If I do that, then we'll just end up having another week without speaking to each other," said Sebastian, placing the cup on his nightstand.
"Sebastian, why is it so hard for you to talk about your feelings?"
The Warbler averted Dave's gaze, looking down at his hands which had suddenly become extremely interesting. He had cut off Dave for almost a whole week now, something that the football player hadn't deserved, Sebastian at least owed him the truth. Sebastian took a deep breathe, and returned his eyes to Dave, "Feelings make people vulnerable - defenseless - weak - more prone to heartbreak."
"Sebastian, I would never-"
"I know. And that's what scares me," the Warbler's eyes began to tear up, "Dave, you are just so wonderful and sweet, and I know you're not someone that enjoys hurting others. It makes me feel like I'm not good enough for you, and I just-"
Dave placed his hands on Sebastian's, "Sebastian. Stop. You're good enough, okay? You're more than good enough."
The Warbler let out a slow, staggered breath, "This is why I'm not good with relationships. I'm always either afraid of being dumped, or not being good enough. Normally I could run away from these things; I could shut these feelings away. But with you," Sebastian readjusted his hands so that they were now holding Dave's, "I just can't seem to shut you out."
Dave gave the Warbler a small smile, "Maybe you won't have to."
Sebastian returned the gesture, "Maybe."
Dave freed one of his hands from Sebastian's grasp, and raised it up to the Warbler's face. He wiped a tear that had fallen from his eye, and cupped his cheek. Sebastian leaned into the touch, and grinned, "It feels so good to have gotten that off my chest."
The football player laughed, and placed a chaste kiss on Sebastian's nose. He then rested his forehead on the Warbler's and whispered, "Doesn't it?"
"I'm not done, though," muttered Sebastian, "Dave, the other night, what I said about Kurt - God, I was being so stupid, but I was jealous of him."
Dave leaned back, "You shouldn't be. I told you my heart didn't belong to him, remember?"
"I know, I know. But I still thought-"
Dave cut him off with a peck on the corner of his lips. It was brief, but enough to silence the Warbler.
"You're adorable," murmured Dave.
Sebastian snorted, "Oh, God."
Dave smiled, "It's true," he muttered against the Warbler's mouth.
"Well, if this is the perk of being adorable, then all right, I'm adorable as hell."
Dave laughed, and pulled himself away from Sebastian, leaning against the bed's headboard, "Now that we're done with all the mushy stuff, can we watch 'Rent'?"
Sebastian reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the remote to his DVD player, then positioned himself beside Dave.
"So, you've seen 'Rent' before?" asked the Warbler, as the movie menu came up on screen.
"Of course."
Sebastian pressed play, "I thought you hated musicals?"
"I don't technically hate them."
The Warbler chuckled, "Well, I'm glad you don't hate 'Rent', because I'd totally judge you."
"I said I've seen it before, not that I like it."
"Dave, please tell me you like 'Rent' or I will be forced to slap you."
Dave laughed, and nudged the Warbler, "Don't worry, I like it."
"God, I really wish I wasn't sick," said Sebastian, once the first number had been performed.
"Why?" asked Dave.
"Because. I always sing along with Roger during "Light My Candle", and with Collins during "I'll Cover You", and now I can't," whined the Warbler.
"You could always lip sync," suggested Dave.
"That could work. Will you do it with me?" asked Sebastian.
The football player chuckled, "Sure."
Sebastian grinned, "I call Mimi and Angel's parts."
xxx.
Sebastian had lip synced along to every song in Rent, and Dave evened joined him, feeling slightly embarrassed to have known all the lyrics to the selections. The movie was almost over, and they were at the scene where Mark, the striving movie producer, showed his completed film documentary to his friends. However, instead of lip syncing along, the boys simply sat hand in hand.
"Well, that was fun," said Sebastian when the credits began scrolling on the screen.
"I definitely had never done that before. But it was fun," agreed Dave, looking at Sebastian with a smile.
The Warbler giggled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Dave leaned in closer, "Like what?"
"You know, with that goofy smile on your face," answered Sebastian, making their noses touch.
"I don't know," murmured Dave.
"Right," said Sebastian, his free hand traveling to Dave's thigh, "I totally believe you."
The football player grinned, "Good."
"Sebastian?"
The boys instantly separated themselves from each other, and looked towards the bedroom door where the voice had come from. The Warbler cursed under his breathe, and got up from the bed, making his way towards the figure in the doorway.
"Hey, Dad."
