woohoo, double digits! i hope you enjoy this chapter. c: i made it a bit long to make up for the late updates and stuff.
uh when i uploaded this i was having trouble and the website kept cutting off some of the story D: so if you're reading and you find that it doesn't make sense, tell me! i re-read it, so im sure its okay, but just in case.
songs used:
I'll Cover You - Rent
Dave was sure he looked as red as a beet. Shocked from what had just happened, he was still sitting on Sebastian's bed. It did not really help his case, but he felt he couldn't move.
"Who's your friend?" asked Mr. Smythe, looking over at the football player. Dave gave him a stiff smile, but the man's menacing glare only made him feel more uncomfortable. Dave eventually looked down at his hands, but he could still feel Mr. Smythe's eyes burning holes in his head.
"This is Dave," said Sebastian, gesturing towards the football player, who stood from the bed, and walked towards Mr. Smythe. He extended his hand out, and put on his best smile - a task that proved to be very difficult. Sebastian's dad ignored Dave's hand, and gave him another scowl, before turning his head back to his son.
"He needs to leave."
"Dad, come on. Don't be like that."
"Now."
"Don't worry. I should get going anyway," said Dave to Sebastian, to which the Warbler nodded, and muttered an "Okay"
The boys exchanged one last look, before Dave left the room, and dashed downstairs, afraid of what Mr. Smythe would do if he lingered any longer.
"Dad, can we talk about this?" asked Sebastian.
Mr. Smythe did not say anything, just gave his son one more disapproving stare, and then exited the room without another word.
Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, and sighed, "Fuck."
xxx.
Later that night, Sebastian went downstairs for dinner, but he noticed that there was only one plate set on the table. Lucero walked out of the kitchen with a pitcher of water in her hands, and came to Sebastian's side.
"Lucero, where's my father?" asked the Warbler.
"Mr. Smythe took his plate to his study," answered the maid, pulling out the chair in front of Sebastian.
"He's in the study?"
"Yes, but he said he didn't want to be disturbed."
"Too bad," said Sebastian, turning on his heels, and making his way towards his father's office.
Lucero set the pitcher on the table, and trailed behind the Warbler, "Sebastian, please! Your dinner!"
"Screw dinner."
Sebastian arrived at the study, and burst through the doors. He found his father behind his desk, who looked up when he heard the sudden disturbance.
"Lucero, I thought I told you to keep him out," said Mr. Smythe.
"I tried, sir!"
"Dad, we need to talk," said the Warbler. He turned towards the maid, and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Could we have some privacy?"
Lucero turned towards Mr. Smythe and gave him a questioning look, almost as if asking if it was all right to do as his son asked. Mr. Smythe gave her a nod, to which Lucero responded with a slight bow, and then exited the room. Sebastian shut the door, and then took a seat in front of his dad's desk. He noticed that he had a frame with a photo of his mother on his desk, which caused the Warbler to slightly smile. He had always thought she was beautiful. Genuinely beautiful. Inside and out. What she had seen in his father was something that always puzzled Sebastian.
"You wanted to talk, so talk," said Mr. Smythe, as he shut his laptop, and removed his glasses.
Sebastian tore his eyes away from the photo frame, and looked at his father, "So about today, what you saw... I just want you to know that I didn't want you to find out that way."
"Trust me, I didn't either," said Mr. Smythe coldly.
The Warbler nodded, "I was going to tell you, but I was just scared. I didn't know how you would respond. So I guess it's better late than ever, right?" Sebastian let out a nervous chuckle, but his father's face was unchanged.
Sebastian took a deep breathe in, and let it out, then continued with what he had to say, "Dad, I'm gay."
Mr. Smythe remained silent.
"It's who I am, and I should've probably told you a long time ago, but I just didn't know how."
"It took me finding you in bed with another guy for you to come clean?" asked his father.
"Well, when you say it like that..."
"Sebastian, how fast can you pack?"
"I don't know," the Warbler shrugged, "Pretty fast, I guess."
Mr. Smythe glanced down at his watch, "Good. I want you out by midnight."
Sebastian gaped, "What?"
"You can't live here anymore."
"You're kicking me out?" exclaimed the Warbler.
"It would seem so."
"Just because I'm gay? Jeez Dad, it's not like I'm some sort of criminal!"
"You might as well be."
Sebastian stood up, and ran a hand through his hair, "This is ridiculous. You're being unreasonable!"
"Maybe you should've thought of that before you went off and decided to be queer."
"It's not a choice, Dad. You think I chose to be this way? This is who I am. I was born like this."
"Like hell you were," said Mr. Smythe, opening up his laptop.
"What about school? I can't pay my own tuition."
"I'll keep paying for you, but after that I'm not providing anything for you."
"Where am I even supposed to stay? Do you expect me to sleep on the street?"
"That, or you could move in with your faggot of a boyfriend."
The next thing Sebastian knew his fist was throbbing, and his father was bent over his desk, grabbing at his bloody nose. Mr. Smythe refused to look up at his son.
"Get out," he spat, "Get out, and don't you dare come back."
"Mom would have never let you do this," muttered Sebastian before leaving the room, and his father, who was shocked by the sudden mention of his former wife.
xxx.
Dave slightly jumped as he heard the doorbell go off. The house was quiet except for the gentle hum of the television in the living room.
"I'll get it," said Dave, noticing that his parents had stirred when they heard the sudden sound pierce through the calmness in the house. Mr. Karofsky glanced at his son from the couch, giving him a nod, and then returned his attention to the soap opera he was watching with his wife.
Dave's face instantly broke into a smile when he opened the door to find Sebastian standing in front of him, but the expression didn't last, for Dave noticed that the Warbler seemed to look troubled.
"Are you okay?" asked Dave, when Sebastian made no effort to give an explanation for his visit.
The Warbler's lips began to tremble, as his façade crumpled around him. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't continue to deal with things alone. He needed someone –a friend – a concept that had always been foreign to him. Yet, here was Dave, right in front of him, all Sebastian had to do was set aside his fears, and let Dave see him for who he really was. Sebastian dropped his bag at his feet, and flung himself towards Dave, not the smartest move, perhaps, considering the fact that Dave's homophobic mother was sitting just feet away from them.
'Screw her,' thought Sebastian. He didn't have any ulterior motives, no matter what she thought.
Sebastian felt the football player's arms slowly wrap around him. It baffled the Warbler how Dave's embrace made him cry even harder. The tears were falling freely now, and Sebastian was beginning to feel much better.
It had been a while since he'd had a good cry; all while being held tightly in someone's arms.
"Hey, it's okay," whispered Dave against Sebastian's hair, "Shh, it's okay. You're okay."
"David, is everything all right?" Sebastian recognized the voice; it belonged to Mr. Karofsky.
No matter how much he didn't want to, Sebastian pulled himself back from Dave, and turned towards the football player's father, replacing his frown with a stiff smile. He sniffed, gliding his right hand across his eyes in an attempt to dry them.
"Oh, Sebastian," Mr. Karofsky moved towards the Warbler, placing a hand on his shoulder, "…Hey, are you okay, kiddo?"
"Yeah," Sebastian's voice was shaky, and he could barely get any words out. Mr. Karofsky noticed the boy's struggles, and figured he shouldn't pry him with any personal questions.
"Do you want a few minutes alone with David?" asked Mr. Karofsky.
Sebastian simply nodded, flashing a feeble smile towards Dave's father to show him how he appreciated his kindness.
"Come on," said Dave, grabbing Sebastian's wrist, and leading him back outside of the house. They then took a seat on the porch steps.
"What happened?" asked Dave.
"My dad kicked me out," mumbled the Warbler. He felt Dave tense up beside him, and looked up to find him with his head in his hands, "Dave?"
"It's my fault," muttered Dave, "It's all my fault you got kicked out."
"No, no. It's not. Please don't blame yourself for this."
Dave threw his hands up in exasperation, "But it is! When I was at your house, I - I should've been sitting in a chair or something. And I shouldn't have been flirting so much, and just, oh God I'm such a fuck-up. I did this to you, and I'm sor-"
"Dave. Stop. It's not your fault. Look at me," Sebastian tilted his chin so the football player was looking directly at him, "If anything, you did something good. If my dad had never found us, I would still be hiding my true self from him. It doesn't matter how he found out, he was going to eventually, and this is probably how he would deal with it. So don't blame yourself, okay?"
Dave noticed the tears were returning to the Warbler's eyes. Sebastian was the one who really needed comforting, so rather than dwell on the guilt he felt, he nodded and agreed to what Sebastian said.
"Come here," Dave opened his arms, and Sebastian gladly leaned into him.
"Thanks," mumbled the Warbler against Dave's chest.
"No problem," answered Dave, rubbing Sebastian's back with his hand.
Sebastian sniffed, "Fuck, I'm crying again."
Dave buried his face deeper into the Warbler's hair. It was incredibly soft, and smelled delightful. Dave loved it when Sebastian left his hair in its normal state, and didn't put any gel in it.
"I bet I'm being super attractive right now, huh?" said Sebastian, sarcastically, attempting to the liven the spirits of the situation.
"Of course. It's practically impossible for Sebastian Smythe to ever be anything other than attractive," replied Dave, hoping he could cheer Sebastian up, if only by a fraction.
The football player smiled as he heard the familiar sound of Sebastian's laugh, muffled by his chest, "You're only being nice to me, because I'm crying."
Dave pulled away from Sebastian slightly, keeping a hand on the Warbler's back, and using the other to wipe a tear from Sebastian's cheek, "I'm always nice to you."
Sebastian simply smiled, and wrapped his arms tightly around Dave, squeezing harder than he was previously. He didn't want Dave to let go; he wanted to keep being held just the way he was now. After a while, Sebastian loosened his grasp, and placed his right hand in his lap, keeping the other around Dave's middle.
"What happened to your hand?" asked Dave, noticed the swelling on the Warbler's knuckles, as he took Sebastian's hand in his to get a closer look.
"I punched my dad," answered Sebastian. A smile spread across his lips, saying it out loud made him feel slightly better.
"After he kicked you out?"
"No, after he called you a faggot."
The football player stiffened. The word was used against him all the time in school, but it still never ceased to hurt, "Oh."
"Yeah."
"You didn't have to punch him for that," said Dave.
"Of course I did. He can kick me out, call me names, but insulting you is crossing the line."
Dave smiled, as a warm feeling arose in the pit of his stomach. It felt nice to have someone stand up for him, "Did you get him good?"
"Hell yeah. He was totally bleeding," said Sebastian with a prideful smirk.
"Thanks," said Dave, giving the Warbler a quick peck on the cheek.
"We should go tell my parents to get the guest room ready," said Dave after a while.
The Warbler rapidly lifted his head to look at Dave, and gave him a puzzled look, "Wha-?"
"You're staying here tonight, of course. Or as long as you need to."
"Dave, are you sure? I mean, what about your mother?" asked Sebastian.
"Screw her," Dave grinned, "You need me. She has to set aside her prejudice, and understand that."
A small smile crawled onto Sebastian's lips, as he leaned into Dave once more, "Thank you so much."
"Don't mention it. You know I'm here for you. Always," said Dave, planting a lingering kiss on the crown of the Warbler's head.
Sebastian closed his eyes, feeling safe and calm there in Dave's arms. It was beyond anything he'd ever felt before, and he knew exactly what it was.
"Dave, I-"
'Love you'.
Something caught it Sebastian's throat, not allowing him to finish what he had to say. It'd been a while since he'd told anyone he loved them, and actually meant it. Maybe he should wait a little longer, until he was sure that what he felt for Dave could be called love.
"What is it?" asked the football player, holding Sebastian at arm's distance, and looked him directly in the eyes.
Sebastian shook his head, "Nothing. I just - thank you. Again."
"It's no problem," Dave stood up, and extended a hand towards Sebastian to help him up. He jutted his head towards the house, "Let's go tell them the big news, yeah?"
The Warbler gave Dave one last look before raising up his crossed fingers, and followed him back into the house.
xxx.
"Dad? Mom? Can we talk?" asked Dave, directing his parents to the kitchen table. They took a seat, with Sebastian and Dave following suit.
"Is everything all right?" asked Mr. Karofsky. He was still extremely confused about what was happening at the moment, considering that Sebastian had showed up at his doorstep in a sobbing mess.
"Yes, Dad," began Dave, "It's just that, Sebastian-"
"My father kicked me out," said Sebastian, feeling there was no need to sugar coat the situation.
Mr. Karofsky's face instantly fell upon hearing the news, yet his wife's demeanor had no change at all.
"I was wondering if Sebastian could stay here for a few days?" continued Dave, focusing his attention on his mother's expressions, because she was the one they really needed to win over. He could tell they weren't going to be very successful, due to the fact that upon hearing the suggestion, Mrs. Karofsky's face turned sour, and she opened her mouth, surely to decline her son's request. However, Mr. Karofsky beat her to the answer, and placed his hand on top of the Warbler's, "You can stay here as long as you need. It's no problem."
Mr. Karofsky gave Sebastian one of the kindest smiles he had ever seen - besides Dave's of course. Sebastian realized that Dave was so much like his father. They were both good men with kind hearts, and the Warbler wondered how he had gotten so lucky to have them be a part of his life.
"Thank you so much," said Sebastian, "It'll only be for a few days, until I can get a dorm at Dalton, then I'll be out of your hair for sure."
"Don't worry about it. We love having you over," Mr, Karofsky turned to his wife, "Right, honey?"
Dave's mother simply scowled, and left the kitchen without uttering another word.
"Sorry about that. She's just a bit tired. I'll go talk to her," Mr. Karofsky stood up, "Have you had dinner yet, Sebastian?"
The Warbler shook his head no.
"Dave heat something up for him, will you?" said Mr. Karofsky before leaving the kitchen to find his wife.
"We have spaghetti," suggested Dave, getting up from his chair to do as he was told.
"Sounds great," said Sebastian, "Can I help with anything?"
Dave chuckled softly, "I just have to heat it up. You relax, okay?"
Soon enough, Sebastian had a piping hot plate of spaghetti in front of him. He dug right in, and although his sore throat prevented him from thoroughly enjoying the meal, he thought it was delicious.
"Did you make this?" asked the Warbler, taking a sip from his water.
"Nah," answered Dave, pouring himself a cup of water, "My mom did."
"Well, I see where you get your skills from," said Sebastian, taking in another mouthful, "Agh, it hurts to swallow."
"Sore throat?"
Sebastian nodded, "Such a bitch."
"Your voice is better, though," observed Dave.
"Lucero gave me a remedy. It tasted awful, but at least my voice isn't that hoarse anymore."
Dave chuckled, "What is up with your maid, anyway? Do you hate her?"
"I don't hate her. She just kinda sucks at her job," said Sebastian with a shrug.
"Of course she does."
The Warbler rolled his eyes, then looked down at his plate, "You know, I usually hate eating spaghetti."
"How come?"
"It's so messy. I bet I have sauce all over my mouth right now."
Dave laughed, grabbing a napkin, and handing it to the Warbler, "You do."
"And you didn't even try that something-on-your-lips move?" Sebastian took the napkin, and wiped his mouth, "I'm disappointed, Dave. I thought you were all for that cheesy, romantic shit."
That he was. But with his parents in the house? All that "cheesy, romantic shit" would have to wait.
xxx.
Sebastian knocked softly on the door to Dave's room. His temporary room was just across the hall from the football player's - much to Mrs. Karofsky's disappointment. There was no answer from the other side of Dave's door, so Sebastian turned the knob - which happened to be unlocked - and walked in, hoping Dave wouldn't mind.
The Warbler entered, and found Dave asleep. He walked over to the bed, and shook the boy softly, in hopes to wake him. After a couple of seconds, Dave stirred, and turned over to face Sebastian. He rubbed his eyes, and sat up.
"What's up?" he slurred.
"Can't sleep," whispered Sebastian, as he gestured to his throat, "Hurts."
Dave yawned, "All right, come on," he got up from his bed, and made his way to the kitchen, with the Warbler trailing behind him.
"My mom used to make me this tea whenever I had a sore throat. By morning you'll be fine," explained Dave, when he saw the confused look on Sebastian's face.
Once the tea was made, the boys lounged in the kitchen, as Sebastian sipped at his drink. They heard some shuffling in the living room, and turned to find Dave's dad emerging from the couch.
"Hey kids," lazily mumbled Mr. Karofsky, "What're y'all up to?"
"Sebastian has a sore throat, so I made him that tea Mom makes," answered Dave. His father nodded, and walked towards them. He grabbed himself a glass of water, drank it, and then made his way back to the couch.
"Y'all don't stay up too late," called out Mr. Karofsky from the living room.
"Did your parents have an argument?" asked Sebastian, keeping his voice low.
"I don't know," shrugged Dave, "Probably. That would explain my dad's sleeping arrangements."
"Oh, God, I feel so bad. Your mom obviously didn't want me here, but your dad let me stay. I should leave, shouldn't I?"
Dave placed his hands on Sebastian's shoulders, and shook his slightly, "Hey. It's okay. It's not your fault, all right? Screw my mom. It's three against one, she shouldn't be acting like this."
"Okay," whispered Sebastian, still feeling incredibly guilty. He shouldn't have come to Dave, he knew that. But who else did he have? He had no family in Ohio, and certainly no friends, "You know, your mom may hate me, but her tea is great. I feel better already."
Dave smiled, "Come on, you can finish that in your room."
xxx.
The next afternoon, Sebastian knocked on the door to Dave's room as he opened it, and stepped inside. The football player looked up from the book he was reading, and smiled towards Sebastian giving him a small wave. It was quiet in the room except for the low buzz of the TV in the background. Sebastian made his way to the bed, and sat beside Dave.
"Dave, could you answer something for me?" asked the Warbler.
Dave set his book aside, "Sure."
"Okay, so both your parents are out, and won't be home until much later. Which means we're completely alone, and you choose to stay in your room and read a book. What the hell, man. I totally thought we were going to get it on after you let me stay over."
Dave laughed, "You should really watch what you're saying. I bet my mom had the house wired the minute you walked in and asked to stay."
Sebastian smirked, "So we'll be recorded, even hotter."
Dave snorted, "Oh, God."
"I mean, I've never done that before, and I'm pretty sure we're underage, but hey, you only live once right?"
"Sebastian I am convinced that your brain is divided up into two sections: School and sex. Sex being the majority of your brain," said Dave.
The Warbler smiled, "You are completely wrong, my friend."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. There's another section," said Sebastian, matter-of-factly.
"And what's that?" asked Dave.
"The Dave Karofsky part."
Dave gave a shaky laugh, as his face flushed. He couldn't find anything to say. After all, what could he say? There went Sebastian again, saying those things that made the football player turn head over heels for him, and he couldn't do anything about it.
Or he could, but just decided not to.
"And," Sebastian leaned in closer to Dave so that his lips were a fraction from the football player's ear, "That section is much bigger and more important than the Sex one."
The Warbler stood from the bed, leaving Dave baffled by his words, and roamed around the room.
"Dave, do you have a stereo?" asked Sebastian, toying with one of Dave's model airplanes that he found sitting on top of the TV set.
"Y-Yeah," sputtered Dave, as he refocused his thoughts, "It's over there in the corner."
Sebastian smirked, as he turned to where Dave had pointed, "You know, I got my voice back."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"Your mom's tea worked perfectly. My throat doesn't hurt anymore, either."
"Mhm."
"Dave, do you know what I like to do whenever I'm not sick?"
"Shut up?" asked Dave, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Ha-ha, very funny. But no, it's the opposite."
"What is it, Sebastian?" asked the football player, pretending to be interested in what Sebastian was saying.
"I like to sing," answered the Warbler, as he spun around, and plugged his iPhone into Dave's stereo. He scrolled down his song list, and stopped at the one he needed, then turned back to Dave, "And you're going to join me."
"Uh, how about no," said Dave, reaching towards his book. At once, Sebastian was at his side, his hand on top of Dave's, keeping him from grabbing the book on his nightstand.
"Oh, no you don't," Sebastian pulled Dave off the bed, and dragged him towards the front of the room, "You're going to sing with me, mister."
The football player shook his head, "Nope."
"Dave, come on." pleaded the Warbler.
"Sebastian, I can't even sing," said Dave.
"Neither can the New Directions, but they do it anyway."
Dave laughed, "Sebastian, be nice."
"If I'm nice will you sing with me?"
"No."
"Come on! We're home alone, no one's going to hear you besides me," the Warbler stuck out his lower lip, "Please."
Dave caved in. Sebastian's pouting proved to be impossible to say no to, "Fine, fine."
The Warbler bounced up and down, "Yay!" he let go of Dave's hands, and scurried to the stereo.
"What if I don't know the words?" asked Dave, still attempting to get out of singing with Sebastian.
"Oh, you'll know the words. Trust me," Sebastian pressed play, and soon the room was drowned in the sound of 'I'll Cover You' - the familiar tune from 'Rent'.
Dave smiled, realizing what song it was, and as he did, his cheeks turned bright red. He knew the song, but he also knew what the message of it was, and he knew it was meant to be sang between couples.
"Live in my house / I'll be your shelter / Just pay me ba-ack / With one thousand kisses," Sebastian had taken Angel's part, and was slowly walking back to Dave, "Be my love-er / And I'll cover yo-ou," he was now standing in front of the football player, and took his hands into his own.
Dave cleared his throat, preparing for his turn. He was nervous. What if he was terrible, and Sebastian laughed at him? Before he could panic any more, it was his turn. Dave took a deep breathe, and then sang along to the instrumental recording, "Open your door / I'll be your tenant / Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet," Dave smiled as he sang, noticing that he wasn't so bad, and that Sebastian was actually beaming back at him, "But sweet kisses I've got to spa-are / I'll be the-ere / And I'll cover yo-ou."
Sebastian pulled Dave towards him, as they both belted out the chorus, "I think they meant it / When they said you can't but love / Now I know you can rent it / A new lease / You are my love / On li-ife / Be my Ii-ife."
The Warbler let go of Dave's hands, as they both continued to sing. He grabbed one of the sheets on Dave's bed, and draped it over his shoulders, "Just slip me on / I'll be your blanket / Whenever, whatever / I'll be your coat."
"You'll be my king," Sebastian tapped Dave's nose with his finger, "And I'll be your castle."
Dave picked the Warbler up, and twirled him around, "No-o / You'll be my queen / And I'll be your moat."
Both boys joined in on the chorus, "I think they meant it / When they said you can't buy love / Now I know you can rent it / A new lease / You are my love / On li-ife / All my li-ife / I've longed to discover / Something as true as this i-is."
They then continued to finish up each other's sentences in the song, with Dave beginning the trade-off, "So with a thousand sweet kisses-"
"If you're cold, and you're lonely."
"I'll cover you / With a thousand sweet kisses."
"You've got one nickel only-"
"I'll cover you-"
"With a thousand sweet kisses."
"When you're worn out and tired.-"
"I'll cover you / With a thousand sweet kisses."
"When your heart has expired."
"I'll cover you."
The boys were standing in front of each other now, as they finished up the last lyrics to the song together, "O-Oh, lo-over / I'll cover yo-ou / O-Oh, lo-over / I'll cover yo-ou…"
Sebastian and Dave slowly wrapped their arms around each other, with their lips less than an inch apart. Dave set aside all his fears, and gathered up all the courage he contained inside him. It was now or never, and he really wanted to show Sebastian just how much he cared about him. The football player looked into Sebastian eyes, searching for some sort of approval, and leaned forward, pressing his lips onto Sebastian's. The Warbler moved his arms up to wrap them around Dave's neck, deepening the kiss, and pressing his body closer to the football player's. Dave released a quiet moan which made Sebastian completely melt in the football player's arms. He smirked against Dave's mouth, taking the boy's lower lip between his teeth, which only made Dave moan even louder. Needing to take a breathe, the boys reluctantly pulled apart, their lips puffy and red. Their chests quickly rose up and down, and their heartbeats showed no sign of slowing down. Neither of them said anything, still trying to process what had just happened. It had been nothing like their first kiss. Sure, they knew there was something there, and they had definitely experienced fireworks during the first time. But this time it had been different. They had felt something bigger, and deeper. If Sebastian doubted his feelings for Dave in the past, he was sure of them now.
A smile appeared on the Warbler's lips, as he slowly shook his head, "Holy-"
"Shit," finished Dave.
The boys erupted into laughter, still holding each other tightly.
"Dammit, Dave. Where the hell did that come from?" asked Sebastian, his voice soft, and low.
The football player shrugged, "Hell if I know. I'm just glad it happened."
Sebastian nodded and chuckled quietly, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to kiss you like that."
"You're not alone," said Dave.
"Well, it was definitely worth the wait."
"And to think, all we had to do was sing together."
Sebastian laughed, agreeing with Dave's comment, "We should've done it sooner."
Oh, the power of a duet.
xxx.
"It happened."
"What did?" asked Kurt.
"We sang a flirty duet," replied Dave. Sebastian had left to take a shower, so Dave thought he would take advantage of the time he had alone to call Kurt and tell him his progress on the whole "Sebastian" situation.
On the other line of the phone, the boy was quiet for a moment, but immediately the silence was filled with the squealing of Kurt Hummel. His reaction to the news had been so loud, that Blaine stopped what he was doing, and sat next to Kurt on his bed.
"What's going on?" asked the former Warbler.
Kurt cupped the bottom of the phone, "David and Sebastian sang a flirty duet!" the singer was extremely excited; the fact that Sebastian and Dave had hit the huge milestone in their relationship meant that his talk with Sebastian had worked.
Blaine eyebrows shot up, and a huge grin appeared on his lips, "No way!"
"Yes way!" Kurt retuned to the phone, "I'm going to put you on speaker, okay? Blaine and I want to know all the details."
Dave chuckled, "Come on guys, we just sang together, it's no big deal. I mean, I can't even sing-"
The couple on the other side of the call gasped in unison, amazing Dave at how in-sync they were.
"Oh, no, no, no, David. It is a big deal, okay," said Kurt.
"Yeah, man. A flirty duet guarantees that you guys are going to be together forever," added Blaine.
"But it's just a duet...," muttered Dave.
"Not just a duet, David. For people like us-"
'People like who?' thought Dave.
"-A flirty duet pretty much ensures that the two singers will be happily involved in a relationship, and perhaps even get married," corrected Kurt, as Blaine gave him an approving nod.
"Marriage? Jeez, that's a little exaggerated, don't you think?" asked Dave.
"Not at all! Take Blaine and I for example, we've been together for such a long time now, and we're both completely in love, will probably even end up married. And do you know how it all started?"
"Well, I thought you said that you sang 'Blackbird', and he realized at that moment that he was in love with you."
"Right, right. But before that, we sang flirty duets, and that's how I fell for him."
"Oka-ay. But I thought flirty duets guaranteed that both of the singers would fall for each other?"
"Yes, well, it's different for everyone," said Blaine, "It doesn't matter though. You are in there, man."
"I'll take your word for it," said Dave.
"Well, are you ever going to tell us what song you guys sang? And who made the first move?" asked Kurt.
"Sebastian did. He practically begged me to," retold Dave.
"What song did he choose?" urged Kurt.
"I'll Cover You' from 'Rent'."
The boys on the other line were silent, as their jaws hit the floor, and Dave almost thought that they had hung up on him.
"Uh, hello? Kurt? Blaine?" asked Dave.
"That's perfect," said Blaine.
"Sebastian has some surprisingly good taste in music," added Kurt.
"Yeah, well, we watched the movie the other day, and I guess Sebastian noticed that I knew all the words to the songs, so...," explained Dave.
"Jesus, David. Are you sure you're dating Sebastian, and not his better, more amazing twin brother?" asked Kurt.
"We're not dating," said Dave.
"Right, whatever you say. Anyway, who sang Angel's part?"
"Sebastian."
"Hm, of course," said Kurt.
"I don't even get why this is a big deal? I mean he hasn't even asked me out."
"So, what happened after the song?" asked Blaine, trying to keep the conversation going.
Dave felt his face grow a bit warm, "Well, we did kiss."
"You did not," said Blaine.
"Oh, we did," answered Dave, feeling a little smug about his smooch with Sebastian, because why shouldn't he be? The realization that Dave had kissed - and had been kissed back - possibly one of the hottest guys in Ohio suddenly hit him, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.
"And yet you claim that you two are not dating," said Kurt.
"Well, we're not."
"You guys really should be," said Blaine.
"Blaine's right. David, I think it's time you tell Sebastian how you feel," added Kurt.
"Hm, no thanks."
"What? 'Why?" whined Kurt.
David rubbed the back of his neck, "I kinda wanna be the one who gets confessed to, you know? Be the one who gets asked to be the boyfriend. It's stupid, I know-"
"No, no. It's cute actually."
The football player shrugged, "I guess I'm just a silly romantic."
Kurt smiled, "We all are."
xxx.
Monday was a much better day for Sebastian Smythe. It was the start of a new week, and after spending a whole weekend with Dave, he was in a better mood than usual. All weekend long he lounged around the house with Dave. Sebastian, especially, had to be on his best behavior, and no matter how many times he wished he could just jump on Dave, he had to control himself - a task that proved to be extremely difficult after the kiss he had shared with Dave after their duet.
Mrs. Karofsky had no change in her demeanor, and no matter what Sebastian did to get on her good side, the mother would not change her attitude towards him. In the end, he figured it was no use trying to woo her, and get her to like him. Her prejudice clouded her judgment, and there was nothing Sebastian could do about it. Mr. Karofsky was a different story. Sebastian had grown to like him very much. He was all a father should be, and extremely kind. All Sebastian could think was that Dave was a very lucky boy to have him as a father.
During choir practice, the Warblers noticed that Sebastian's spirits had greatly improved. No one knew why, or how, but no one questioned it either.
"That was great guys! Take five, I'd like to make an announcement," said Sebastian after having finished rehearsing one of their selections.
Confused looks occupied all of the Warblers' faces as they took their seats around the room. They all turned their attention to Sebastian, and kept quiet to listen to what he had to say. A couple weeks with Sebastian as their leader showed them not to interrupt whenever Sebastian had something to say. However, what really puzzled the boys was the fact that the Warbler had told them to "take five".
"All right, so you guys remember Dave Karofsky? The guy we dedicated our set list at Regionals to?" asked the Warbler, making his way to the middle of the room. There were a few nods, and yes's, so Sebastian continued, "Well, I thought we could invite him here, and do a number for him. I just think it's a shame that he didn't get to see a performance that was dedicated to him, you know?"
The Warbler paused, examining the faces of his teammates. Some of the boys had an uncomfortable look on their faces. Although they didn't have a problem with Dave, they still felt uneasy after the way he had treated Kurt.
"I'm all for it," chimed Nick, and the other Warblers nodded in agreement. They could put aside any judgments they had towards Dave for now.
A proud smile overtook Sebastian's lips, "Great. He's really into old rock - from the 60's, you know? I have the perfect song, and the sheet music with me already, so we can start practicing today. Do you guys think we would be able to perform this the day after tomorrow?"
There were more positive murmurs around the room, and Sebastian began handing out the sheet music, an excited grin evident on his face.
Most of the Warblers, however, were curious as to why their leader suddenly wanted to perform for someone they doubted he was even friends with. No one asked any questions though, they had all learned to never question Sebastian's motives.