Meanwhile Sebastian finally over his hangover, going to the pub all week getting drunk, decided to get himself laid. He was sick of feeling worthless from that damn group he wasted his time on and sick of feeling sorry for himself and besides he couldn't stop staring at that bar attender, as absurd as it sounded. Time he did something. His hormones could only keep it in so long, and he wasn't getting any younger.

When he reached Scandals he gave the guy a wink and asked for a Shirley temple.

See… designated driver.

So far so good.

His phone rang, just as the guy made eye contact, and he couldn't help but swear.

"Shit," He muttered pulling it out not making a good impression.

"Who the fuck is this?" He yelled into the phone as his Shirley temple arrived and he was distracted by the bar attender again winking at the boy and grinning when he saw Dave flush although he tried to hide it.

Gay.

Why was he getting all these weird jumps in his stomach for?

The guy was a cow, an attractive cow, but a cow!

"Oi just confirming to let you know the plan is in motion Smith,"

"What plan?" He asked suddenly wondering why Chandler was calling him.

He hated that guy.

"You know THE plan?" He could almost see Chandler rolling his pathetic dorky eyes.

"What? What the fuck are you going on about Chandler; I don't have time for this baby talk crap?"

"The kid you wanted us to torture, just confirming that we're on our way to Lima,"

"Torture? I never said anything about…." He was cut of "Ah dude, you planned the thing on Tuesday we're just working on it, and I've round up my gang in Westerville, we're ready to go,"

"Good for you," Smith snorted.

The bar attender raised an eyebrow at him when he slammed the drink down after having a sip, and he couldn't help but feel irritated when there was a short pause.

"Just get to the point Chandler,"

"No point Smith, just letting you know we'll have this done by the time the nights over, so enjoy your freedom before you get your gang back, then the real work begins."

Chandler hang up after that.

"Why would my gang want anything to do with me?" Smith muttered to himself staring strangely at his mobile phone.

What the hell just happened?

Suddenly he turned to look around to find chubby was glaring at him.

Now what? Maybe he wasn't glaring, maybe that was his so called sexy face, so he attempted a seductive smile but got nothing in return and frowned. Has everybody gone in insane, or was it just him?

"What's the matter with you?" He asked.

"You need to back of Kurt,"

He stared at the bar attender 'Dave' and wondered if the guy's gone of his knockers. Kurt?

Who was Kurt?

"Excuse me?"

"I know what you're planning on doing, and I'm telling you to BACK off, or I have some mates who can come after you guys,"

"I have no idea…"

"KURT, that boy Anderson's with, I want you to back off," He growled.

That was hot. Then something clicked.

"OH you mean Porcelain. Why do I want to even touch that freaking doll face?"

"You told those guys that you wanted to hurt him and Anderson, don't act so innocent. I overheard you all talking, leave him alone and I won't beat your asses."

"Aww how cute you're trying to threaten me. Man I must have had more alcohol in my system than I thought, I may not like those idiots, but doesn't mean I want to hurt them, I didn't say anything stupid did I?" Sebastian wondered aloud trying to think back to before the worst hangover he ever had on Wednesday.

"You mean you don't remember?" Dave asked looking dumbfounded.

"No, why, what should I remember?"

"You and that gang…"

He must mean the 'dorks'.

"The Exs, when did we talk?"

"You must have been drunk stupid then," Dave sighed. Well duh. He was Sebastian Fucking Smith.

His family was known for drunks.

"Listen chubby just tell me what the hell happened so I don't have to punch your face in!"

When Dave told everything to Sebastian, his face fell flat.

"Merde!" Sebastian swore in French "All I remember was them saying they don't want me there as their leader and then getting myself wasted because I felt like fucking shit, and major fuck now my gang's in trouble!"

"Relax will you? We're both screw ups, but calling you an idiot would be an insult to the morons at my school. Why can't you just call it off, they can't really hurt them right? They have police for reasons,"

Dave looked sort of calm but sort of out of it, he looked like he was trying to be the tough guy, but Sebastian knew something meant to him about keeping that boy safe. He was definitely a closeted gay, because no straight dude in Scandals would want to protect them. In fact, there was no straight dude in Scandals at all.

"Are you insane? It'll make it worst if I tell them to leave those two alone because they'll see them as victims, and the police are usually terrified of rounding them up,"

Dave looked panicked finally.

"Alright don't judge me okay, I was drunk. I'll do something about it; did you hear about anything where they were going to go first?"

"I heard them say something about going to Hummel's place first…I don't know how far that is from wherever they are, the boss wouldn't let me of my shift,"

"That's 2 and half hours away," Sebastian sighed heavily knowing they were from Westerville.

Well this was going to be fun. Sebastian asked if Dave knew Kurt's address, strangely enough Dave did know it.

That was odd.

Before Dave could add anything else to the draining conversation Sebastian pulled Dave's tie towards him and kissed him…

Dave looked shocked as a result, eyes popping out of his head and mouth wide as a fish.

"I was kind of wanting to do that all night, looks like I might not be able to do it for a while now so I had to risk it … sorry if I offended you chubby, " Sebastian smirked as he left.

"We're you going?!" Dave called.

"To get Anderson and that Hummel kid!"

"I'm 100% gay," Dave muttered when the door slammed shut and swung back and forth as Sebastian left, head spinning.

Major fuck.