Heeeeeey guys. So, before you start reading, again, allow me to apologize for being a horrible author. I'm having so many issues with writers block, this and that, the usual shit. It's horrible, because I know what is going to happen, I know how it's gonna end. There are going to be alternate endings. There is going to be a one to two shot sequal...I just can't figure out how the hell to get it all out on paper, you know? Anywhore, please enjoy this chapter. It features Sebastian! Yay! *Claps* Finally the one you've all been awaiting for.

P.s, please excuse the mistakes. I can't remember if my beta did this one or not. I've lost track. I am one big hot mess, people...Read&Review&Love!

Sebastian sat at the bar, his head swam with the fuzzy thoughts of going to dance or to stay where he was and order another Captain Morgan on the rocks. He couldn't remember when he came to Scandals or how long exactly he had been sitting at bar. He tried to remember, but it was hard, so he gave up and ordered another drink. It tasted bitter sweet and he drank it down quickly, sighing tiredly as he set the glass down with a loud smack against the bar.

It was nearly a week since Regionals and nearly a week since Santana collapsed. Hospitals had always made him edgy, but he just had to go. And he had to make sure she was alright, whether she wanted him there or not. He tried to hard to suppress the memory of their night together for so long and seemed to work, until the nightmares started. He didn't work well with nightmares. The first he ever had one was when he was eight. It was about a monster that hide under his bed and it was going to eat him. He tried running to his parents room, but they quickly shooed him away. Mommy needed her beauty sleep, after all, and daddy had to work in the morning. Comfort wasn't something he expected as a child, nor was it something he had ten years later.

Turning at the sound of chatting and cheering, Sebastian noticed several men crowing the entrance. Two were the bouncers and one was the DJ. They were patting someone on the back, welcoming him to the bar. Squinting hard, Sebastian looked past the men to see who they were speaking to. Then he stepped forward and Sebastian's eyes opened wide and he turned away shyly. It was the first time he'd seen Dave since the hospital and the first time he was back at the bar since his attempt at taking his own life.

"Hey there, Dave! Looking good, man!" Tony, the bartender smiled. "What can I getcha?"

"Bud Lite, Ton." Dave answered, taking his seat at the bar.

"You got it." Reaching into the coolers, Tony pulled out a bottle, placing it down in front of Dave. "On the house, buddy." He told him and Dave hold out the money. "Welcome back." He stated, before moving onto his next guest.

Sebastian sits silently, his body shifted so almost his entire back was facing Dave, who sat only two seats away. They remained that way for a short while, before Dave finally ends it. "Aren't you going to say hello?"

Sebastian turns on his stool, facing the bar now. "Hel-lo." He said slowly.

"How are you, Sebastian? Still grieving over the loss of your show choir competition?"

Sebastian smiled sadly, twisting his glass around. "No." He replied breathlessly.

Dave watched Sebastian carefully. He waited for the snappy remark or mention of his usual unfashionable attire, but nothing came. "Hey, are you alright? You're kinda quiet tonight."

"Oh, I'm just . . . peachy." Sebastian slurred, lifting his glass to take the final sip.

"You don't seem like it. Do you wanna talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about Karofsky." Seb snapped.

"Alright, sorry. Just trying to help." Taking his beer, Dave stood from his seat, looking around. It was busier than usual, which meant there were tons of faces and tons of bodies going around. It was still too early to make a move on anyone, but it felt nice being able to do that without having to worry about feeling guilty later on.

Bored, Dave was about to go check out the jukebox when he had a hand clamp down onto his arm. It was Sebastian. Looking to meet his gaze, Dave couldn't help to notice how blood shot Sebastian's eyes were.

"There is something I need to say." Sebastian told him. Dave waited, letting Sebastian get his thoughts together before speaking. "I just wanted to say how . . . sorry I am. I've been a total douche bag to you p-pretty much since the day you came here."

"Sebastian-"

"Lemme finish!" Seb slurred, placing his finger against Dave's lips, shushing him. "The mindless flirting, making fun of your clothes. That time I called you a beluga whale out looking for a mate. That . . . that was totally out of line and I just want you to know that I'm sor…sorry!"

Smiling dimly, Dave placed a hand upon Sebastian's shoulder. "I forgive you, Sebastian." He said. "People are dumb. Sometimes we make mistakes and hurt people. Trust me, I know."

"You . . . are a beautiful person!" Sebastian half-shouted, nearly falling off his stool.

Dave catch him and pushed him back into sitting position. "Thanks, Seb. You, on the other hand, are drunk. How much have you had?"

Sebastian thought about it for a moment. "One and a half." He noted.

"You got drunk off a glass and a half?"

Sebastian laughed then. "No! A b-bottle and a half!" Leaning up, Seb whispered not-so-softly into Dave's ear "I have a crush on Captain Morgan."

"Alright, I think it's time you go home."

"No! I don't wanna go home. Home is bad!"

"What about Dalton?" Dave suggested.

"Too late. Gates locked."

"Home it is then. Tony! Do me a favor and call Mr. Morgan here a taxi."

Sebastian shook his head. "No can do, Karboxski." Reaching into his pocket, Seb pulled out his wallet, opening it slowly, reveling its emptiness. "Got no money."

"Since when do you have no money on you?" Dave questioned in all seriousness.

"Since liquor became so expensive!"

Sighing deeply, Dave pinched the space between his eyes. "Fine. Ey, Tony! Botch the taxi, I'm gonna drive him myself."

Pulling him off the stool, Dave held Sebastian's arm as they walked out the bar. Seb walked with Dave until it came time to go to Dave's car, and that's when Seb started pulling away. "I can't leave my car here. If I show up without a car, my father would murder me."

"It's fine, I'm not taking you home."

"W-where are we going?"

"My house." Dave explained. Dragging Sebastian to his truck, Dave opened the door for him, and slowly pushed the taller boy in. Reaching around, Dave awkwardly positioned himself across from Seb as he buckled the boy in.

"What's so funny?" Dave asked as Sebastian began chuckling.

"I always knew I'd go home with you someday."

Rolling his eyes, Dave started the car and pulled away from the bar. Tonight was supposed to be a cool, relaxing night. Dave silently cursed himself. He only came out about a month and a half ago, and now he's brining home a drunk guy. If only his mother was still around; this would've driven her banana sandwich.

The drive from his house to the bar usually takes about an hour, though with a very drunk Sebastian, it took nearly two. With the pushing of buttons and constant questions, Dave was happy to be home and ready to put the young man to rest. Getting him in the house was easier said than done, since somehow Sebastian's legs stopped moving forward, for Dave had to practically carry him upstairs. He also had to shush him at least six or seven times. By the time they finally got to his room, Sebastian was rambling on about something, and Dave was just about ready to leave the poor guy where he drops.

Placing him on the bed, Dave worked quickly to undress Seb for bed. Pulling off his shoes were easy, but when it came to unbuttoning his jacket, that nearly got him killed. The moment his hands were on the coat, Sebastian pulled Dave into a fierce embrace.

"You are a great friend, Kuroki! No! Karvaski. CAR-OFF-SKI!"

"Alright, man, lemme go now."

"Noooo! I gotta . . . I gotta tell you a secret. A secret . . . nobody knows!"

Taking his chance, Dave pulled away, breaking free from the hug. He began snapping off buttons until they were none left. Pulling at the arms, Dave finally had it off. "Oh? And what's that?"

"I think . . . I got a girl . . . pregnant."

Dave stopped for a moment, before bursting out into sheer, hard laughter. "Yeah, okay Sebastian."

"Noooo! Listen to me. It was at a party and we were drunk. Dude, she's gay too! It was sooooo weird, but I think she might be carrying my baby!"

"Of course she is." Dave murmured, going along with whatever mumbo jumbo Sebastian was going on about. Grabbing the garbage, he placed it beside the bed. "You're gonna sleep here; I'll be downstairs on the couch. If you're gonna yak, there's a wastebasket right here. If you need anything, bathroom is down the hall, second on the right. Any questions?"

Dave waited, but got nothing but silence. Turning to the bed, Dave was greeted by a sleeping Sebastian. Half smiling, Dave tossed the blanket over Seb before grabbing the spare and heading downstairs. As he set up his makeshift bed, he couldn't help but to think about what Sebastian was saying. A gay guy getting a girl pregnant. It was crazy! But it wasn't just any girl. Sebastian said she was gay too. So a lesbian girl pregnant? That's just as strange! Unless. . . . No! Dave thought. It's impossible. Or is it? A private school kid, getting a lesbian pregnant. It couldn't be! Could it?

Dave groaned, punching his pillow until it was soft. It was late and he was tired. Whatever was going on could wait until tomorrow.