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HI EVERYBODY! Just like I promised you ALL, this chapter is longer. And its a ROLLER COASTER RIDE of emotions. But we find out what happened with Sebastian...sort of. LOL!

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Now this chapter also deals with some homophobic hate. You've been warned! But its not that bad.

Also Dr. Lechuga is back. Lol :)

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Chapter 12

Lights. Bright lights. Sparkling lights.

Pungent smells that almost hurt his nose.

Waves of white. A hard mattress. A small pillow.

And the noise. Oh dear God the noise. He could see three shapes near him but that God-awful noise! He couldn't understand what was said. The voice was female and was going way too fast. With a little head roll and several blinks, the screeching sound brought his senses back to reality…

"-sands and thousands of dollars to this hospital! And how DARE you not tell me what the hell is going on here!"

"I can't, Mrs. Smythe." This voice was different. Masculine. Heavy Mexican accent. Somehow familiar. Despite his vision still being slightly blurred, Sebastian craned his neck to see Dr. Lechuga standing next to his mom. And someone else was there as well. Behind them was a man, silent as the grave.

"The hell you can!"

"Mrs. Smythe, HIPAA laws prevent me from discuss-"

"But he's a minor!"

"I know," Dr. Lechuga said, with patience straining in his voice. "I know. But even minors are protected by HIPAA laws. That's why I couldn't discuss this with you." And then, he voice lowered even further. "It would've been up to your son to discuss his…situation with you."

She looked down at Sebastian and darkly chuckled. "So, you're awake. My slut son is awake."

A flash of anger coursed through Sebastian. "Mo-!" And that's when a huge coughing fit hit him. Violent, desperate coughs consumed his body and a light blue, plastic cup was presented to him. Still coughing a little, he took the cup and looked up to see Dr. Lechuga, sadly smiling. Sebastian drank the water and it felt good on his parched tongue and throat. He wanted more.

Sebastian looked to the water container and extended his arm to reach it. Spots filled his vision and he shook his head a little. Dr. Lechuga took the cup from his hand and began to fill it. While Sebastian waited, he looked up towards the door. There was a window with white blinds covering it from top to bottom. But as he peered a little closer, he could've sworn he saw someone trying to look in, and then suddenly leave. It only concerned Sebastian for a moment until a second cup of water was in his face.

He greedily drank, even to the point of loudly swallowing and sucking the water in his mouth. And when he was done, he let the cup fall to his lap, watching little trickles of water fall on his hospital blanket.

"I'll bet you drank more than water that night."

"Mrs. Smythe!" Lechuga pleaded. "He's still not completely awake! Please give him time-"

"I'm awake." Sebastian grumbled. "I'm a-awake enou…enough to t-talk…now."

"I very much doubt it, Sebastian. You need more rest. You have more than yourself to think about…"

Mrs. Smythe nastily chuckled. "One in a million. One in a fucking million. One in a FUCKING MILLION!"

"Mrs. Smythe!" Lechuga yelled. "If you don't calm down RIGHT now, I will have to have secur-!"

"It's alright, Doctor."

All three turned to see that it was Sebastian who said this. And that's when he realized that man behind them was his father – cold, stoic, angry.

Angry. Oh so angry.

"Dr. Lechuga?"

"Si? I mean, yes?"

"What happened?"

Dr. Lechuga turned his arrogant self and put on the face of The Expert. Corrine folded her arms defensively and Mr. Smythe remained a statue.

"It looks like you had," the doctor paused for a second and then reached into his pocket for his notebook, "a mild case of Preeclampsia."

"Um, what?"

"Preeclampsia. It's somewhat frequent in first time moth-" he cleared his throat, "first time anyone gestates. Quite often, it results in high blood pressure, but there is a small number of moth-…expecting people to uhhh," he checked his notebook again, "have a sudden drop in blood pressure. Which is what happened to you."

"So," Sebastian began, turning towards him and now sitting up, "that's what's been happening?"

"What do you mean, 'been happening'?"

"Well, I've been having these painful, shooting cramps lately." He paused and looked to his mother. But she simply stared back at him. He didn't even bother to look at his father. "It's been happening for about two weeks now. It starts below my sternum and travels down," he pulled his finger straight down his slightly extended belly, "until it reaches-"

"I think we know, Sebastian!" Everyone turned to see Corrine, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. And then, her voice lowered a little, "perhaps it's for the best."

"Mrs. Smythe," Lechuga calmly began, "IF there are any complications with this…p-pregnancy, he should get further treatment. And when he-"

"There's only one treatment choice I can think of."

Silence. A light flickered above them. In the corner of Seb's eye, he thought he saw movement again behind the blinds. For the very first time, the heart monitor beeped faster. And faster. And faster.

"Sebastian," Lechuga said, leaning down towards him, "stay calm. Preeclampsia is worsened by stress. And you can't-"

"Stress?!" Sebastian roared. The heart monitor could've exploded. "Oh, let me talk to you about stress! I'm a boy and PREGNANT!" The Smythes shook a little. "My parents just found out and want me to abort the kid. My friends try to help some but they can't! I have more homework than should be legal! I have awful pains that KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT! I HAVEN'T EVEN TOLD THE OTHER GUY HE'S GONNA BE A FATHER! AND MY PARENTS FUCKING HATE-"

Loud sirens blared from the heart monitor and somewhere in the distance, another alarm sounded. Dr. Lechuga reached into his pocket for a small walkie talkie. He pressed the button just as Sebastian collapsed back on the bed.

"Cancel Code Blue. Cancel Code Blue. Patient out of H-2 danger. Repeat – cancel Code Blue."

Lechuga put the phone back in his pocket and leaned down towards him. "Are you gonna stay calm now, Sebastian?"

A long moment passed. The boy noticed that the Hispanic doctor was probably attractive when he was younger…until doctor arrogance killed his looks.

No muy guapo, Sebastian thought.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Is there any chance I could be misdiagnosed?"

Lechuga bolted upright. "I don't think so." He headed towards the door. "If you want a second opinion, get an obstetrician." He left. The door was flung open but it ever so slowly closed. Sebastian was almost afraid of the door coming to a close because that would mean he'd be alone with his parents.

And all too quickly, the door shut with a little 'clink'.

Sebastian took his eyes off the door and looked at his mother. Corrine took HER eyes away and looked at him.

Beep…beep…beep…beep…..

At least it was a steady, interrupting noise, which happened to be the only source of sound in the entire hospital room. In the corner of Sebastian's eye, someone AGAIN seemed to be trying their damndest to look in. And then, they vanished. Again. But Sebastian had bigger problems to deal with right then.

"So." Corrine coldly said.

"So." Sebastian echoed.

Mr. Smythe could've posed for the statue of David. He hadn't moved a muscle or said a word. He just angrily stared at his son.

Beep…..ep….…..beep….…beep…..

The heart monitor proved that Sebastian was surprisingly calm. This fact seemed to infuriate his mother.

"Who knew," she began pacing away from him, "that we had such a slut for a son?"

"Mom, stop."

"Oh no." She turned around, near the far wall. "You don't tell me what to do, boy. That is," she took careful steps towards him, "IF you're a boy."

"So…." Sebastian rubbed his hands together, "now you know."

"I know."

"Sooooo…..?"

She came to a stop near the foot of the bed and leaned forward with a so, so cruel smile. "You're getting an abortion, son."

"NO! No, no, no! I won't do it!"

"If you don't get one here," she began fixing her hair a little, "we'll ARRANGE one for you."

When a villain is trying to say something without saying it, you always have to read between the lines. And Sebastian clearly figured out that one day, he'd wake up from being roofied – and no longer pregnant.

"That will NOT happen…MOTHER!"

"Well," she looked towards her husband, "then you have two options, Sebastian."

"Oh? And what are-?"

"You take that…disgusting thing out of your body, or you leave our house…and our money."

"I never needed your money."

"Ohhhhhh Sebastian. Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian. You're soooooo young. What do YOU know of the real world and money? What will you do when you're out of money and you're going through garbage cans-?"

"I won't get an abortion, mother."

She looked down at her carefully manicured hands. "Well…then it's time to go, isn't it dear?" She looked over at her husband. He didn't move or say a word. But years of marriage taught her how to read a partner's body language and she knew his answer.

"Let's go, dear." She turned towards the door with Mr. Smythe following. "Oh! And Sebastian?" The pregnant boy looked up at them. "You know that new AIDS condition growing inside your body?" Exploding anger filled Sebastian's insides. "It'll get hungry…when you're out on the streets."

She opened the door and left. But Mr. Smythe remained, his back to his son.

"You're out of our lives forever." And then, he half turned back to his only child. "I wish you were never, ever, EVER, born."

He left. And right when the door closed, Sebastian fell forward on the bed. One hand was on his belly and the other was covering his eyes. He was alone – alone in a cruel, cruel world that could easily consume him. Tears exploded out of his eyes and his wails grew in volume.

That's when he felt a comforting arm across his back. Surprised, he looked up, hoping it was his mother, returned to apologize, to hold him like she did when he was young. But instead, he got the shock of his life.

David Karofsky.

"David!" Sebastian exclaimed, sitting up. He felt Dave's hand slowly slide along his back and off. "W-what are you doing here?" Sebastian quickly wiped tears away from his eyes.

"I got a call that you were in the hospital." Dave calmly replied. "I got here as soon as I could. But…"

"But?"

"Well…you, your parents, and that strange doctor seemed to be…arguing."

"That was you?!"

Dave half smiled, still standing by the bed. "Yeah, that was me."

Sebastian chuckled out loud. "You little stalker!" And without a second's thought, he reached for Dave's hand. And when he made contact, Dave jumped a little but then tried his best to relax into it. Sebastian's smile faded and he pulled his hand back to his lap. Deftly, he grabbed an unused pillow and covered his baby bump.

"I see," Sebastian began, a little harshly, "that you're still nervous when I try to hold your hand."

"I'm getting better, Seb." Dave quietly began. "I just need time."

"Time… Oh yes. Time. Don't we all need time…"

Dave's eyes narrowed a bit. Sebastian seemed a little pale and looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Dave subtly shrugged and grabbed a nearby chair, sitting down. He removed his McKinley letterman jacket and put it on the back of the chair. He didn't notice Sebastian watching him do this.

When that was complete, Dave scooted closer to the bed, the guiderails almost at eye level. He glanced at the heart monitor and followed the cord to the device on Sebastian's index finger. Then, his eyes drifted down to the pillow over Seb's abdomen.

"Do you…?" Dave began. Sebastian looked over at him. "Do you have…stomach problems?"

The pregnant boy subtly chuckled. "You could say that."

"What did the doctor say?"

"What? Just now?"

"Yeah."

Indeed. What DID the doctor say? What could Sebastian tell him? Should he tell him The Truth?

"He said that I need rest." Dave's eyes narrowed again. "And more tests. Probably from an obste-, I mean a specialist."

"But…I heard you passed out."

"Yeah."

"Stomach problems make you pass out?"

"They do with me."

Sebastian protectively placed his other hand over the pillow.

"Seb?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I see?"

"See what?"

"Your…stomach a-area."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because it hurts and I don't want anyone touching it unless they have to. Or they have an M.D. on their shirt."

Dave partially smiled. "I could write 'M.D.' on my shirt."

"Shut up."

"There it is!" Dave exclaimed, smiling. "There's that snarky Smythe side!"

Smythe. That word, that ONE word, quickly removed Sebastian's smile on his face. Dave quickly and easily figured it out.

"I'm sorry your parents were so awful to you."

"'Awful' isn't the word…"

Dave sympathetically looked at Seb and almost reached for one of his hands. But, of course, he held back, hating himself for it.

"Then, what would be the word?"

A shadow crossed beyond the blinds and came to a stop near the room's door.

"Cruel."

"Cruel?!"

"Yeah."

"But…why?! You're sick! And in the hospital!" Dave stood up, towering over the suddenly frail boy. "Seb, something else is going on. What is it?"

Sebastian, still lying down and holding the pillow over his stomach, looked him in the eye.

"Why do you care?" He softly asked. "I mean, we're not exactly frien-"

"I still…!"

Neither boy said another word. Had they been a bit more aware, they would've heard a sigh from the other side of the door. Suddenly, the very same door opened and Mickey blasted into the room! Completely caught off guard, Seb looked towards him while Dave took a step away. But Seb saw that Dave was partially in front of him.

"Mickey! What the hell is going on?!"

Dave took a couple of steps aside, allowing Sebastian's friend to be near him.

"Your parents, man!" Mickey exclaimed, coming to a stop exactly where Dave was a few seconds ago. "Your parents tried to BLOCK us from coming to see you!"

"Us?"

Dave asked. "What do you mean by 'us'?"

And as if on cue, Blaine and Kurt entered the room, angry expressions on their faces.

"What in sam hell," Sebastian asked, propping himself up on his elbows, "is going on here?!"

"Your parents!" Mickey and Blaine and Kurt said in unison. It would've been comical in any other situation. Of course, Dave had to hide a smirk.

"Well, if that's the case," Seb began, then turning towards Dave, "how did YOU get in here? And just what exactly did my parents do?!"

"I just hung around," Dave quietly said, "until they walked down the hall towards the Nurse's Station."

"The Nurse's Station!" Mickey exclaimed, angling his whole body towards Seb, "They were the ones who told me."

"Told you what?" Sebastian asked.

"They told us too." Kurt offered. "I couldn't believe it."

"I know!" Blaine said. "I've never heard of such a thing!"

"But did you see that one orderly?" Kurt asked. "The one in purple."

"Oh yeah!" Blaine said. "He kept flirting with us-"

"GUYS!"

Everyone turned to Sebastian. He was so exasperated by this insane conversation that he didn't even notice the pillow covering his belly fell to the side.

"What did my parents do?!"

Mickey quickly put the pillow back on Sebastian's abdomen. When it was placed, Seb looked up at Mickey and nodded. A look of relief passed between them and the pregnant boy looked to the three of them for answers.

Of course, Dave saw all of what just happened.

"Your parents…" Mickey began, but halted.

"I swear to God…if any of you say 'your parents' again, I'm gonna have to bitch slap all of you…except Dave."

Mickey shook for just a second before he said, "Your…! OK. Here's what happened. When I arrived at the Nurse's Station, I was told that…Mr. and Mrs. Smythe wouldn't allow 'sexual deviants' into your room."

The happy, boyish energy in the room completely vanished. Sebastian let his elbows drop and collapsed back on the bed. Dave watched him carefully while the other three complied with their horrible story.

"Us too!" Blaine angrily said. "We were told that we were on a 'sexual deviant' list and couldn't see you, Seb!" He faced Kurt and more shocking conversations were revealed. Mickey turned around from his spot and chimed in.

The three of them couldn't believe what happened to them. There was comfort in numbers and it was nice to see three of them coping with their surprise and anger.

Meanwhile, Sebastian's head fell to his left, away from them. He too was shocked and angry, but his was from a different point of view. His parents, his PARENTS, the ones who were supposed to comfort, protect, and love him now easily placed him in a 'sexual deviant' category.

Slowly, painfully, he turned his head back forward and was greeted with Dave's sympathetic face, partially smiling in support. It almost brought tears to Sebastian's eyes and Dave's eyes were glossy. They stared at each other with support and kindness. Painful memories haunted them and they just wanted it all to stop. But it couldn't. And Seb and Dave might as well have been alone together.

Finally, the other three stopped talking. Mickey had turned back around, quickly noticing the change in Sebastian. Immediately concerned, he threw a quick glance to Dave and then right back to the pregnant boy.

"You gotta get better and get outta here." Mickey said. He placed a supportive hand on Seb's shoulder and generated an incredibly kind smile.

"Thank you all." Sebastian quietly yet firmly said. "I mean it. Thank you ALL."

One by one, he looked at Dave's sympathetic face, Mickey's support, Kurt's empathy, and Blaine's…

Abruptly, Blaine was just quietly staring at him. There was something odd in Blaine's quiet stare that was unsettling.

The energy in the room shifted too quickly for Seb to deal with. He just stared at the ceiling, his mind shutting down, his receptors overloaded. Dave just watched him protectively, while the others watched with sympathy. But gradually, the room got to be uncomfortable for Dave. They were nice guys, but they weren't exactly close with him yet. He decided it was time to leave.

"Sebastian?" Dave quietly asked, killing the silence in the room.

He looked over at Dave. "Yeah?"

"I think I'm gonna take off."

Sebastian blinked at him. Twice. "Th-thanks for comin'."

"Of course."

And then, Dave took a couple of steps towards him as Mickey backpedaled out of his way. The jock firmly clasped Sebastian on the shoulder and eyes met. So much incredible support and compassion flowed between them and they didn't care who knew. Sebastian even produced an awkward version of the Smythe Smirk. Dave chuckled.

"Keep me posted." Dave whispered.

"I…I w-will."

One more gentle squeeze and Dave winked. Sebastian smiled. And then, the bigger boy turned towards Mickey.

"Thanks, Mickey." The other boy said nothing. "F-for calling me and telling me about Sebastian."

Mickey nodded and Sebastian stared at him with a mixture of emotions – wonder, anger, surprise, and finally, more anger.

Dave nodded to the others, and whisked out of the room. The door took its good, ol' sweet time closing. But finally, it did.

The others turned toward Sebastian. Mickey resumed his previous place and Kurt approached him too. Only Blaine remained where he was, just dispassionately staring at him. Sebastian looked at him.

"You know, don't you?" Seb asked. Blaine nodded. "Ohhhhhh, KURRRRT!"

"I had to, Sebastian!" Kurt wailed. "I mean, we have no secrets between us! And I thought he could also help." He took a step towards the pregnant boy. "I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing."

Sebastian took this all in and then looked at Mickey.

"Kurt might be right, you know." He contributed.

Suddenly, a nurse came in with a metal clipboard. All of the boys took a few steps back. Abruptly, she walked up to him and removed the heart monitor from his finger and then shut it off. Then, she walked over to his closet, grabbed his clothes and flung them on the bed.

"Mr. Smythe?" she harshly asked. Sebastian nodded. "Your parents were very insistent that they would not pay for your hospital stay. They…" Her lips were pursed and she couldn't look at him. "They insist that you 'get the hell out of here'. As soon as possible."

And there it was. The final nail in the coffin. His parents cut him out of their house and out of their lives. It was official.

Sebastian had no parents. Sebastian was homeless. Sebastian was pregnant. Sebastian had…nothing.

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AN: Oh man...Poor Sebastian. :(

Thank God for friends right?

What do you think of Dave here? Is he a friend? I know some of you wanted more interaction with him and Sebastian. So I hope this makes you guys happy. :)

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More to come... Have a Nice Day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3