AN: Hey Everyone!

I'm so so sorry that I haven't updated in a long time.

Life got in the way. But I am back now! :)

Thank you for your patience.

And thank you to the new followers and people that support me and this story.

On to the story. Some time has passed and its now been two months into Sebastian's pregnancy.

I heard women''s hormones go crazy when they are pregnant so I decided to add that here. But since Sebastian isn't really female I decided to switch it up a bit. Now I don't really know what its like to be pregnant so please forgive me if I mess anything up.

Mickey, Dave, Kurt, Quinn and Blaine are in this chapter.

That's all I'll say for now. I hope you like this.

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Chapter 16

"Girl, you so silly!"

"I will scratch your eyes out!"

"Don't you mess with me girl!"

"Honey, don't step on my dress!"

"Are my breasts OK?"

Chitter-chatter like this was common on those weird Wednesday nights. As Sebastian drug them into Scandals, he didn't focus on those drag queens. Instead, he clung to Mickey, who clung to Quinn, who grasped for Kurt's hand, who desperately held Blaine's hand, and who knows who else came in with them. All they knew was that they were dragged to Scandals and they had very little choice. After all, a demanding Sebastian is one who gets what he wants.

As soon as they got past the security, the ticket booth, and the angry drag queens, they emerged into the world of small town gay bars. There wasn't much to Scandals. Drag queens, a lonely bartender, ordinary guys watching them, some weird, dark lighting, and even more drag queens who demanded their time. But Sebastian wouldn't take that. Oh no. He INSISTED on having a good time that night. And no one would know that it would become one of the most tense times of his life.

"What ARE we really doing here?" Quinn whined.

"Shut up." Sebastian ordered. "We're here to have a good time. And why shouldn't we? We're young, we're hot, we're…" he spotted a cute guy at the pool table, "horny."

"Uggghh…" Mickey groaned. "Beers, everyone?"

"YES!"

Then, he turned to Seb and whispered, "Not for you, of course."

Sebastian Smythe merely smiled and said, "Of course, my awesome, annoying, bullshitting, pushy, pain-in-the-ass, loving, fuck-up-my-life, friend!"

Mickey glared a little but turned towards the bar. Meanwhile, the drag show was set to get under way. He watched the spotlight and microphones being tested and could hear the mindless techno music thumping to a stupid beat that he didn't care about.

As he turned around, he took in his situation. Mickey was getting drinks, Quinn, Blaine, and Kurt found a big table for them all, and drag queens demanded this and that. A leatherman from the past sat near them and leered at them. The Knights of Columbus had gathered in the background and were chugging beers. Lights shone, music amplified, and a gay party was underway.

That's when Sebastian saw David Karofsky come into the bar…

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ONE HOUR EARLIER

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"Come onnnnnn!"

Mickey glared at him. "Are you serious? You seriously want to go to Scandals? When you're…?"

Seb glared. "Yes, I do." Then he turned his attention them all. "Don't you want to come with us?"

Quinn looked at Kurt. Kurt looked at Blaine. Blaine looked at anyone and no one could answer. Instead, it was Seb, of course, who came to the rescue.

"Yes! Who wouldn't want to go to Scandals?! I could use some…" and then, he obnoxiously thrusted his pelvis a little, "some action."

Only Mickey noticed Sebastian's two month-protruding belly and was instantly sickened.

"You're sick, you know that?" Mickey asked.

"Mickey, darling, light of my life," he began, placing his arm around his best friend. "You have to understand something. I'm a Smythe." He removed his arm and stood up straight. "You have to understand that my dad is the 'Rich Prick of Lima, Ohio' and my mother is the 'Rich Bitch of Lima, Ohio'. I have a," he smirked, "reputation to uphold."

His oily smile contrasted Mickey's annoyed scowl.

"Just don't mess this up, Seb." And with that, he turned around and informed everyone that they were going to Scandals and that if anyone wanted to go with them, they were welcome. From his distance, he saw the confusion on Quinn, Kurt, and Blaine. They all stared at the pregnant boy, but he just smarmingly smiled at them. After all, he was a Smythe.

The arrogant boy went to the fridge to get a glass of orange juice. It's funny when you grab a glass of orange juice. You don't often think of pulp, low-pulp, low-acid, low…anything, until it hits you. He poured himself a glass of whatever was in the fridge and downed it. Instantly, he regretted. He nearly regurgitated it in the kitchen sink and would've if it wasn't for the saving hands of his best friend cradling his belly.

He held the pregnant boy as he struggled through his spasms. Sebastian had to admit that the soothing hands of Mickey helped him through it and he hated that it helped. Regardless, no one wants to admit they're weak and Sebastian wouldn't tolerate that. But Mickey knew better.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?" Mickey venomously asked.

Sebastian turned around, wiping his mouth. "N-nothing. That orange juice just…wasn't ripe or anything."

"It's concentrated, you fool." The angry best friend said through gritted teeth. "That means it's fine. And you want to go out for your own selfish needs and you don't seem to give a SHIT about any of us right now!"

"Oh contraire!" Seb argued. "I do! I really do! I want you all to see me now in my element!"

Mickey marched right up to him and glared him directly in the eye! He whispered, "Are you trying to have twins?"

Sebastian smirked. "How can I? Isn't my male uterus closed?"

If there was ever a time when Mickey was even MORE angry, he couldn't remember when. And as he shot daggers into this pissy boy's eyes, all the spoiled brat could do was smile at him.

"I love you, Mickey."

"Fuck you."

"Thank you, but no. I'm good."

Mickey watched him dart around him and didn't exactly know what happened. And a curious thing happened right then. Just as he watched Seb approach his friends, encouraging them to be ready for Scandals, Mickey thought of Dave. And the one thing that angered him the most was that Dave was always MORE than capable of handling this spoiled brat of a rich kid.

A kid who was pregnant.

In the end, what could happen? It's not like Sebastian would have casual sex with someone at the bar…right? And it's not like he could pick up some disease…right? And it's not like any of them could run into any trouble…right?

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"Dave!"

The big boy turned around and was astonished to see Sebastian Smythe walking up to him with a genuine, golden, sweet smile.

"Seb! What are…?"

The secretly pregnant boy walked right up to him. "Welllllllll… I just wanted to have a nice evening. What are you doing here?"

Dave looked down for a moment. "I'm here for…Bear Wednesdays."

"Oh, that's right!" Seb loudly exclaimed. "After the drag show, it's Bear Wednesdays. And you always were a cute bear cub!"

Dave narrowed his eyes. "Are you drunk, Seb?"

"Oh no!" Sebastian said with smile. And then, he distractedly added, "I think it's orange juice or grapefruit juice or…"

Dave could barely see out of his eyes. "Why don't you sit down?"

Seb looked up and flashed an amazing, honest smile. "Why, thank you, Dave!"

Across the way, Mickey watched, green jealousy singing from his eyes. Dave sat beside him.

"So," Dave casually began, "how have you been?"

Everything about Sebastian changed so fast that Dave almost became sickened. "Oh, I'm fine, Dave! I'm just…" he took a sip of his drink and then scowled at it. "peachy, I guess." Seb set it down and Dave wouldn't take his eyes off him.

"Peachy, huh?" the bigger boy asked.

"Uh huh."

"Are you sure about that?

"Uh huh."

Across the bar, the drag queens were doing their routines. Kurt and Quinn were dancing, Blaine was ordering another beer, and Mickey couldn't have been glaring even harder at them. But amongst the two of them, they were sandwiched at the bar between older, younger, and scared gay men in Lima, Ohio were just trying to be themselves. Lights bobbed, sound throbbed, strangers groped other strangers' crotches, and you'd think there wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

Except Dave.

"So," the bigger boy began, "are you REALLY OK?"

Seb placed his hand over his heart, making sure his body was turned away from Dave. "Of course! I just…was bored and decided to come here. And besides! It's Bear Wednesdays! I always love to see," his eyes glanced at Dave's crotch and then back up to his eyes, "big guys dance."

Dave fought off the urge to roll his eyes but said nothing.

"And besides," Seb said, scooting a little closer on his bar stool, "I always liked it when you danced."

"Bears don't start," Dave began, taking a small step backwards, "until the drag show is over."

"I know," Seb began with that revolting Smythe Smirk, "but I can wait."

Dave looked at him like the kid was from Mars. "I'm gonna talk to my friends over here." He left.

"Who?" Seb called out.

"Anyone but you!" Dave said over his shoulder.

Instantly, Seb was furious and went after him!

"I'm just trying," Sebastian said, catching up to him, "to make conversation."

"No, you're flirting with me."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

Dave stopped at the fringes of the dance area. A beautiful ginger was performing and Dave focused all of his energy to her. Sebastian glared at him, ignoring those annoying, darting pains in his abdomen and sucking orange juice from his straw. The ginger drag queen was close to finishing and Dave pulled a dollar bill from his wallet. Sebastian watched as this big bear boy pushed a dollar bill in her waist and she obnoxiously shoved her fake breasts in his face. It didn't phase Seb one bit.

"Look, Dave." Sebastian began, "I'm only asking to," he wiggled closer to Dave, "remember the good times we had."

This time, the bigger boy did roll his eyes and turned to face him. But then, something unusual occurred to him. "Seb, why aren't you drinking?"

The question disarmed Sebastian and he quickly returned his Smirk. "Can't a guy watch his figure? Beer has so many calories."

Dave narrowed his eyes and started to return his attention back to the drag show. But as he turned, Seb gently clasped Dave's bicep and the bigger boy remembered how that used to feel from before.

"What, Seb?" Dave all but yelled. "You think we can just, I don't know, have fun tonight or something?!" All Sebastian did was smile. Dave frowned. "No thanks, Seb."

But the secretly pregnant boy persisted. "Remember the good times we used to have? Wanna feel that good again?" the hand that rested on the bigger boy's bicep snaked its way up to his shoulder. "We can have that again…"

Dave removed Seb's hand and got right in his face! "You broke my heart and you expect us to do IT again?!"

"Yes." Sebastian quickly answered.

"Do you love me Bas?"

Again, Sebastian halted. He wasn't prepared for this question either and completely forgot how important love really was to Dave. All around them, dollar bills were shoved into dresses, Mickey and the others looked like they wanted to leave, and that lone leatherman was now surrounded by a group of bears. Dave no longer wanted to dance with the other bears and was instantly disappointed in this slender boy who he once loved.

"That's what I thought, Sebastian." Dave coldly said and walked away. Seb followed him with his eyes for a second until desperation took over. That lone, creepy leatherman seemed interesting and he headed towards him. That's when Sebastian Smythe felt strong hands clasp his biceps and lead him towards the exit. Sebastian looked up and realized they belonged to Mickey. The others had already left the bar and wanted to go home.

Defeat. As they walked, Sebastian thought that defeat was only read about in war history. He hadn't really been shot down before and cold anger brewed in his heart. But an enormous pang of remorse coursed through him and even the strong support of his good friend couldn't really save him. Guilt then hit him and all he could do was come to a firm stop in Scandal's driveway.

"Come on." Mickey nastily ordered.

No response.

"Come on, Seb."

Again, no response.

Mickey sighed. "Seeeeeb… I don't know what's going on with you," he took a step closer and lowered his voice, "but you have GOT to take care of yourself. And throwing yourself at any john won't help anyone. Especially yourself." And then, he pointed at Seb's belly. "And the little one there."

"I know that!" he snapped.

"Then, why were you-?"

"Because…!" Sebastian turned away a little and spied the others standing outside Mickey's car. "I don't know. I guess…I just wanted a little of my old self again."

Mickey approached him and gently turned him towards him. "You will, Seb. You will."

Sadly, the pregnant boy looked up at him. "You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Yes, I do." Mickey confidently replied. "You can get what you want and," he again pointed at Seb's slightly protruded belly, "you can with him or her too."

Sebastian looked down and stroked his abdomen. One lone tear fell from his eye and suddenly there were the comforting hands of his best friend, the one who never let him down, gently stroking his shoulders.

"Let's go home." Mickey softly said.

"O-OK." Seb replied.

Slowly, the two troubled teenagers walked to their cars. Mickey kept his arm around the slender boy while Sebastian stroked his stomach. The pale moonlight cast them in an ethereal glow and the others piled in the car. Mickey and Sebastian were next and the passenger door was held open.

Then, the two heard a soft exclaim from across the parking lot. "Whaaaaat?!"

The boys looked up only to see the wide-eyed, shocked expression on Dave's face. Three pairs of eyes met but for only a second.

"S-Seb?" Dave asked, taking a hesitant step towards them.

As if running from a predator, Sebastian and Mickey got in the car and peeled out of the parking lot.

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AN: Soooooo, What do you all think? It's about time he knew right?... Right?

Let me know your thoughts. Please review. Please be kind. I'll TRY not to leave you all for so long. Have a nice day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3