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In this chapter we finally see a little confrontation. And we see more of Mickey too. That's all I'll say on that.

Song is "Here Comes The Sun" by The Beatles.

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Chapter 17

Days passed.

Sebastian was reminded of the childhood game of hide and seek. When he was a kid, he enjoyed it. He loved the freedom of hiding and running back to base before he could get caught. His parents didn't always like him coming back home with dirty designer clothes, but what parent does? Years of playing that game taught him something important – you can run but you can't hide…forever.

The days at McKinley High School made him think he was a spy. He was surprised and a little baffled that Mickey's mom let him transfer to McKinley. Sebastian thought Mickey must've pressed the issue pretty firmly and maybe even used money as a catalyst for her approval. Nevertheless, Sebastian hid his relief and liked his company. Mickey unwittingly helped him, looking out for Dave here and there. Sebastian relied on his spy work to make sure the bigger boy wasn't anywhere nearby. Times they passed each other in the halls disappeared and Sebastian was never really sure if Dave was watching him from afar. Predator and prey, as Sebastian thought of it, just didn't seem to have as much effect on him as it should. Mickey was the one that reminded him that Dave hadn't really tried to approach him. But Sebastian just wanted to avoid him regardless.

He could've thought this was a game.

He should've ended the game.

He should've ended the game SOONER.

He didn't realize how this effected Mickey.

And worst of all, he didn't realize how this affected him.

Day by day, Sebastian's alarm would go off and a soft groan would escape his mouth. He would pull the covers off and see his two and a half month baby bump staring back at him. Laboriously, he would pull himself to a seated position, but leaning back a little for the first time out of physical necessity. He would stare at his Tommy Hilfiger shirt and designer jeans, wishing he didn't have to wear the oversized shirt. The designer jeans would soon become a problem and he hated it.

Life was rather difficult for Sebastian these days. His mornings started like this. He couldn't rely on caffeine anymore to perk him up. He had darting pains in his belly unexpectedly. He craved weird things like peanut brittle and sushi. There were times when he would be staring at the sociology teacher and she would go blurry.

And the trips to the bathroom. Sebastian must've gone at least twenty times a day. He didn't even WANT to think about how often he went in the evenings or the nights. Bladder relief was becoming a problem and he wondered if this thing growing inside him was damaging his prostate. And every great now and then, he would reconsider his decision to carry this child to term.

But he could forgive himself for that. What he couldn't forgive himself for was how depressed he was. Hour by hour, class by class, he struggled all the time. He kept up his appearances to the others in New Directions, but Mickey knew better.

One day, Mickey approached Sebastian in the choir room. Classes hadn't started for the day and he was a little surprised that the pregnant boy was sitting there all alone. Mickey called out to him from the door but Sebastian didn't respond. Sensing something was seriously wrong, he slowly approached his best friend and sat down beside him. Mickey peered his head near Seb's shoulder and could see that Sebastian was looking at sheet music.

"What's that?" Mickey asked.

Sebastian didn't respond at first. Instead, he turned his head towards his best friend. Eyes met for the briefest of moments until the former rich kid dropped his head on Mickey's shoulder. Completely surprised, Mickey's eyes widened but let the poor kid rest his head. Sebastian felt his baby bump, Mickey considered putting his arm around him, and no one spoke.

No one cried either.

"It's just some sheet music," Sebastian quietly explained, "to some old and dated song."

"Which song?" Mickey softly asked.

Sebastian scratched his cheek and then returned his hand to his belly. "It's 'Here Comes The Sun' by the Beatles." Then, he sat upright and embarrassingly smiled at Mickey. "I know. Stupid, huh?"

"Not at all. I think it's cool."

Sebastian looked at him like he didn't quite believe him and half-smiled. "Well, it makes me feel better for some strange reason. Like when we were with the Warbl-"

The boy stopped. Mickey looked at him sympathetically. Classes would start soon and there wouldn't be enough time for the boy to tell Sebastian how much he wanted to help, wanted to take away the pain, wanted to reassure his best friend how much he would support him and the baby. There was so much to say and not enough time. There's never enough time.

Mickey looked back at the sheet music. He read the treble clef notes and sung a little in his head. That's when the invisible light bulb went off in his head. He couldn't believe he hadn't considered this idea sooner.

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The very next day was Friday. Smiles widened at 3PM on this day all the time. Even teachers seemed a bit lighter than usual. After all, a two-day weekend is always good. Now, if only there was a cure for the jetlag-like Mondays…

Glee rehearsal ended and everybody scattered to the winds. Everyone except Sebastian. A rigorous day of school was becoming more and more of a challenge to get through physically. He found himself breathing hard from time to time and his concentration level wasn't what it used to be. He rifled through his backpack and sorted it. He had geometry and English homework that weekend. His sheet music was neatly tucked in a side pocket and pre-natal vitamins were in the other. He sighed again, noting how much his life had changed so quickly.

Slumping further in his chair, he let his left hand rest on his forehead, the other on his belly. Those damn darting pains were back again and he hated how miserable he was.

His eyes drifted towards the piano, noting the late afternoon sun creating little prison bars of light on the back. Sebastian thought he was in his own prison. Trapped in a cruel world where a one in a million chance of male pregnancy rested on his spoiled brat shoulders. His mind drifted into the absolute nothingness of existence that had no equal. The peripheral vision clouded and then finally, blackened. He had no real thoughts then. Swallowed in the black hole of self-absorption, he couldn't feel.

He couldn't really hear.

He could barely see.

Shadows upon shadows upon shadows of pure Sheol ripped apart his world in a peaceful, hollow form of existence that Sebastian was suddenly unable to pull out of…

That's when a small light formed in the left side of his shadow. He blinked. He blinked again. And then he noticed his peripheral vision was picking up someone at the doorway of the choir room.

Mickey Saldino.

Light flooded back and Sebastian smiled! He smiled in wonder at Mickey and couldn't believe what he was seeing. When darkness threatens to consume you, you often think you'll never recover.

"Mickey! What are you doing back here?"

The suddenly cocky Italian strutted in. But instead of responding, Mickey suddenly produced a velvety voice…

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,

And I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Sebastian laughed out loud! And all the while, the crooner began his slow advance towards the pregnant boy who couldn't stop smiling! Darkness firmly in the past, Sebastian just shook his head in reluctant admiration as his best friend, this goofy guy, this talented singer kept going.

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,

And I say it's all right

It's all right

The last of the lyrics were sung practically in Sebastian's face. He could've kissed Mickey right then and there! The gratitude burst from the brat's heart but he was hardly likely to tell him that. Mickey flashed a golden smile and stood back up straight. And Sebastian looked up at him.

"At least," Seb said with his trademark smirk, "it wasn't 'Mary Poppins'."

Mickey smiled, taking a step back. "Yeah, you're lucky. But I wouldn't do that to you again." Then, he leaned forward with a devilish smile. "Or would I? Ahahahaaa!"

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, smile firmly on his face. "Knowing you, you fucking brat, I wouldn't know!"

"Fuck you!"

"Thanks, did that already."

Mickey grinned, heartwarmed by the bro-like banter and the sunlight bouncing off his best friend's blonde hair. He could see Sebastian struggling a little with pain or discomfort or something but that didn't stop him from trying to make his friend feel better. Nor should it.

"Well," Mickey began, "are you ready to go?"

"Not quite."

Sebastian tried to lean over to grab his bookbag, but a sudden pang hit his abdomen and he nearly doubled over! Mickey leapt into action. He stooped to grab the bag when he felt Sebastian's arm firmly stop him.

"I got it, Mickey."

Exasperated, the standing boy looked at his friend and sat down beside him. Sebastian apologetically smiled at him. The sun dipped lower in the sky and there were no more prison bars on the piano.

"I just…" Seb began, wiping his brow, "I just need a minute."

"Alright."

They sat there in companionable silence for a bit. Mickey brushed some of his dark hair past his ear and goofily smiled at Sebastian. The pregnant boy rolled his eyes but grinned anyway. No conversation, no jokes, no chatter. Just two boys who knew how to be comfortable with one another and no one could take that away. Mickey looked down at his right thigh and noticed Sebastian's left thigh was shaking a little. He almost grabbed Seb's thigh to help stabilize it but suddenly looked away instead.

"Listen, Seb…"

He turned towards Mickey. "Yeah?" He bit his thumbnail, waiting for Mickey to talk.

"I just…"

Sebastian smirked. "Never thought you'd be tongue-tied, you brat."

Mickey turned his head away. "You're the brat, you brat."

"So, what's on your mind?"

Now, it was Mickey's turn to bite a thumbnail. He abruptly turned to face him. "Look, these past few wee-, no months, I've been thinking about something."

"What?" Seb asked, looking through his backpack for his ipod.

"Well…" the Italian boy appeared nervous as he waited for Sebastian to settle. But the pregnant boy didn't. And all Mickey could do was sit there. But Sebastian finally heard nothing and looked over at him.

Mickey's face was stricken and blank. Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows.

"Mickey? What's going on?"

The poor boy unnecessarily cleared his throat. "You see, all this time, I've wanted to tell you something. Something…important. And…" he scratched his jaw. Then his chin. Then his jaw again. And Sebastian, ever the snobby brat, was growing impatient.

"Spit it out!" Sebastian implored.

"I just think we've become the best of…f-friends. Especially since your amazing news."

"Uh huh. Amazing."

"No, really! I mean…" Mickey looked away and whispered, "You have no idea how amazing you are."

Sebastian flashed him a look. "You're kidding, right?"

Just as Mickey opened his mouth to say something, Sebastian interrupted. "Speaking of amazing, I have this new song I want you to hear."

Mickey closed his eyes and mouth.

"So," Sebastian began, shifting his weight a little towards the silent boy, "I'm thinking about playing this song when I tell Dave I'm pregnant."

Mickey's eyes shot open! "What?!"

Sebastian looked at him and saw the concern. "No, no, no. I'm not telling him he's the father. I'm just going to clear the air that I, in fact, AM pregnant."

The Italian looked at him like he was insane. "What? Why?"

"Well," Sebastian started, fiddling with the cord on his ipod, "I know him. I know he's probably concerned. What he heard at Scandals will probably eat at him and drive him crazy." And then he softly added, "I know it would me." Mickey said nothing.

But outside in the hallway, soft footsteps slowed down and eventually came to a stop.

"Besides," Sebastian added, "I know it's the right thing to do. He's a good guy and he might be helpful in someway."

"Are you sure?" Mickey carefully asked.

Surprisingly, Sebastian placed his hand on Mickey's, who took it gratefully. The person outside saw this too.

"Absolutely, Mickey. You are really, really too good for me. And I'm really happy you're here."

Astonished, Mickey just reached over and held him. Sebastian struggled to turn his arms around him but did it anyway. When he extended his arms, further proof that yes, indeed, men can get pregnant was revealed when his distended abdomen was exposed.

The interloper stared, eyes wide.

Finally, the awkward hug ended and they stared at each other.

"I told you, you were amazing, Seb."

"Right back at ya', Mickey."

Together they stood up, ready to face the evening and a weekend full of stupidity, wasted time, dumb television programs, and songs listened to for the thirteenth time. Regardless, they were the best of friends and they were developing their own with New Directions.

And as they turned towards the door, the interloper turned and fled down the hall. Mickey and Sebastian turned right and didn't even see him. If they had turned left, they would've seen David Karofsky fleeing away from them.

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He found himself in the unlikeliest of places. When he left McKinley the following Monday, he couldn't believe he was walking towards the football stadium. With glee rehearsal done, he knew the football team would be done too. He passed jocks, cheerleaders, even members of the marching band, who all pretty much ignored him. He smiled darkly, knowing that in a month or two, EVERYBODY would notice him.

He squeezed through the fence and walked towards the homestands. The 4,000 capacity stadium was one of the biggest in Lima and was home to many school and community functions. The scoreboard was a state-of-the-art piece that even generated simple graphics. The yardlines were straight, the press box heated, and everything about the stadium spoke of popularity and stature.

And Sebastian could've cared less.

He rested his weary body on the first row of bleachers. Behind him were the stadium locker rooms. He stared out into the world of sports, where most of the guys who played those dumb games didn't have to confront their former boyfriends about being pregnant. Or even breakup with their boyfriends. So, he rehearsed the words he would use to tell David Karofsky once and for all what he deserved to know.

But as Sebastian considered what to say, he wondered if Dave REALLY did need to know. Is it right to hold something like this a secret? When you're a teenager, questions like this are harder to understand and accept. He wondered just what a life would be like where he wouldn't tell Dave his biggest secret. Besides the pregnancy, of course. He chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

Sebastian whirled around and there Dave stood just a few feet away, football bag over his shoulder, apprehensive look on his face. His red letterman jacket hung on his shoulders and the setting sun behind him almost put him in shadow. But Sebastian couldn't ignore that hesitant stance. He knew when Dave was concerned and confused.

"Hi Dave." Sebastian said, rather subdued. He slowly got off the bleacher, noting that David was watching his every move. Finally, after a little work, Sebastian was upright, looking up into hazel eyes only a couple of feet away from him. The rest of the team and coaches were all gone. They were completely alone.

Dave stared at him for a long moment before asking, "When were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"Don't…" Dave painfully began. "Just…don't, OK?" He even held his hand up like a traffic cop.

"Dave, I…"

The bigger boy, who suddenly didn't look so big, said, "I see."

"No, you don't!"

"Then tell me, Seb!" Dave yelled, taking a step towards him. Then, he softly said, "You're pregnant."

Sebastian Smythe, the rich brat of Lima, Ohio, the spoiled pain in the ass, the crass, annoying, arrogant, intelligent, secretly sweet boy, let a tear fall down his cheek and nodded.

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AN: So he FINALLY knows the truth. I know a few of you have been patiently waiting for this EXACT moment. I hope I didn't dissapoint you all. So what did you think? What do you think about Mickey? Poor guy. ,:(

Thank you for reading. This is JUST the beginning. More to come. Let me know your thoughts.

Have a nice day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3