If I Fell Chapter 4: Nervous, a glee fanfic

Note from the author: I deeply apologize for not updating this story in a long time! Let's just say that personal things became a hassle and needed to be tamed down. I promise to try updating sooner and sooner so we can find out what happens in the end of the story. Once again, thank you for reading and supporting this story! This next chapter is a little chatty, but I think it'll show some fun interaction between Sebastian and Sugar. Hope you enjoy! :)

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just… Getting closer to you."

"Um… Okay, then."

"…"

"Rory, you're doing it again."

"I just want be… Really close with you."

"…"

"How about we watch a movie, instead?"

Sebastian slipped his arms into the sleeves of his cardigan and tugged at the bottom of shirt, making sure that his outfit was straight and nothing seemed out of place. He quickly put his boots on, tying his laces faster than the bunny can even notice that his ears had been tied, and headed his way out of his room.

As he made his way down the hall, he passed by his father's office, noticing that the door was slightly open. From the slight glance inside, Sebastian could see that his father was neatly placing stacks of paper into a suitcase.

The curious son lightly knocked on the door, slowly opening it and stepping inside. His father continued to pack his work, not even flinching to give any sort of attention to his son.

"Where are you going?"

"The better question is," his father aligned his pens neatly in one of the suitcase pockets and sealed it shut. "Where are you going?"

Sebastian didn't enjoy having the question thrown back at him without receiving an answer for his yet, but he knew not to defy his father. He replied, "I'm going to a store."

His father continued shuffling papers and folders around his desk. Sebastian waited for him to say something.

"There's a new case I have to take care of in Cleveland," his father finally began to explain when he realized his son wouldn't leave. "Some guy has been dealing drugs and one of his new co-workers that moved back to their homeland in the United Kingdom isn't splitting the amount properly and… Well, it's complicated and, in my opinion, a very tedious case that doesn't need as much attention as he is demanding it to have… But he's asking for my help, which I do not know how to give… I don't even know how he found me…"

Sebastian didn't find anything interesting about the case, but he allowed his father to continue ranting before leaving. With both his father and Sugar gone, Sebastian was finding these days to be the most peaceful his entire summer.

The place that Sebastian was headed to was actually recommended by Tina; a small place in Lima called Between the Sheets is the resort for all of the music scores the New Directions would always go to for all of their musical numbers and, although the raunchy name was probably just to grab attention, Sebastian thought that it seemed the perfect place for him to find inspiration for new Warbler performances.

He entered the music shop not knowing what to expect, but the closeness of the walls and the rows and rows of scores and old records that seemed so untouched that they were collecting dust seemed quite… endearing to him. Sebastian didn't know where to start, so he turned to the closest rows of sheets near him and began to leaf through the collection.

Copies of Hey Jude, Hold Me Tight, Honey Don't, Honey Pie, and more were all neatly placed together alphabetically, and when Sebastian realized that he was probably in the section for all music by The Beatles, a small smile couldn't help but form across his face as he remembered the day when Sugar ruined his outing with Karofsky…

"Ahhh… How do you do what you do to me? I wish I knew."

Sebastian looked up at the source of the voice, now focusing his attention on styled, yet messy, blonde locks under a fedora and a pair of blue eyes hiding behind thick-framed glasses. Who the hell is this guy..?

"If I knew how you do it to me," the stranger continued reciting. It took Sebastian a while to notice that the music sheet he had stopped on was The Beatles' How Do You Do It. This was becoming incredibly cheesy to Sebastian and he wasn't sure if he was portraying the unamusement clearly enough for the other to understand. "I'd do it to you."

The stranger never did suspect Sebastian unenthusiasm toward his advances. Sebastian could already tell that the stranger was inching closer and closer to him in an uncomfortable way. Although Sebastian always found entertainment in flirtatious actions, it always felt wrong when it was coming from people he didn't find attractive and, dare he say, felt even more terrible now that he was engaged and that his fiancé was away in a different country.

"Let me guess," Sebastian pushed the scores together and turned his body towards the stranger, directing his attention to him just as the stranger desired. "You're the type who likes to stalk around this store everyday until you find someone new and physically appealing, such as myself, and then you approach them with some clichéd line to get their attention in attempt to enter some sort of relationship, no matter how quick or unattached it may be, so you can brag about it to all your friends and you don't have to hear any more insults about that unfashionable fedora sitting on your head because everybody is too amazed that little boy blew actually had the balls enough to come up to strangers like a creep and intrude into their life."

Sebastian told himself that he would stop rudely speaking to people he didn't even know, especially people like this who think they could steal his heart with an overused approach stolen from an 80's romance movie, but he just couldn't help himself sometimes.

"That 'little boy blew' is actually named Chandler," the stranger replied without a single shake in his voice. Sebastian mentally commended him for his persistency. "And you're right for the most part… But I would only do that if I knew for sure that 'someone new' would give me their number."

Sebastian smirked at his reply. Sugar was in Ireland and his father had just left to go to a city that was a couple hours away.

It wouldn't hurt to have a little fun.

The ear-splitting scream that screeched through the Smythe household was one that Sebastian had never heard before. It would make sense that a scream like that would occur when a lady would arrive back from her travels to Ireland days earlier than planned and she would open the door to her fiancé's room and find her fiancé lying in his bed with only his boxers on, clothes sprawled all across the floor, and another shirtless, nervous-looking man in the room.

But still, neither Sebastian nor Sugar was prepared for a scream like that to come out of Chandler.

Sugar stared at the scene in front of her with too much confusion to comprehend. "Honey… I'm home?"

Chandler immediately grabbed a shirt that was on the floor and held it tight to his chest, both Sebastian and Sugar can see that his grip was so tight that he might had ripped his own clothing, and he ran out the door. Sebastian could only sit up from the bed and call down the hall as they could hear Chandler's footsteps scrambling towards the front door, "I think that means I win!"

"Huh." Sugar crossed both arms as she took a seat next to Sebastian on his bed. "I leave for a couple days and I come home to my naked fiancé with another man… You know, this would drive most women into hysteria."

"But I'm not naked," Sebastian indicated to his striped boxers by pulling on the band far enough for Sugar to hear the snap when he released it and let it hit his skin. "And you said you were going to be gone for five days… You left two days and you're already back. Plus let's face it, you're not like most women."

Sugar didn't notice the charming smile that Sebastian purposely added to the end of his sentence. She instead fell backwards on the bed, letting her hair spread around under her head on the sheets. With one arm she covered her eyes and dramatically moaned, "Don't talk logic so much to me—I'm jetlagged."

"That's what you get for suddenly deciding to go to Ireland, and then coming back in two days."

Sebastian copied Sugar and also fell backwards on his bed next to her. He brushed a hand through his hair and then placed both of his hands under his head for support as he stared into the ceiling. Sugar removed her arm from her face and looked at Sebastian from the corner of her eyes. "Aren't you going to put your clothes back on?"

"Nope," He closed his eyes. "It's too hot."

"It's too hot?" Sugar scoffed at what he said. "I just came back from Ireland where it apparently can't afford to pay Mother Nature to do anything else but rain, and then come back to Ohio where the weather is actually sunshiney like it's supposed to be during the summer, and you say it's too hot?"

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders from where he laid, causing his biceps to flex more than they already were. "You can take your clothes off, too, you know."

Sugar made a disgusted face at his comment, almost as though she could imagine the amount of cooties she would get from Sebastian if she were to. She stayed as she was with all of her clothes on, lying down on the bed next to Sebastian.

"So why were you and him naked?"

"Becaaaaause…" Sebastian dragged out that word, a habit he realized that he was developing from Sugar. It was becoming almost like a disease to him. "We were playing a game."

He yawned out loud. When Sugar realized that he might had been falling asleep right there, she sat back up on the bed and nudged him awake. "What kind of a game requires you two to take off your clothes? And what do you even win from that?"

Unhappy that he was forced to wake up, Sebastian also sat up on his bed, turning his body to face Sugar as he continued their conversation. "Have you ever heard of a game called Nervous?"

Sugar shook her head.

"Figures," he rolled his eyes. "I made that game up when I was like, fourteen."

Sebastian purposely mentioned the young age he was when he invented the game, just as he usually does when he introduces the game in order to impress and raise interest in those around him. Sugar just stared at him with her round, dark eyes, patiently waiting for him to continue. She was too curious about the game to be impressed by his sexual activities during his younger years.

"Basically the game is that you don't want to be the one called nervous," Sebastian explained in simple words so that it was easier for Sugar to understand. "So you purposely do things that would cause the other person to become nervous."

"So you take your clothes off?"

"That's what I do, especially with guys like… That guy you saw earlier."

"Who was that?"

"Charlie… Charlotte… I can't remember his name."

The look in Sebastian's eyes told Sugar that he wasn't lying. He didn't seem the kind to remember things like that anyways.

"He approached me, acting like he wanted to get in my pants," Sebastian shrugged his shoulders again, nonchalantly talking about the stranger from earlier. "So I tested to see if he really did."

Sugar repeated once more, "So you take your clothes off?"

"Well, I usually strip myself down to my boxers because most of the time that pressures the other person to as well," Sebastian was beginning to wonder which part of the game Sugar was most interested in. "But as you can probably tell from what you walked into… That guy couldn't handle the pressure and was too nervous to go any further."

"Oh."

Sugar pressed her lips together and continued to stare at Sebastian as though he had more to say.

But he didn't. So the two of them continued to sit on the bed in silence, facing each other, green eyes gazing into dark eyes, and dark eyes gazing into green eyes, both searching for answers to questions that neither would ever understand.

For a while, they had forgotten that Sebastian was only in his boxers.

Sugar lay back down on his bed, scooting upward so that she could rest her head on his pillow. Sebastian remained sitting on the bed, now bringing his legs onto the bed so that he could sit with them criss-crossed as he watched Sugar.

"So why'd you come back from Ireland so early?"

She rose a hand in the air and waved it as though the question was lingering in the air and she wanted to shoo it away. There was another moment of silence that caused Sugar to want to fall asleep, until she noticed how uncanny the silence seemed and looked up to find Sebastian still waiting for an answer.

Sugar didn't feel like sitting back up, so she continued to lay down on his bed. "Becaaaaause…" she did her signature word stretch. Sebastian smiled at the sound of it. "Sure it was fun hanging out in the hotel room that he checked out for us—"

"You two were in a hotel room?"

"Well, he said that his family farm was going under some renovations—"

"You two were in a hotel room?"

"He said that he didn't want me sleeping somewhere bad—"

"You two were in a hotel room?"

"Yes, we were in a hotel—"

"You two were in a—"

"Well, you were taking off your clothes with some stranger in your own bedroom!"

Sebastian pressed his lips together and had to admit that Sugar had a point. He stopped the jealousy inside of him from escaping any further and allowed Sugar to continue.

"And well," Sugar grabbed the pillow beside the one her head was laying on and wrapped her arms around it. "He was trying to get really close to me, but I didn't want to…"

She expected Sebastian to cut her off once more, but he didn't. She continued to squeeze the pillow around her arms as another silence began to linger between the two.

That was, until Sebastian asked another question. "Why not?"

"Becaaaaaaause…"

Another silence.

There was no follow up after that and as Sugar began to hide her face behind the pillow she was hugging. Sebastian couldn't help but have a smile begin to form on his face. He could just sense the heat radiating off of her now reddened face, even behind the pillow, and he wondered if she knew that her reaction told it all. Sebastian decided to play along with this game, or rather, began to play the new game with Sugar. He stopped sitting on his bed to begin crawling towards the top where Sugar was.

Feeling the bed begin to move, Sugar took the pillow off of her face. "What are you do—"

Her sentence was cut short by a quick inhalation of air she did in shock. She removed the pillow off only to reveal Sebastian with his hands on either side of the bed next to her shoulders and his face only a few inches away from hers. From the short distance between them, Sugar was now barely able to notice the different greens that the light would create in his eyes, the angles that his chiseled face was framed with, the details in every strand of his chestnut hair…

"Were you two this close?"

Every word he said was followed by a warm breath, an odd yet pleasant smell of mint and lemon to Sugar's senses. She could feel her heart beginning to beat louder and louder, yet her own breath was cut too short for her to say anything. Sugar was beginning worry if her own heart beats could be heard by Sebastian, but that fixed look his eyes had with hers told her that even if he could hear it, it wasn't what he cared about. Unable to answer his question, Sugar slowly shook her head in reply.

Sebastian's eyelids slowly dropped so that he was now staring at Sugar with a look that made her insides feel like they were melting. Sugar didn't even expect Sebastian to be capable of doing that. Time felt like it was either moving slower, or faster; whatever it was doing, it was causing the tension between the two of them to feel too surreal to Sugar. Her eyes travelled down from looking into Sebastian's eyes to looking at his lips, and then her eyes widened when they realized that his lips were suddenly moving closer and closer to hers. The small distance between the two of them was closing even more now. Unknowing what to do next, Sugar closed her eyes and placed her trust in Sebastian.

He kissed her, a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, and lifted his face off of hers too see her reaction. Sugar opened her eyes once more, returning that look that Sebastian was using to stare at her. Sebastian lifted one of his hands and brushed a strand of hair from her face. He leaned towards her once more, but brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered in a low voice, "Sugar… Are you a virgin?"

The blush Sugar had powdered onto her cheeks suddenly became slightly darker, and Sebastian tried his best to hide another smile growing on his face.

"It's alright… You can tell me."

At this point, Sugar was willing to tell Sebastian everything he wanted to know. She opened her mouth as though she was going to answer, but still unable to have her voice return, she bit the bottom of her lip in shame. Dark eyes stared back into green eyes, placing all fear away, and Sugar slowly nodded her head in reply.

"Well… That explains everything."

Sebastian rolled off from above Sugar and laid back down on the space next to her. Sugar remained as she was, confused, lying on her back with her arms wrapped around the pillow. The tension between her and Sebastian, whatever it was that happened there, was gone in an instant and she couldn't accept that.

She sat up on the bed and stared at Sebastian with a look of aghast. Her voice suddenly returning back to her, rang with that shrill that could only belong to Sugar. "What?"

Sebastian moved off his bed and stood next to it, stretching his arms above his head. He ignored Sugar and bent down to pick up his pants off the floor to place them back on. Sugar threw the pillow she held onto right at Sebastian, causing him to stumble, but managed to catch himself before falling backwards. "Really?" she pouted unhappily. "That's it?"

Trying not to laugh, Sebastian continued pulling his pants over his legs and buttoning them. "I'm not going to get any further with you."

"And why not?"

"I don't have any protection on me right now—a shotgun wedding has to be the tackiest thing ever and I don't want to be a part of that."

"But we're in your room. You should have some stashed in your drawer or something!"

"I used them all."

"You… You… You sex crazy."

"You're welcome."

"But… But I still want to… Go downstairs and get a Ziploc or something so we can continue!"

The pillow that was thrown at Sebastian earlier was now thrown back at Sugar. "You're sick." Sebastian said, trying to hide the laughter in his voice. He picked his shirt off the floor and began to slip his arms through the sleeves. "You do not know how uncomfortable that will be for me… And you."

Sebastian had thrown the pillow a little too hard at Sugar for it caused her too almost fall off from the bed. But Sugar somehow caught herself before she could fall backwards. She picked the pillow back up and threw it once more at Sebastian, trying to throw it harder than she did last time. "What if I paid you?"

But her attempt failed for this time Sebastian caught the pillow with his hands before it could hit him, managing to finish putting his shirt back on all the way before the attack. "I'm not a prostitute." He stated as he found his socks and put them back on. "Besides, I already have money… And between the two of us, I think most people would think that you're the prostitute with a name like yours."

Sugar huffed after his comment and crossed her arms. She couldn't think of any retort to return, so she continued to watch Sebastian put his cardigan and boots back on from where she sat. He still held onto the pillow and began to walk out of his room. With a sudden feeling of excitement and hope, Sugar sat up straight and smiled, "Are you going to get the Zip—"

Sebastian threw the pillow back at Sugar, unintentionally hitting her right in the face and causing her to fall backwards on the bed before finishing her sentence. "No. You're sick." Sebastian repeated once more. "Besides, you're 'jetlagged'. You should get rest, not letting me cause you to not walk properly anymore than you already can't."

She took the pillow off her face and gave Sebastian an unhappy stare. He saw that stare before leaving his room, and gave a deep sigh of defeat. "Look at it this way, you technically won your first game of Nervous," he tried to reason out which, of course, worked because a bright look suddenly shined in Sugar's eyes and made that unhappy look completely disappear. "So I'm going to get us drinks. What do you want? Do you want lemonade or lemonade? I made it with that one guy earlier."

"I want it a strawberry banana smoothie."

"Good choice. I'll get us two glasses of nice, cold lemonade."

"You're so mean—"

"Isn't it great that I love you—"

"And a liar… You're such a good liar."

Sebastian was now already out of his room and walking down the hall, the sound of Sugar's voice still ringing in his ears. He truthfully didn't mind Sugar calling him a liar all the time whenever he would ironically say something honestly—the bitter truth was that he was beginning to want to do anything for a moment to have Sugar be the good liar instead of him, just so he could finally hear her say "I love you" back.