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"So, I managed to find a few schools that, you know, are close to here, and then there's of course, Dalton…" Sebastian looked up at Dave from across the breakfast table, watching as Dave played with the bowl of cereal in front of him, studying Sebastian out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't want to go to Dalton," Dave said shyly. "It's not that I have anything against the school, it's just… I'm not that kinda guy." Dave looked up, a bashful expression broached across his features. Sebastian nodded, smiling shyly as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Of course. I mean, there's a public school that's a ten minute walk from here. Woodlands, it looks… Nice," He flicked through the papers in his hands and pushed one forward. Dave looked at it and tilted his head, it reminded him too much of his old school. He sighed and shook his head.

"You know, Dave, you don't have to go there just yet. Take all the time off you need, it's just for when you want to go back – if you want to go back. It's going to be tough, it's your choice."

"All I want is life to go back to normal, or as close to normal as I can get."

After subsiding into silence, Dave looked up. "I want to go back to McKinley,"

"McKinley? You're sure?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Of all the schools in the surrounding area, he wanted to go back there where they all played happy families and there was more drama in the choir room than on an episode of 'The Real Housewives of…' He nodded slowly.

"Then McKinley you shall go. You're sure? Isn't it a bit too… Much, maybe?"

"No. I… Well, I think it might be okay. Probably for the better. I mean, I have friends there… I don't have a lot of friends anymore," he breathed, looking down and pushing the cereal away. Sebastian nodded slowly, sucking his lip.

"You need the friends closest to you around at times like these," he uttered, a smile on his face.

"Exactly, and I mean, Kurt's there and… He's stronger than I was. He didn't… I know he's with that Blaine, but… We could still be friends." Sebastian raised his eyebrow, a snigger threatening to slip out.

"You could be," he smiled. "Kurt and I don't exactly see eye to eye, but… I suppose, maybe…" He shrugged and straightened the papers up and stacked them up in the middle of the breakfast counter and stretched out. After Dave had fallen asleep last night, he hadn't done much sleeping. He had thought about Dave, he'd held Dave in his arms, and it felt good.

It was a rare thing for Sebastian to have someone sleeping next to him. Normally if that happened, he'd be out of the room in a flash, or waking them up and telling them they had to go. He never let people get close, he locked them out, sleeping with someone in Sebastian's mind had never meant anything. At one point, he'd liked that to think his mind could have changed, and it could be something meaningful, and after, it could be to do with curling up in someone's arms, listening to their heartbeat and their breathing, getting both of them in complete sync before allowing the rhythm to send you asleep.

Dave had a rather weird affect on Sebastian and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

Sebastian washed up his coffee mug and looked back at Dave, smiling shyly. "I'm going to shower, then make some phone calls for you," he said softly. "You know where everything is if you get bored or whatever."

"Dave!" Sebastian called, moving down the stairs quickly, with his hair still damp from his shower, a pair of chinos and a blue shirt, half the buttons undone, exposing his chest, he went looking for Dave, humming to himself as he did. A new song he had heard on the radio mulling through his mind.

He found Dave in the garden, throwing a basketball into a hoop that Sebastian didn't even know was there. He leant back and watched, a smile leering on his face. Dave could throw a basket well, he thought to himself. He always knew that he was good at playing football; he had seen him play when the football team at Dalton had played against the team of his last school.

The ball bounced towards Sebastian and he caught it, dribbling it over to Dave.

"Got off the phone to the principal at McKinley, he said as long as you can catch up on work and stuff by the time you return, you can go back any time. They're more than happy to have you back, but they said it's no rush for you to get back," he smiled and threw the ball at Dave.

"Really? Thank you," he grinned, bouncing the ball and throwing it in the basket. Sebastian grinned, tilting his head as the ball rolled towards him. He threw the ball in and watched as it bounced off the rim and rolled his eyes.

"I fancy going out tonight, you up for it?" He asked coyly, bouncing the ball to Dave. He bounced it back and nodded. "Maybe Scandals? Only if you want to, though. If not, we can stay in, watch another film."

"You mean there are more films in the world that we haven't seen?" He joked and nodded. "I'd like that… I always felt welcomed at Scandals, it was nice," he whispers.

"Maybe teach you how to chat someone up," he winked, ignoring the sinking feeling he felt as the words slipped out of his mouth.

"Sure," he chided, rolling his eyes.

The thought that the main stairway should be carpeted entered Sebastian's mind as he sat uncomfortably on the bottom step, waiting for Dave to finish getting ready. He shifted in every which way until he stood up, pouting at the top of the stairs and hoping that Dave could read minds. He stood in a pair of black jeans and a crimson Ralph Lauren polo shirt, tapping his foot, he didn't want to seem impatient and hurry Dave up, he was just anxious that Dave was moving too slow for his liking.

Sebastian looked up when he heard Dave's footsteps start to descend down the stairs. He grinned. Dave was in a pair of jeans and a simple white top. They walked out into the darkened streets and all the way to Scandals.

It was a far walk, but Sebastian and Dave had both decided it would be more logical than driving there. After all, what's the fun in going to a bar if you were going to be the designated driver?

Together, the pair had been to Scandals often enough that the bouncers didn't even bother to ask for their IDs. Sebastian winked at the bouncer and walked towards the bar, watching as Dave looked around cautiously. It was the first time that Dave had really been out of the house since he had got out of the hospital. Sebastian watched him cautiously as he ordered them two beers.

"You're sure you're okay being here? We can go back home if you'd like," Dave shook his head firmly and took a swig of his beer.

"Like I said, back to normal,"

Sebastian took a mouthful of his beer and looked around. "It's quiet tonight," he mentioned, playing with the bottle in his hand, his head bobbing to the music.

"We can dance?" Dave suggested, chuckling, seeming happier than Sebastian had seen him.

"Sure," Sebastian grinned and walked to the dance floor, his hips swaying to the beat of the music. Dave followed suit, moving his body with Sebastian, smiling softly at him. Dave wasn't the best dancer in the world, but that didn't matter, Sebastian enjoyed dancing alongside him.

"I'm having fun," Dave said loudly in his ear, grinning against him as they danced. Sebastian grinned, he was having more fun than he ever thought possible.

"Me, too!" he grinned, turning against him and walking towards the bar to grab another drink for them both. He frowned when he felt two sets of eyes on him, it wasn't uncommon that he was noticed here, but it felt different.

Sebastian turned towards the eyes and frowned. The frown turning into a smirk when he saw who it was; Kurt was glaring at him from across the dance floor, his arms wrapped around Blaine's neck, possessively.

Something told Sebastian that Kurt didn't like the new found friendship between himself and Dave.