Would like to say thank you for all your reviews. They always make me smile reading them.

Also, this was written at like 2 in the morning, so I apologise if half of this does not make sense. A huge thank you to myownwayx for helping me out with Kurt. I know he's slightly OOC, and I am sorry if it's too off.

Sebastian walked into the Lima Bean, his Ray-Bans on. He was nursing a hangover from the night before. It was something that happened very rarely, but after seeing Kurt and the looks he was giving him last night in Scandals, he wanted to try and forget about the made-up boy that he loathed more than the bedazzled clothes he wore. He queued up and got the largest coffee they sold and tried to find a table in the back of the shop. He threw down a notebook and started doing schoolwork that he had neglected.

Lost in his work, the thing that roused him was the sound of chains jangling and tapping on the table. He looked up slowly, an eyebrow raised at the senior in front of him.

"Oh, look, Betty White," he rolled his eyes and continued writing.

Kurt looked down at him and pulled the pad away from him, glaring. "I want a word about David." Sebastian threw the pen down and sighed.

"What about him?"

"Is he really staying at yours?" He asked, quizzically, his arms held in front of himself defensively.

"Why is that any of your concern, gay face?"

Kurt glared at him, pulling a chair out and resting over Sebastian's work, as though he was constantly attempting to intimidate him.

"I'm his friend, and I'm worried about him. You're going to use him for something. You'll manipulate him into something you want."

"You don't know me at all. I'm not going to use him, and if that's all you want to say, I've got a hangover and I really, really don't need you in my face. The amount of face powder you've used is covering me and I'm getting rather sick."

Kurt stood up, a cruel look on his face that looked more menacing than anything Sebastian had ever seen. It fazed him slightly, but not enough to react towards him, he didn't want to show Kurt that he was fearful of one look the boy gave him.

"Find somewhere else for him to stay, he doesn't need you, Sebastian. No one does," he smirks.

"He's happy staying with me! But you don't really care. If you'd have cared, you would have gone to see him the day he was discharged, or you would have found out that he didn't have somewhere to go, maybe you would have tried to arrange for him to stay with you, but you didn't."

"No, Sebastian. I do care. He just tried to kill himself. He can't possibly be happy living with someone like you. He needs an environment that he can be himself in – a caring one, and from your past experience, I doubt you know what that word means!" Kurt snaps, his brow furrowing in anger. Sebastian stood up; glaring at the shorter boy, no matter how intimidating Kurt's expression seemed, Sebastian knew that his was twice that once he asserted himself.

"You don't know how he's feeling, do you? You've not tried to talk to him. I bet since you brought that bouquet to him in the hospital. You don't know how he felt in the hospital, how he feels now. He may not be completely happy, but he's getting there. It takes time. Something someone like you wouldn't understand. You're starting a fight over nothing, Kurt. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were jealous." He spat the last sentence, shoving his stuff in his bag quickly; he wanted to get away from Kurt quickly. He could see him hitting old wounds and buried feelings that he'd like to keep hidden. Sebastian tried to walk away from the boy, but was stopped, a smirk falling on Kurt's face.

"Jealous? No. But, you know jealousy better than anyone else, don't you?" A mean cackle came from his pursed lips and then the glare was back, stronger than ever. "You leave Dave alone, now; because the only thing that I can see happening from him staying around you any longer is his funeral," he spat at Sebastian, who closed his eyes, let out a shaky breath and tried to calm down. He wasn't a violent person, but Kurt was pushing him. "You don't deserve him in your life, and I'm sure that Dave will see that soon." He smirked, nudging past the older boy and out of the coffee shop and into the beat-up car that Kurt drove around.

Sebastian stood dumbfounded; he hadn't been expecting the harsh words that came out of his mouth at all. Kurt was cruel in his words, and maybe that was what he wanted to be, maybe it was what he deserved, but he didn't need to hear it out loud.

It took Sebastian a few minutes to realize that he was stood in the middle of Lima Bean with a headache twice as bad as when he first came in. He walked out slowly and back home. After ten minutes, Sebastian pulled his phone out and phoned Dave, biting his lip nervously.

After a few rings, Dave answers, confusion evident in his voice. Sebastian never phoned through the day. This he had to explain to him, and it couldn't wait until he got home. He told Dave what Kurt had said, the cruel bile that he spat at him, the threat that Dave had to find somewhere else to stay, and that Sebastian was going to hurt him.

Even over the short time that Dave had properly started to get to know Sebastian, he knew that he had changed, he knew that the side of him that had told Dave to stay in the closet, that had thrown the slushy laced with rock salt in it at Blaine, that had contemplated putting a photoshopped picture of Finn on the internet – that side of him had all changed. He wasn't vindictive, he was, and always had been lonely and insecure.

"I don't want to stay anywhere else, Sebastian. If that's okay, with you… I… Really enjoy your company,"

Sebastian hoped that Dave couldn't feel the blush that started to spread on his cheeks through the phone. "So do I," he said nervously. "I just… I needed to tell you before he did. I know you like him, and…" Sebastian bit his lip and stopped himself uttering another word. Dave liked Kurt, he'd told him that himself. He'd told him that he loved him, on more than one occasion. Once drunk at Scandals, another in the hospital, and even when they had sat around watching films and trying to get to know each other better.

He couldn't explain why he felt a pang in his stomach every time he heard that, but every time he did, it hurt.

"I'll see you at home," Sebastian said quickly, putting the phone down before he could give Dave a chance to say anything. He looked up at the gates on his private estate and walked straight past them, heading towards Dalton.

He didn't want to see Dave just yet.

Sebastian didn't think he could see him without an awkwardness pervading the air.