A/N: I know that it is quite short and I haven't updated in a while, but I've just started back up at college and have had a ton of work to catch up on. Thank you for your comments, this one is a bit angsty, and it's going to get a tiny bit more in the next few chapters.

Silence was something that was common between Sebastian and Dave. Whether they were watching a film or they were sat on either side of the sofa, doing nothing. With Dave, it was companionable. He liked sitting in silence with him, sometimes the silence spoke louder than what Sebastian wanted to say.

Sebastian watched as Dave did some schoolwork, a small smile on his face, watching the concentration on his face. Sebastian had to bite back a comment about how good he looked like that. He wondered whether or not he should, but Kurt's words were stuck in his head and he didn't want Dave to run from him. He tilted his head, intent on him, his stomach was flipping slightly. It was a feeling he hadn't felt before, there was something different about Dave that made his knees go weak. He looked away as Dave looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He asked, a bit embarrassed.

"Nothing," Sebastian shook his head and smiled softly, "I just… You looked like you were concentrating, hard."

"That's because I'm doing work… You should try it sometime," he chuckles and leans closer to him, causing Sebastian to gasp quietly and smiles shyly.

"I will… Later," he says quietly and stares at Dave's green eyes softly. Dave watches him and looks away, breaking their eye contact. Sebastian looked down and bit his lip. "On second thoughts…" He rushes upstairs, palms sweating slightly as he grabs his history textbook from his bag and groaned. He couldn't stop thinking about what Kurt had said to him. He had never let anything like this affect him before, normally he would just shrug the words off, but he really didn't want to hurt Dave, and he'd try everything to keep him as a friend.

If Dave only wanted to be a friend, then he would settle with that.

Sebastian had learnt about himself over the course of Dave staying with him, he had learnt that sometimes he could be too pushy if he didn't get what he wanted. He manipulated people and never cared about the aftermath of his actions, he used people, for sex, to get the things that he wanted. Sebastian had learnt he was a horrible person, and over the time, he had realized that he didn't have any friends – he only had people that feared him and used him for his lifestyle.

He knew Dave was different, Dave was his only friend. The only person he could really call his friend.

After ten minutes or so, thinking to himself, he walked downstairs with his book under his arm and a pad of paper. He flicked it open, Dave still intently working on his homework, whilst Sebastian just stared at the work.

"Hey, Dave…" He lengthened the words, watching the boy slowly as he looked up slowly; he smiled shyly, his eyes glistening slightly. "I… Do you, I mean, after what Kurt has been saying, do you… Do you still like him?" He asked softly.

Dave frowned, putting his pen down. It wasn't an odd question, but it sounded almost accusing coming from Sebastian's voice, as though if the answer was yes, he'd still think differently of him.

"I… I guess so," he sighed, "He may have said some things, but I still like him. It's something that I can't explain. It's… There's something about him." Sebastian pushed his book away from him and nodded slowly, feeling his insides hit the ground, his heart felt as though it was being crushed brutally, he had never felt like this before, it was the worst feeling in the world, something that Sebastian never wanted to happen again.

"But he's with Blaine," he breathed quietly, trying to conceal the pain in his eyes. "You'll only end up getting hurt." He stood up and went to walk away from the room, but was stopped by Dave's voice.

"He said the same thing to me about you, Sebastian. What is this? A fight over me with him? I don't want to be in the middle of something that you and Kurt have. He told me all about what you and him have fought about – you fought about Blaine, you tried to break them up, Sebastian."

"No I never. I flirted with Blaine and I didn't give up because that's who I am. I don't give up if I want something bad enough, and after I realized what a jerk I was about it with him and to him, I stopped."

"But you're still a jerk to Kurt, Seb. You're both friends and you're both putting me in a tough decision,"

"So what? You want me to be nice to someone that was cruel and insensitive to me? I don't think so, Dave. I'm sorry!"

"You've said worse to him, Sebastian." Sebastian shook his head, biting his lip.

"No I haven't! I've only told you half of the stuff he's said to me, Dave! Only half of it, because the rest of it is too horrible to tell you," he spits and runs a hand through his once perfectly gelled hair and stormed up to his room, slamming the door behind him. He was trembling, he was angry, but not at Dave, not at Kurt, but at himself. He should have never asked those questions, should have just stayed in silence. He enjoyed the silence, he didn't enjoy that argument.

Sebastian closed his eyes and tried to block it all out. He needed to figure out a way to say sorry to Dave. He was scared what would happen.

His fear was correct when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket and a text from Kurt popped up.

'Told you that you would be all alone soon.'