I suck at updating things. I have just got a new job and have been on training for that. I have also had yet more medical troubles so I am sorry it has taken a while to update. I just saw 'A Mother's Nightmare' with the amazing Grant Gustin in and was blown away; he's amazing, isn't he?!

Also, I'd like to say I know Sebastian has been a bit OOC but I am going to get him back to the Sebastian that is very his character in the show, or try to. Thank you guys for sticking with this.

And, if anyone has any requests with what is going on in later chapters, I am all ears.

Mentions for self-harm/suicide.

"Please say something, Dave?" Sebastian asked, he was nervous. Dave had wrapped his arms around Sebastian, but when he had said 'boyfriend', Dave froze up, he didn't say a word and Sebastian was scared. Sebastian Smythe had definitely been changed by Dave. For one thing, Sebastian definitely does not do boyfriends and for another, he definitely does not wait for a response and scared for the outcome. Sebastian before Dave would have just taken the answer and moved on.

"Okay," he whispered and looked at him slowly, relief flooded from Sebastian's body. "Boyfriend," he toyed with the word a few times before looking at Sebastian properly. "You mean this? That we're… What? An item?" He said nervously and Sebastian nodded.

"You do want to be, don't you?" He sucked on his lip and nodded. "Good. Let's… Let's get back and we can… I don't know. We'll find something to do," he chuckled, nervously and led Dave through the familiar streets to his house. He got inside and looked at Dave, a small gleeful grin on his face.

"Sebastian," he smiled softly and sat down, watching him. "Come here," Sebastian sat on the arm of the chair and looked at him slowly. Dave just stared for a few moments before leaning in and kissing him softly. A surprised whimper left Sebastian's mouth as they kissed slowly, exploring new territory. Territory that Sebastian hoped would become very familiar over time. Dave was the first to pull away, his cheeks crimson; he looked at Sebastian and chuckled nervously. What was it about Sebastian that made Dave feel more confident?

Sebastian stared at Dave's face, he stroked his cheek slowly, planting another kiss on his lips before, running his hand through his hair.

"I'm not good with relationships, Dave. My last relationship was, well… You know," he whispered, gesturing to his arms and looked down. "You… What have you done to me?" He breathed, fear filling his voice. Dave took his hand and stared at him.

"What have you done to me, Sebastian? I don't understand how someone like you can… Would like me? I'm not the average guy someone like you would be seen with." Sebastian furrowed his eyebrow, he looked at Dave. He supposed he was right, but Sebastian wouldn't normally 'date'. He wasn't really ever interested in the people he messed around with or pretended to show an interest in. He'd look at them because they were attractive. He was shallow, he knew that. He didn't want Dave to be confronted by that side of him again.

"Well, I've never laid eyes on someone who made me like them so much. You are handsome. Why do you doubt yourself?" He asked, quietly.

"Because you made me doubt myself once." He whispered, looking down. "When you said those things at the club… I couldn't think of anything else. Before that, I was confident that maybe I could meet someone that would, you know… Like me." He whispers. "I'd seen you flirting with older guys, men that reminded me of models. The few hot guys in West Lima were all over you, and you loved it. Now, it's all too good to be true, Sebastian."

"I can tell you one thing, it's not, okay? What I've said to you before, I was… I had never meant those. I saw someone that seemed so confident in themselves and I wasn't, I was… I'm a fraud, Dave. I didn't know who I was. I was an asshole, but I never meant half of the things I did."

"Even throwing that rock salt slushy?" Sebastian stared dead at the floor, he fiddled with his sleeves, he was trying to think of why he had done that. He had meant to hurt Kurt, he'd tell everyone and himself that he hadn't, but he was. There was something about Kurt that made his blood boil. He couldn't place why, but it had grown worse with time. He was being malicious towards himself and Dave and he couldn't stand it.

"Do you want to know the truth about that?" He whispers, chewing his inner lip. Dave nodded, his eyes never leaving Sebastian's lips. "I had it all planned. I told them… I said whatever happens; leave me in front of Kurt. I had a surprise for him. A lesson." He whispers and looks down, a tear forming in his eye. "I didn't want to get Blaine hurt at all. I didn't want that. I meant that for Kurt – I meant to hurt Kurt. I wanted to. Blaine was too chivalrous, though." He takes a shaky breath and walks towards the window, folding his arms over himself, holding himself tightly. "I thought Blaine was hot. I just… It was because Kurt got so jealous that I kept pursuing him. I… But Kurt turned into a monster after you… After he found out that I had seen you. That you were staying here, and I really still want to hurt him." He mumbled, tears falling down his cheeks, he kept his back to Dave, he couldn't face him.

"He told me I'd make you kill yourself, Dave. Who says that? He told lies. I've always told you the truth. Why am I still painted as a monster and he the saint to everyone?"

"Because he's good at what he does," Dave says quietly, his lips next to Sebastian's ears, making him jump. "You have this resolve. This hard, snobby protection so you don't get hurt, but you manage to hurt everyone else in the process. You're not a monster." He whispered, his arms wrapping around Sebastian's thin waist.

"I feel like one," he mumbles, closing his eyes and resting back against Dave's chest. "I hurt Blaine, I hurt you. I helped push you over the edge, Dave." Dave span Sebastian around roughly, staring at him slowly, an angry, hurt frown plastered over his face.

"Don't you dare say that, Sebastian. You weren't to know. I'm not going to lie to you, either. I thought about you when I was hurting myself. Your words… They were like a dagger through me when you said them, you hurt my confidence. But it wasn't you that sent me messages saying that I should go die because I was dirty. You weren't my friend telling me that I was dead to you. You were a dick, but… Your words weren't what hurt the most. You didn't help then. But you've helped since. So, shut up with those stupid words coming out of your mouth."

"I felt guilty. That's why I came to see you." He hesitantly rested his head against his chest and looked down. "I was angry at your parents. I didn't want you to be alone. I never thought I'd fall… I'd become this close to you," he whispers.

"Makes two of us, Seb," he whispered, holding the smaller boy close to him. "It's getting late. You and I should maybe start fresh in the morning. You look so tired,"

"Only on one condition; stay with me tonight. Hold me. Let me hold you. Stay close to me." Dave nodded, a smile on his face, content in knowing that they were both thinking the same thing.