"Dad, I'm going to be okay." Dave assured his dad, he wasn't so sure of himself 100% yet, but he could see his dad was still terrified for Dave. He was at the breakfast table with his dad, admission papers for Dalton, along with college brochures, and a lot of unspoken tension between them.

"I-I still don't know about this." Paul had read the brochure for Dalton ten times since this morning, but Dave could tell he still wasn't sure about letting Dave far from his sight. Since his suicide attempt his father had been by his side every waking second.

He couldn't say much for his mom though.

"I don't even like the idea of you leaving for college anymore." Dave must of made a face, because his father was quick to respond, "I know you need to be in a place that's more open minded, it's just I don't ever want to get a call from the cops saying that they found you-" Paul choked on the next word, he buried his face in his hands.

Dave felt beyond horrible; he got up and wrapped his arms around his father. He didn't mean to hurt his dad like this; he just thought his dad would be disappointed that he had a gay son. In some ways he thought he was doing his parents a favor by not coming out at all. "I'm sorry." He mumbled into his dad's shoulder.

"You know that I love you, more than anything." His dad reminded him.

Dave just mumbled quietly, "I love you too, dad." He sat back down and didn't look at his dad who was still crying. He didn't want to imagine what would have happened if he did succeed at suicide nor did want to imagine his father's face when he found him hanging in the closet.

Paul sniffed a bit, "I called the Dean at Dalton and they said you can start next week."

"That quick?"

Paul couldn't help but smile a bit at the reason, "Apparently the Warblers discussed the issue with the Dean. I guess they were persuasive enough because they even convinced the head of the sports department to let you play for the remainder of the season."

Dave almost choked on his toast, "Without practice? How the hell did they manage that one?"

Paul shrugged, "I don't know. But I guess you have a lot of friends at that school already." He pulled all the papers together and then stood up. "You mentioned that one of students is coming here today?"

"Hopefully he won't show up." He looked up to see his dad making a surprised look.

"He wasn't the ones that bullied you, was he?"

"No!" Dave answered quickly when he noticed his dad's face turning red; he didn't want to explain Sebastian and his run in at Scandals though. "He's just really snobby at times."

Before Paul could leave Dave had to ask, "Did mom say when she was coming to visit me?" Since he came out to his parents, his mom seemed to have distance herself farther from him. At the hospital he faked sleep as his parents, who were divorced, argued over sending Dave to a conversion therapist.

"They are full of shit." His father seethed, "Nothing is wrong with David. If he's gay, then he's gay. End of story Lydia."

He could only imagine his mom's cool albeit snobbish reaction, "My son is not a fag, Paul. I refuse to believe that Dave cannot be cured by Dr. Hammel's session." His mom's acidic tone made him feel heartbroken.

He already knew the answer before his dad could open his mouth, "She-you know your mom, buddy. It's her way or no way."

Dave nodded, "So in other words, she's not going to see me because I'm gay." That last word came out so bitter Dave could feel the taste on his tongue. He felt his dad squeeze his shoulder in comfort.

"We didn't need her then, we don't need her now." He kissed Dave on the top of his head. "Her lost."

The doorbell rang through the house, "Speak of the devil." Paul mused as he gave his son a 'don't let yourself be too hopeful' look as he left to answer the door.

"Hello Mr. Karofsky. How are you this morning?"

"Oh God." Dave flinched as he laid his head on the table. Sebastian actually showed up? He was actually serious? He looked at the time on the microwave and noticed it was only half-past eleven. Sebastian was early to meet him?

"Alright. Thanks for asking Sebastian." Paul answered politely. Great, now his father was getting sucked into Sebastian's act. "Dave's in the kitchen. Make yourself at home."

Why? Why did his father have to say that?

"Thank you." A minute later Sebastian appeared wearing his Warbler uniform and his patent smug smile. "You look surprise to see me."

"Didn't think you would actually show on a school day. Are there actually teachers and classes at Dalton? Or can you guys just ditch a day?" Dave asked in amazement and annoyance as Sebastian really did make himself at home, he watched as the younger boy pull out a can of soda from the fridge and a bag of chips from the cabinet.

"Baked salt and pepper chips? Hmm, I pegged you more of a cool ranch Doritos fan." Sebastian quipped as he sat down right next to Dave. "So word is that you are now an official Dalton student starting next week." He lifted his drink in mock solute. "Cheers."

Dave was starting to notice that Sebastian had a knack for not answering questions and changing the topic in one smooth fluid motion. He eyed the younger boy, unimpressed by his demeanor. "Well you would know since it was the Warblers who convinced the Dean. How did you manage to do that?"

"Explained your situation, you're lucky that you're smart and good at sports." Sebastian shrugged as he tossed back a handful of chips.

'Did he just compliment me?' Dave shook his head and took back the chips.

"Hey!"

"What are you doing here? Seriously."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Did we not talk yesterday? I'm pretty sure that I came here yesterday and sat with you and actually talked in your room yesterday." He snatched the bag back, "We have our first lesson today. And before you ask again, the Dean already knows I'm here; granted he thinks I'm here because of recruitment reasons." He smirked and looked at the time on the microwave, "And we need to get ready. So get dressed, wear something comfortable because we're going to be doing a lot of walking."

"This your attempt to make me lose one hundred pounds?" Dave asked sourly.

He missed Sebastian flinch in embarrassment, "No." Sebastian answered, "I just want to take a walk with you somewhere."

"Where?"

"That's surprise. But don't worry you'll enjoy it." He picked up his bag and pulled out some clothes. "Is there a bathroom anywhere?"

"Down the hall on your left."

Sebastian gave him a full smile, "Alright. Go get dressed. Be at the front door in ten." Sebastian ordered as he left Dave confused and upset at being yet again being to what to do by him.

Ten minutes later Dave was already at the door, wearing his usual polo t-shirt and cargo shorts. Sebastian came out wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It was the first time he had seen Sebastian wear something other than his Dalton uniform or his "going out clubbing" outfit. "Let's go." Sebastian was out the door by the time Dave said his goodbye to his dad.

They had been driving for ten minutes and Dave was growing more frustrated with Sebastian since he refused to tell him where they were going.

"Count this as lesson one Dave; sit back and relax." He pressed a button on the steering wheel which played a soft tune by Vampire Weekend.

"Kind of hard to sit back and relax with the way you're driving." Dave muttered as he held onto his chair when Sebastian made another sharp turn. "Okay, I'm driving back."

Sebastian tsked, "No one is driving my BMW. Hell, I don't even let the guys I sleep with get inside the car. Consider yourself lucky."

"So lucky." Dave muttered under his breath.

Sebastian took his eyes off the road to look at Dave, causing Dave to have a slight panic attack. "Seriously though, you need to learn how to relax and not get so tense about people being able to see the real you. Who cares if people like you or not, they're not worth it if they can't even respect the real you."

Dave frowned, "That was surprisingly profound, Sebastian."

He missed the look of hurt pass over Sebastian, "I told you. I can be nice; I just choose not to be."

"Yeah, about that. Why is that?"

Sebastian shrugged as he made another sharp turn, this time driving past a red light. "I've got my reasons. Besides it's easier to get people to fear you than it is to like you." He slowly pulled into Glowstone Park parking lot and cut the engine. "We're here."

Dave noticed again that Sebastian didn't give him a chance to ask him what he meant by that. "And why are we here?" he asked as they both got out of the car. Sebastian pulled out two bottles of still cold water from his bag and threw one at Dave. 'Seriously, how much stuff can he carry in that bag?'

"We're taking a little hike. And don't worry; my bottle is the only one with vodka." He shook his bottle as he started to walk.

Dave scrunched his face; he was ready to snap until he remembered what Sebastian had said to him yesterday. "I know you're joking, but that could still easily be true."

Dave just followed Sebastian since he had no idea where Sebastian was taking them and was willing to walk in complete silence, but Sebastian had other plans.

"How's your dad doing?"

"You actually care?" Dave asked curtly, he couldn't help but feel as he should be on guard with Sebastian 24/7. He still had no idea as to why Sebastian was making it his mission to make him feel better. According to Kurt and Santana the guy was a grade A douche.

"I asked, didn't I?" Sebastian snapped, "I mean he found you when you-"

Dave watched in amazement as Sebastian grew pale for a quick second, the guy honestly looked scared for a moment. But in a blink, Sebastian went back to his normal nonchalant look.

Dave sighed; there was something he was missing when it came to figuring out Sebastian. "He's okay; I don't think he can handle me being far away for more than five minutes anymore now."

"Don't blame him." Sebastian voice grew cold, "How about your mom?"

"She wasn't in my life much before this, now she doesn't want anything to do with me now." Dave answered simply; he noticed they were walking up towards the cliff.

"What do you mean by 'this'?" Sebastian asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

Dave shrugged, "With me being gay, I guess."

"You guess?"

Dave chose to ignore the younger boy's angry tone as he sipped on his water.

"You suck, you know that?" Sebastian asked angrily. "God, you're still freaking deep in the closet and yet half the town knows about you being gay."

Dave's temper flared, "That's pretty thick coming from the guy who told me to never come out of the closet in the first place."

Sebastian opened his mouth and then closed it again. Dave smirked and cupped his ear, "What was that? Nothing to say Sebastian?"

"I-I…" Sebastian sighed as Dave walked ahead of him. "You shouldn't take what people say to you or about you so fucking serious. They don't know you. Hell, I didn't know you when I said that shit to you!" he yelled out angrily.

Dave rolled his eyes and turned around, "Yeah, I know. Imagine if I didn't try to kill myself, would you still be doing this for me? Or would you still think I'm just some fat Lima loser freak?"

Sebastian avoided his glance, which was good enough answer for Dave.

"That's what I thought." He was already walking back to the car when he felt Sebastian pull his shirt.

"C'mon, you know I'm a douche bag. Kurt probably warned you a million times since yesterday that I'm evil. "

Dave smirked, "He did actually."

Sebastian sighed and grimaced, "Of course he did."

"He also told me you're a whore, which I already sort of knew, and that you sound like a male version of a constipated Katy Perry when you sing. "

Sebastian nodded his head and rubbed the back of his head, he knew that Dave was just saying this stuff to get even with him. "Feel better?" he asked as he pulled Dave to follow him to the top of the hill.

Dave pulled away from Sebastian's hold and gulped down the last of his water, "A little." They walked a bit more in silence till they reached their destination. The end of the hiking trail led to a small mountainous part of the park which had a nice view of the city.

Sebastian set his bag down on the ground, he looked really excited, too excited for Dave's comfort."So, now can you tell me what we're doing here?"

"We're facing your fear of coming out. We both know that you're gay, but obviously you haven't accepted it yet." He held up his hand when he noticed Dave opening his mouth, "Considering you called yourself coming out as 'this' when I asked you about your mom means that you haven't accepted yet. Not once have I heard you say that you are gay without someone else having to say it for you or without you flinching like you're in pain. So you're going to say it now. And out loud."

Dave felt his stomach turn into one big knot. "You're kidding."

"No. Granted, I haven't known you for too long, but even I can tell you've bottling yourself for too long. You need to release some of that anger." Sebastian paused, taking in what he had just said. "In a healthy way." He stressed.

Already Dave was crumbling before his eyes, "I-I can't." He shook his head, "I don't want to do this."

Sebastian wasn't shocked that this was his immediate response. "Dave, besides your dad and Kurt," Dave noticed Sebastian's voice sounded a bit venomous when he said Kurt's name, "who actually knows you?"

When Dave refused to answer him, Sebastian continued, "As far as I can tell: no one. How angry are you about that?"

Again no answer.

"Your friends left you; your team left you, hell your own mom doesn't even want to look at you. And what the hell do you do? You fucking retreat because those idiots couldn't take the fact that you are basically the same guy but just are interested in guys."

Sebastian could see the slew of emotions mix on Dave's face. Anger, embarrassment, shame, and fear. And the most noticeable, loneliness.

"Come on, I see it. You're fucking pissed, let it go already." He waved his hands at the city in front of them to emphasize the power Dave had over the rest of the actual Lima losers. "Let it go!"

"I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE!" Dave yelled at the top of his lungs. "I FUCKING HATE YOU MOM! FUCK YOU AZIMIO! FUCK YOU NICK! SCREW YOU GUYS FOR ABANDONING ME BECAUSE I'M FUCKING GAY!"

Dave stopped abruptly when he realized what he yelled out, Sebastian applauded him, "You got some lungs on you." He smiled when he noticed Dave's flush face, "You okay?"

"I think that's the first time I've said that out loud. Like really loud." He said, sounding a bit awed about his reaction. He closed his eyes for a bit, "That felt fucking great!"

Sebastian laughed and sat down on the dirt, he pulled out two bags with sandwiches in both. "Nice job." He threw one of the sandwiches at Dave, "Lesson one is almost complete" he said taking a bite.

"Almost?"

"First thing first, introduce yourself to me." He stood up again, leaving his sandwich on his bag and wiping the dirt from his pants.

"What?"

Sebastian stuck out his hand, "Introduce yourself to me." He repeated slowly. "God, the sooner we get you out of public school the better."

Dave bit back his retort at the dig and shook Sebastian's hand, "Hi, I'm David Karofsky. I'm a soon to be senior at Dalton Academy, I like hockey, football, Sinatra-"

Sebastian blanched; "Really?" he wasn't expecting that one, that was a nice surprise and something he could use in the upcoming near future.

"Yeah. And I'm gay." Dave said, this time without flinching.

"You have to yell it." Sebastian ordered.

"I just did!"

"You have to yell it." He stopped Dave again, "Not to me," he pointed to the town, "To them. And hurry up, I'm starting to feel like Dr. Drew only without the money and condescending attitude."

Dave gave him a look, "Pretty sure you have both, just no Ph.D."

Sebastian frowned and considered the statement, "I'm going to ignore that."

Dave sighed and looked at the city again. Just a few more months then he would out from this God forsaken city of misery. Maybe he could move to Boston or Seattle. Someplace not too popular and cliché, like L.A or New York City.

"I'M GAY! I AM GAY!" He yelled out, stronger than the last. He could feel his shoulder loosen a bit. He hated to admit it, but it did feel nice to say it loud.

He turned around to see Sebastian clapping again. "Good job. That ends lesson one." He sat down again and pulled out his I-pod. "Tomorrow is lesson two."

"You're not going to even ask if I'm busy." Dave was somewhat offended, but grateful that Sebastian seemed eager to help him.

"I can wait if you do have plans." Something in Sebastian's tone struck Dave hard, he couldn't place it though. "But you and I both know that you don't have any friends."

And just like that douche bag Sebastian was back. He sat down as Sebastian continued to shuffle through his I-pod. Apparently they weren't leaving anytime soon, so he texted his father that he was going to be out for a little longer.

"Like anyone else besides Sinatra who's actually recent?" Sebastian asked, sounding very interested all of sudden.

"Michael Buble. Corinne Bailey Rae, I actually saw her concert last summer in Columbus when she was with The Roots."

Sebastian was looking at him oddly. "What?" asked Dave worriedly.

"Nothing," he shook his head, "Who else?"

From there they talked for an a few hours about their parents, coming out, school, music, movies and a bunch of other stuff before heading home.

Once he was finally in his room Dave called Kurt, he had promised he would call him to tell him about Sebastian's lessons.

"Don't tell me he actually showed up?" Kurt asked incredulously.

"He did." Dave flopped down on his bed and pulled out the remaining bag of butterscotch.

"Great, I owe Santana forty bucks. Was there actually a lesson?"

"Yep, all about accepting and being honest with myself."

He could almost hear Kurt roll his eyes, "Oh, this I have to hear."

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Lesson two next.

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