The sounds of Death Cab for Cutie filled Dave's ears as he laid on his bed upside down. He wasn't a big fan of the band, but he needed something to clear his mind.

He couldn't focus after last night.

He didn't want to believe what Kurt and Santana had told him, but it sort of made sense and was enough to question Sebastian's intentions with him.

His bedroom door slammed open making him get up quickly from his spot.

"The hell is wrong with you? Didn't you hear your dad call you?" Sebastian barked as he let his back bag drop to the ground with a loud thud. He looked a bit flustered and pale.

'Like he cares.' Dave thought as he shrugged and looked at the clock on his night stand. It was earlier than he thought, a quarter past four. He noticed Sebastian was still in his Dalton uniform, 'He actually drove an hour to get here early, which means-'

"What the hell's the matter with you?" Sebastian snapped grabbing Dave's I-pod from his hand. "And what's with the stupid face?"

Dave shook his head, "What are you doing here Sebastian?" he sighed snatching his i-pod back from the younger boy.

Sebastian's face twisted in confusion, "You hit your head or something? Lesson two is today, remember?" He said the last question slowly, but Sebastian looked worried when he saw Dave shake his head again. "What's the matter with you?"

"Why are you here? Doing this?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Why is it that I feel like I'm repeating myself with you more and more now?"

Dave walked over to his desk and picked up the two cards that Sebastian had given him, "Take these and get out of my room."

Sebastian looked dumbfound as he took the two cards, he looked back between the cards and Dave. "Did I miss something? Did you take something between last night and this afternoon? Because if you did, please share."

Dave could feel his hands turn to fists at Sebastian snarky tone. He wasn't intending to punch anyone or get into anymore fights since he got suspended from school last year, but he was starting to consider Sebastian as the exception. He wanted answers though; he quickly exhaled and crossed his arms, ready for the worst. "Answer me something, will you?"

"What?"

"Why are you helping me? You didn't know me, you still don't know me. As far I was concerned I was the sad fat wannabe gay guy at the bar to you, now all of sudden you want to help me?"

Sebastian's eyes turned into slits, he tossed the cards onto the bed, "Where's this coming from?"

Dave ignored him, "You know what I find really interesting? Is that you have the balls to try to blind Kurt, end up blinding Blaine-and not caring, then Santana. Which I don't know how you're still walking-"

Sebastian dug his hands into his pockets; his patent smug smirk was back on his face. No doubt he had figured out who was behind Dave's doubts. "My dad's the state's attorney."

Dave rolled his eyes, "Figures. Then you threatened New Direction with a nude picture of Hudson. And then just like that you and your little Warblers think about donating money to Born This Way? What, you didn't think your little sad group was strong or good enough to beat Berry and rest so you had to find some way to suck up to the judges? You fucking used me as a sympathy card."

Sebastian stood and took Dave's little rant. He looked unimpressed, "Wow, that was one uninteresting prediction. I'm guessing-scratch that, I know Kurt has something to do with this."

"Actually Kurt and Santana."

"Really." Sebastian deadpanned as he massaged the bridge of his nose, obviously agitated.

Dave could feel his patience running low, he walked pass Sebatian and held the door open for him "Get out, Smythe. Now."

Sebastian started to walk but instead he slammed the door and locked them inside, "Okay, obviously you have some sort of memory problem along with some sort of problem that makes you gullible as a four year old." He had his back to the door and looked ready to fight.

"Get out Sebastian." Dave growled, he was ready to throw the first punch.

Sebastian remained resolute "No. Hate to break it to you, but gay-face and illegal alien number four hundred and twenty-two are fucking off."

Dave had him by the collar the minute he finished the sentence, "Those are my friends you're talking about." Dave sneered, picking Sebastian off the floor an inch or two.

Sebastian didn't even blink, "Friends who aren't here, and so far I haven't seen trying to help you. Unless you call Kurt's sad presentation of chocolate covered fruit 'help'." He pushed Dave off of him and straightened out his clothes, "So far I'm the only one who's even showed up to your door and actually help you. I could care less about what Kurt, Santana, or whichever Nude Erection member has to say about me. They aren't worth my time."

Dave grew quiet, not really sure what to believe. He noticed again that Sebastian wasn't answering his questions though. "Why do you want to help me?" He repeated hoping to get lucky.

Sebastian clapped his hands together, "Despite what your so called 'friends' have told you about me, I'm not actually evil. And of all the people, I would have thought the guy who threatened to kill a student and bullied a bunch more and then asked for forgiveness would know something about second-chances."

Dave stayed quiet.

Sebastian looked disgusted, smug, but disgusted. He opened his bag and threw a plastic bag of clothes at Dave's head. "Be downstairs in ten minutes."

"You still want to do this?" Dave asked his voice unsure. He felt like he had been hit in the gut.

"I promised you that I would make you feel important, along with hot and sexy. Remember?"

Dave could hear something in Sebastian's voice that seemed almost disconnected with his eyes. Sebastian wanted him to make a joke, a crack, anything to make this situation seem less severe.

"Must have slipped my mind." Dave tried smiling, but it felt like too much.

Luckily that was enough for Sebastian, "You start Dalton in two days, maybe we should get you memory skill cards till then." He didn't wait for Dave's reaction nor did he let Dave see his, he just closed the door behind him. Leaving Dave in his misery and guilt.

Dave rubbed his face and cursed, he screwed up. He was doing so well in not screwing up his life, and then poof just like that his record was broken. Again.

He contemplated about calling Kurt and Santana. But that's what had gotten him in this situation. He knew they meant well and it was his fault that he fell for their paranoia. He shook his heads and opened the bag of clothes.

The clothes were a nice, something Dave normally didn't wear every day, but would have liked too. After he changed, he checked himself out in the mirror. Dark loose jeans (he thanked whatever higher being was watching that Sebastian didn't get him skinny jeans) and a royal purple button down underneath a light gray sport jacket. Dave was impressed, he actually looked good. It felt pretty good.

(He didn't want to know how Sebastian knew his size.)

He checked himself one more time and went downstairs. Sebastian was already by the door, no longer wearing his uniform, but a nice going out outfit: dark brown slacks, an expensive looking beige sweater over a white button down, and dress shoes.

He noticed Sebastian's brows going up and could have sworn he heard Sebastian mutter something. "I'm guessing we're not going clubbing or anything like that, are we?" They were both dressed a little too nicely for dancing and drinking the whole night.

Sebastian smirked, "We're going out on a date."

Dave could feel his whole entire body go numb and burn. "A date?"

"Yes."

"You sure you want to be seen in public with an overweight Liberace look-alike?" It was meant as a joke, but it came out more bitter than Dave intended it to be.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and smirked, "Yes." Dave could see that Sebastian was pleased that his answer made him blush even more. "But that's not the point of today's lesson." He looked at his cell and pushed Dave out the door, "Say goodnight to your dad, we're going too late for our reservation for dinner."

"For what?"

Sebastian had him by the hand and was already pulling him out the door, "Say goodnight, Dave."

Dave had one last chance to turn around to see his dad at the staircase trying hard not to laugh, "Night Dad." Dave shouted as the door shut behind him. "Do I even get a chance to ask you where we're going?" Dave asked as they walked towards the car. He was surprised to find Sebastian right next to him and opening the car door for him.

Sebastian sighed at Dave's "caught in the headlight" look, "It's customary to hold the door out for a date." Dave shook off the feeling, coughed an awkward "thanks" and slid into the seat. Sebastian got into the driver seat and chucked his back bag in the back and started the car.

After a while it was obvious that Sebastian wasn't going to explain today's lesson. "Where are we going again?"

"To Amika's Bistro."

Dave raked his brain, he heard of that place before. "That sushi and sashimi place out of town, right?"

Sebastian nodded wordlessly, his green eyes blank but focused on the road.

"Isn't that place sort of expensive?" Dave asked, he hated to admit, but he need Sebastian to talk.

"This is a date, Dave. It's on me."

Dave fidgeted in his seat, that didn't make the situation any more awkward. Before he had the chance to ask anymore questions, Sebastian beat him to the punch. "You ever held hands with a guy in public?"

"Yeah, with Kurt."

He missed Sebastian wince. "Before or after you tried killing yourself?"

Dave swallowed the bile in his throat. He didn't want to remember that, as far as he was concerned that night was the night that started and ended everything. He looked at the city passing by him, "Before. It was Valentine's Day and I thought-I thought I had a second chance."

Sebastian eyed him for a second, "Yesterday you were able to say that you're gay. Can you be comfortable with being gay?"

"Maybe?"

Sebastian laughed, "Lesson two: Being comfortable with being gay openly." He watched Dave squirm in his seat and patted him on the back, "Look, sooner or later, you're going to meet a guy who likes you and wants to take you out."

Dave was sure that his face was now permanently red from blushing so much. He couldn't see a guy asking him out.

"I highly doubt that the guy will be okay with you hiding the fact you're a couple on a date. You need to know what it's like to be on a date with a guy. Unless you plan on being an old hairy maid in your future." Sebastian continued as they drove past the city's limits at top speed.

The little day dream of Dave being in his future office popped back into his head, along with his dream husband and son. He had to make that happen.

"No."

Sebastian smirked and made a sharp turn, "Good, we'll be there in a few more minutes. Hopefully they still have our reservations. You ever had sushi?"

"No. We live in Lima, Ohio."

Sebastian frowned, "Don't remind me."

They parked a few blocks down from the restaurant and again Sebastian walked over to Dave's side and held the door open for him as he got out. He felt a little less awkward about that till he felt Sebastian's hand slide into his.

He felt Sebastian squeeze his hand in comfort and swing it a bit, "You'll be fine." It was the first time he heard Sebastian actually sound comforting. "God, how the hell is your hand this clammy?"

Dave couldn't help but laugh, "You just had to bring back douche bag Sebastian, didn't you?"

"Of course I did."

The area was filled with people going out on dates or group dates to restaurants, theaters, and/or shops. It was a nice place, but Dave could feel everyone's eyes on them as they continued to hold hands. He didn't miss people faces turn away in disgust or a few people muttering behind their backs. He tried pulling his hand away but Sebastian held tight. "You can't let them tell you what to do." He snapped at Dave, "Let them talk and whisper all they want. Who cares? You're never going to see them again anyway." Sebastian's voice was a bit louder than usual and the people around them either gave them more dirty looks or turned their head away; pretending that they didn't exist.

Sebastian stood up a bit and kissed Dave on the cheek. It was a lingering kiss, not meant for Dave's benefit, but for onlookers. Dave could hear the insults get louder from across the street, but Sebastian only waved at the jerks as if they were his friends. "It's their lost, not ours." He squeezed Dave's hand again and walked them inside. Clearly the maitre d had seen them; the waifish looking woman greeted them curtly. 'Her lost.' Dave reminded himself as Sebastian gave her their reservation information.

The maitre d tossed their menus onto the table and walked briskly away, "She's a doll." Sebastian quipped as he eyed the menu half heartedly.

Dave had lost his appetite, "Maybe we should just go." The restaurant was packed with people and they all apparently had seen the tiny kiss outside. Why did he have to feel like a freak everywhere he went in this lousy state?

"No way. Besides if they try to do anything my dad will sue this place faster than you can blink."

Dave sighed, "Must be nice to have all that power."

Sebastian leaned in closer to Dave, "FYI, even if my dad wasn't a lawyer they still don't have the right to treat me or you like dirt. We, like most people here, are on a date. We're not trying to burn down the city or anything. So relax."

"No one here wants us, why can't we just leave?"

"So we can do what? Run and hide? Pretend to be straight so that homophobes like that Nick guy can feel comfortable with their own sexuality?" Sebastian laughed bitterly, "Screw them. I don't know what goes on in their non-existent brains. Even idiots who say shit like I'm okay with The Gays, I just don't like it when they flaunter it don't seem to get that gay people just want to flirt, date, move in together, get married, have kids, and live in peace just like everyone else." He reached for Dave's hand and held it tight. "You need to know that." He looked back at the menu, but didn't let go.

Dave eyed their intertwined hands for a bit and felt something in him relax finally. "You, Mr. Fuck-and-Leave, want to get married?" he asked jokingly.

Sebastian made a face, "I don't know how long I can live in misery with one man for my entire life. Seems like cruel punishment to me." He swatted Dave on the head with the menu when he saw the playful disappointed look Dave was making, "You're paying for dessert."

"I thought this was a date?" Dave laughed as he eyed the back of the back of the menu looking for desserts. So far everything was pricey.

"And a lesson." Sebastian patted his stomach, "I'm in mood for German chocolate and red velvet cake."

"They don't have those here."

Sebastian leaned back into his chair, "I know. There's a coffee and pastry shop two blocks down that sells them." He smirked as the waiter finally came by.

Dave bit back his response as Sebastian ordered for the both of them, something called the "Romantic Night" platter, dumplings, and two sodas. They were still holding hands as the waiter gave them a stiff look before taking back the menus and walking away rather quickly.

"Still surprised you never had sushi before. How is that?" Leave it to Sebastian to ignore what he didn't want to see. Dave was grateful for that right now, it made it easier to focus on the "date". He felt Sebastian brush his hand with his thumb. It was a nice gesture that made being looked at like they were a freak zoo exhibit a bit better. "You still with me?" Sebastian asked, looking around and finally noticing the stares. "You still want to leave?"

It was nice of Sebastian to ask, but Dave knew he wouldn't let them leave. "No." he shook his head and watched Sebastian smile proudly, "I'll live."

A waitress came out and handed them their drinks, along with an apology. "I'm sorry, but Mac will no longer be your waiter."

They already knew the answer but they couldn't help but ask, "Why? Did he come down with something all of a sudden?" Sebastian asked with eyebrows arched in faux interest.

The waitress bit her lip, contemplating her answer, "He's an asshole." She answered simply and gave them a shy smile. "Enjoy your drinks and I'll be out with your food in a while." She assured them as she went to the next table with a round of drinks.

Sebastian looked honestly surprised by the frank statement. Dave this time didn't want to dwell on it, "So is sushi any good?" he asked, eager to change the topic and mood of the date.

"Really? Dave, you need to get out of Ohio."

Dave shrugged, "It's my first time eating sushi, I just want to know what to expect."

"Relax, I'll be gentle." Sebastian sounded suave and his voice was filled with innuendo.

Dave choked on his drink; he should have seen that one coming. Sebastian passed him a napkin to clean up with, "That reminds me, I need to plan out lesson sixty-"

Dave let go of the other boy's hand and covered his face, "I beg of you, do not finish that sentence." He could feel his face burn.

"Why? You walked right into that one." Sebastian laughed, almost tearing up as Dave continued to blush to the tips of his ears.

"Yeah, I know." Dave sighed and dropped his hands; he could feel Sebastian looking at him oddly again. "What?"

"Nothing." The other boy shrugged and took a sip of his drink, "You look really nice."

It was official; Dave was going to remain the color of tomatoes for the rest of the night. He let out a weak "Thanks."

Sebastian chuckled and crossed his arms, "You're going to have to get used to a date complimenting you." He paused for a moment and then scooted his chair closer to Dave. "And you're going to have to get used to a date trying to get closer too." Dave grew tense as he felt Sebastian run his fingers through his hair. "Relax," Sebastian whispered, he could feel people really staring at them now, some with disgust and others with just pure hate. "They're just jealous because they wish they were on a date with me."

Dave couldn't help but laugh, "Even the guys?"

"Especially the guys." Sebastian rested his other hand onto Dave's and kept it there. "You're going to realize that people are going to stare and whisper and talk like they know everything about you, they don't. So get over them and just freaking live. Why do you have to please others when they don't care about you?"

Dave forced himself not lean anymore into Sebastian's touch, even though the caress did feel kind of good. "I'm having a really hard time seeing how you can be a profound mentor one minute than a giant douche bag the next."

Sebastian smirked, "Lots of practice."

They were having a good time when their food arrived; Dave was slowly becoming used to the staring till he heard someone say his name.

"Hello David."

Sebastian saw Dave's face loose all color, which was quite a shame since it was fun making him blush all the time. He turned around to see a brunette, medium height, and built middle age woman dressed in all black staring coolly at Dave.

Dave looked like a beaten puppy as he pulled away from Sebastian. "Uh, Hi."

And just like all of Sebastian's work went down the drain. The three stayed still awkwardly until Dave found his voice.

"Um…Mom meet Sebastian Smythe, Sebastian my mom." Dave's voice quivered under his mom's scrutinizing glare. She eyed Sebastian for a second but ignored Sebastian's hand when he went to properly introduce himself.

"What are you doing here?" Dave asked, pushing himself further from Sebastian.

His mom and Sebastian noticed Dave trying to break away. "I was on a date and I noticed you sitting here." Her tone was acidic. Sebastian noticed that Dave and his mom had the same hazel colored eyes, but while Dave's eyes were usually unsure and nervous; his mom's looked cold and uncaring.

"I take it that you haven't decided to call Dr. Hammel?" She smiled knowingly.

Dave coughed and wiped his hands on his pants; he could already feel the sushi coming back up. "No."

"Who's Dr. Hammel ?" Sebastian asked, sounding interested.

"He's a," Dave sighed, coming to the conclusion that tonight couldn't get that much worse. "He's a conversion therapist my mom referred me to." Dave answered, trying his best to avoid Sebastian's reaction.

"A conversion therapist?" Sebastian's snarky voice was in full mode, "As in a pray the gay away therapist?"

Dave didn't have the guts to look at him anymore. "Yeah."

Sebastian shook his head and chuckled, "You honestly thought sending your son of to some idiot who thinks praying and keeping your son from wearing skinny jeans or listening to Lady Gaga would actually help? Hate to break it to you, but even if Dave did go through all that, he would still be gay, depressed and oppressed like hell but still gay."

Dave's mom's eyes turned to slits, "I don't remember ever asking you for your opinion. I rather David didn't have to live his entire life in sin." Dave didn't miss Sebastian's hands clutch the table in anger. "Besides, this is just a phase. He'll get over it and he would get over it faster if he would call Dr. Hammel."

Sebastian chuckled, "God, there are so many things wrong with that sentence." He got up and wasn't surprised at all when Dave's mom took a step back. "Mrs. Karof-"

"It's Ms Burkly." Dave's mom corrected. Sounding disgusted that Sebastian would even think that she was still married to Dave's dad.

"Alright." He noticed that Dave's shoulders slump a bit at that. "Ms Burkly, would you consider yourself a religious woman?"

Ms Burkly looked insulted, "Yes, of course I am." She looked over at Dave, "I just wish that Dave-"

Sebastian cut her off, "Forget Dave for a moment." He clapped his hands together, something Dave noticed he did when he ready to kill. "I'm guessing you think the way I live is an abomination since it's stated so clearly in the bible. Am I correct?"

Ms Burly looked impressed and surprised that Sebastian would even know what a bible is. "Correct. I'm surprised you-"

He cut her off again, "And you came down here to this lovely establishment." He waved his hands around the place for embellishment, "So I'm guessing you've eaten sushi before? Along with maybe shellfish?"

Ms Burkly crossed her arms, "Correct."

Sebastian smiled gleefully (he was going in for the kill now), "Really? Because I would have thought a religious woman such as yourself would have known that in Leviticus 11:10 and 11:11, it states that eating any sort of shellfish is an abomination." Sebastian didn't even wait for her to speak before he spoke again, "I'm assuming that you've eaten pork as well?" He cocked his head over to Dave, "Dave was telling me yesterday how you would cook Sunday brunch for the family. Bacon, sausage, and all that good stuff. Which is odd since again in Leviticus 11:7, it states that any sort of swine is unhealthy and unclean to eat or touch."

Dave looked around the restaurant; everyone was looking at them now. He begged silently for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He didn't have the guts to look at his mom or Sebastian as Sebastian continued on.

"And while that Dress Barn outlet outfit you're wearing looks lovely on you, boring and typical, but lovely-" (Dave didn't need to look to know his mom was seething by this point)"I bet you all the money in the world that it's all polyester, something else bible bashers seem to forget they can't wear. Leviticus 19:19." Sebastian walked closer to Ms Burkly, who this time didn't move. "As much as you want to believe that you're a good born again Christian woman now, something tells me that you went along with typical good girl gone bad routine growing up and haven't stopped yet. Sleeping with guys before you get married: Genesis 2:24-25, getting wasted at happy hour, maybe a bit of wine now and then: Deuteronomy 32:33. Even getting a rose tattoo on your hip is sin: Leviticus 19:28."

Dave gulped; he didn't mean to tell that to Sebastian yesterday.

"And what exactly is your point?" Ms Burkly huffed, arms crossed and looking impatient.

Sebastian smiled, "If you could and can still do all those things, then Dave and I can suck on cock and have the chance to taste all thirty-two varieties of cu-"

Dave finally found his voice, "Sebastian, enough!" he got up and gently pushed Sebastian away from his mom. "We need to go."

Sebastian was still in fighting mode."But-?"

"Now." Dave urged, he could feel his mom's eyes on him, daring him to look at her. He wasn't about to fall for that, he had no more energy to deal with her.

Sebastian looked as if he wanted to say something, but changed his mind and pulled out a couple of twenties from his wallet. "Let's go then." He said it too coolly, he tried to grab Dave's hand but Dave pulled away, being sure that there was still space between them as they walked out.

Dave knew he had pissed off Sebastian by doing that, but he couldn't help it. He felt sick, and it didn't help that half of the patrons applauded them leaving, with a few yelling out "Good riddance".

Sebastian was walking fast towards the car, "Sebastian, look-" Dave jumped a bit when Sebastian turned swiftly to look at him, "I know I didn't-"

"What do you expect them to say to you that you haven't said to someone else?" Sebastian snapped, "You know, for a second I honestly thought you were going to make it. But you just had to let them win." He punctuated every word of his sentence with a jab of his finger into Dave's chest.

Dave knew he deserved that, he sighed as Sebastian left him to continue walking. "My mom was in there, people were in there, what else-"

"Who cares?" Sebastian yelled, they reached the car. Dave waited a second and when it seemed like the conversation was over he walked over to the passenger side. His hand was on the car door handle when he heard Sebastian speak up again.

"I doubt you are ever going to see them again." Sebastian had both hands on the door, "I doubt they're going to remember you next week."

"Sebastian-."

"Shut up."

Dave gripped the handle harder; he normally would have punched someone for that. But when he saw that Sebastian had his head on the door, he became too tired to even speak.

"Everyone is going to look at you, Dave. Everywhere you go; people are going to say shit behind your back. Yeah, there are going to be a lot of people who don't care that you're dating and kissing a guy, people who will support you, help change laws for you, and give you the rights that everyone deserves. There are those people. But for some reason, you're still too caught up about those other people and what they say or think about you!" Sebastian voice felt like a knife going through his heart. Dave could see the disappointment in his face.

"What did you expect from me?"

Sebastian bit his lip, honestly thinking the question over. "A lot better than this." He got into the car and started the engine.

Dave couldn't say or do anything, except get in the car as well.

After ten minutes of driving in silence (Dave cursed the fact that the radio wasn't even on) Sebastian spoke again. "I get that you're scared."

Dave could have lied, but finally he couldn't do it anymore. He knew he was gay.

Why deny or hide it anymore?

Sebastian tapped his fingers against the wheel, figuring out what to say next. "Maybe it's rougher when you're not the walking and talking stereotype of a gay guy because people expect you to act like the burly beer guzzling stereotype of a high school jock." He made a few quick sharp turns and glanced at Dave, who was still sitting quietly and solemnly. He pretended not to notice Dave tearing up. "You're not doing anyone any favors by faking being straight, including yourself." He missed Dave wince, he knew it was something Dave had tried to do.

The rest of the drive home was quiet, when they finally reached Dave's house neither of them had said goodnight to each other. As soon as Dave closed the car door behind him Sebastian was off.

"Drive safe." Dave said to the darkness as he watched Sebastian's car disappear around the corner. He looked back at his house; he didn't feel like going in yet. He pulled out his car keys and started to drive, making sure to call his dad to tell him he had forgotten his wallet at the restaurant and that he will be late since the restaurant was so far away.

Ten minutes later he was at Kurt's place.

Kurt was obviously surprised to see him leaning against the door frame looking wiped out. "Dave," he looked Dave up and down, "you look nice…Are you okay?" he asked when he finally noticed Dave's uneasiness.

"Please tell me you keep alcohol in your house."

Kurt frowned, "Not since my dad's heart attack."

Of course.

"Why? What's wrong?" Kurt stepped a bit closer, looking worried. It was comforting, but Dave made him stop from getting any closer. Somehow having Kurt that close seemed unsettling now.

Dave shook his head, not wanting to repeat tonight's events without alcohol numbing his nerves. He opted for the short version. "My mom and Sebastian met, not on purpose of course." He explained when he saw Kurt become alarmed. "Sebastian said some stuff after he found out that my mom wanted to send me to a conversion therapist."

"Stuff like what?"

Dave groaned into his hands, "Stuff like if my mom can eat shellfish, which is an abomination apparently, than Sebastian and I can suck co-"

Kurt held up his hands frantically for him to stop talking, "Okay, I get it!" He opened the door wide to let Dave in and then pulled his cell phone out. "Maybe I can convince Puckerman to bring something over."

Next chapter will be shorter. Queer as Folk was the inspiration for this chapter.

Hope you all like this. And thank you for the reviews and alerts.

Hopefully I didn't offend anyone with this chapter, I'm sorry if I did. Please feel free to correct me if I got any Bible verses wrong or confused.

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