Dave smiled at the Warblers "You guys ready?"

"Yep." All the guys smiled back.

"Let's go then!" The guys started to sing the harmony, "We've got a special treat for you tonight. I've got my good friend Marshall up here." He ruffled Marshall's hair, something they had recently picked up while hanging out together. "And we're gonna sing for you all tonight. Let's get this started Marshall!"

"Name is Marshall, nice to meet you, can I tell you baby. Look around there's a whole lot of pretty ladies. But none like you, you shine so bright, yeah. I was wondering if you and me could spend a minute, on the floor up and close getting lost in it. I won't give up the fight." He grabbed Dave's hand and swirled him around as the whole group broke out into the chorus "I just wanna, oh babyI just want you to dance with me tonight. So come on, oh baby, I just want you to dance with me tonight."

The group broke apart into two with Marshall and Dave in the center, this time Dave sang his part "Well you can dance every dance with the guy who gives you the eye. Let him hold you tight and you can smile every smile for the man who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight. But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be. So darling, save the last dance for me." He stood on cue as Marshall leaned over him to do a flip along with Jeff and Thad.

"I just wanna, oh babyI just want you to dance with me tonight. So come on, oh baby, I just want you to dance with me tonight." He wasn't expecting Marshall to add on a split before singing again, "Break it down now yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Shake it like that, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Now bring it all back to dance with me tonight. One more time, one more time, come on now yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Do your thing, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah."

Dave was surprised that he could sing and dance as easily as the other guys. He was actually enjoying himself. And he could already feel the same buzz of energy he usually felt when he was on the field, "You can dance. Go and carry on till the night is gone. And when it's time to go if he asks if you're all alone can he walk you home you must tell him no. Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be save the last dance for me."

"Everybody sing! I just want you to dance with me tonight!" They sang the last part in perfect Warbler style unison.

Marshall and Dave looked at the senior judges who looked at Sebastian.

"Well?" Liam asked after none of the four spoke.

Sebastian shrugged, he looked agitated somewhat. "I-I liked it." He looked surprised that those words could even come out of his mouth.

The Warblers all smiled and congratulated Dave and Marshall on the good job.

"I loved it. Good job there you two." one of the senior Warblers complimented.

Dave smiled enthusiastically, "Thanks!"

"Well then, that concludes Wednesday's Warblers meeting. Class dismissed." Sebastian called out as he and the three senior judges walked back to the table to discuss further glee meets.

As soon as they made it into the hall Marshall jumped Dave and put him into a head lock. "Dude, you're my freaking hero! God, never thought I could find someone to do that mash-up with me!" Marshall exclaimed as Liam joined them along with Aziz. Marshall pouted at the baseball captain, "And you! I've freaking known you since freshman year, you rarely come to glee meets!"

Aziz shrugged. "I like Karofsky better?"

Marshall pouted more and held his hands to his heart. "That hurts Aziz. That hurts deep." Dave snorted at the two. It had been a little over a week now and he really loved hanging out with Liam, Marshall, and Aziz.

He was surprised about how much they liked him. After he had texted them to tell them about losing Lucas's number Sunday morning (oddly enough he found that Lucas's number was deleted on his cell too), Liam had text messaged Lucas's number to him by the Sunday afternoon. When he asked them how, Marshall texted back "NEVER DOUBT US BRO. THAT AND AZIZ IS SCARY GOOD WITH A COMPUTER :P"

"I bet you're just here because you want to get the dirty on Dave and Lucas." Marshall smirked as he playfully bumped into Dave.

"It's been three days, mate. You guys settle on when you're going to have your official first date together yet?" Liam asked.

Dave smiled bashfully, he had called Lucas that Sunday night (Kurt was there as well to give him moral support) and had talked to him for five hours straight about a lot things. Since then they had talked and text messaged a lot. "We have something planned for Friday."

"Something like an actual date?" Aziz asked smiling. Dave looked at the other two guys, who looked like they were ready to burst. "Yeah."

"Woohoo!"

"BLOODY KNEW IT!"

"About time Karofsky." Aziz smiled, ruffling his hair. "Just make sure to pack protection."

Dave cringed and rubbed his face, "Jesus, Massari. Why the hell did you go there?" He could already feel the blush burn his cheeks.

Aziz shrugged, "Doesn't matter if you're dating a girl or a boy. You never know what can and could go down. So I'm just warning you, protect yourself." He tossed Dave a condom. "Just in case."

Marshall and Liam looked between Aziz and Dave, "Anyone else interested to know why the Muslim would have a condom on him?" Liam asked as Marshall snickered.

Aziz rolled his eyes, "In case you two haven't noticed this school lacks a sex-ed department and the nurse doesn't supply condoms. As captain of the baseball team and RA for the freshman and sophomore dorms I feel like it's my responsibility to hand these babies out. Speaking of which, we wouldn't want another Miller and Hynes scenarios played out again, would we?"

Marshall and Liam grimaced at the same time. "No, not again!"

Dave bit his lip, opened his mouth and closed it again, "Yeah, I feel like that could be a long story."

"It is." Marshall groaned, he swung his arm over Dave's shoulder, "But an all too interesting one as well. You staying for dinner?"

Dave could see the pleading in Marshall and Liam's faces. "Guess so."

Aziz stood back, "You guys go ahead. I'll be right there."

The three boys shrugged and nodded, "We'll be right outside the canteen, mate." Liam waved as Aziz walked back to the Warbler's music room.

"Hey Smythe, can we talk for a second?"
Sebastian didn't even look up from his book, "Alright."

"I-"
"Second's over." Sebastian smirked, flipping the pages of his book carelessly

Aziz flinched, he never liked Sebastian and never got why or how Dave could be friends with him. "Why did you take Lucas's number out of Dave's pocket and how did you erase his number from Dave's phone?"
Sebastian finally looked up, "Why do you seem so interested in Dave's love life now?" he asked with a accusatory tone, although Aziz could tell he was enjoying the possible answers.

"Nice deflecting there." Aziz chided, he sat down on the table across from Sebastian. "I know I haven't known Dave for long, but he seemed pretty adamant about having Lucas's number with him and in his phone."

Sebastian closed his book with a loud snap, "Why do you think I have something to do with it?"

"Because I know you. When you want something Smythe, you go after it. No matter who or what's in your way."

Sebastian rolled his eyes and opened up another book, "Just because your mom is the number one rated psychoanalyst in Chicago doesn't mean you have the knowledge or know how to pick my brain."

Aziz kept his composure; he was used to Sebastian's quips. "Karofsky is a really nice guy I just wanted to make sure that-"

Sebastian's face darkened, "What? That I don't break him into pieces? I have no intentions on fucking Dave; he's not my type anyway. And besides I wouldn't think about dating any guy-regardless of how hot he is. I don't do relationships, remember? So no need to worry about my claws sinking into Dave. He's safe from me." Sebastian said in an angry huff as he packed his things and started to walk out, purposely shoving Aziz a little.

Aziz stood up and dusted himself off, "Really? I thought you two would make a good couple. You two seem really good for each other." Aziz responded reasonably.

Sebastian bit his lip, refusing to turn around. Already though he could feel something in him kick hard at the idea that at least one person besides him thought he and Dave should be together.

It was nice to know.

He refused to turn around; he could already feel his eyes start to sting with tears. "Well that's just you. Shows who has the brain in your family, doesn't it?" When he was sure that he had the tears held back he turned around, his patent smirk back on his face. "Stick to playing baseball and computers Massari. Something that you actually know." He was confident that he had the last word. But Sebastian wasn't having an easy week so far.

"Sebastian, it's hurting you watch him talk about another guy, isn't it?"

Sebastian hid his sniff with a loud cough, this time he couldn't control his tears and didn't look back. "Maybe you should stick to baseball only." He tried desperately to keep his voice balance. "Or blowing things up." He said the last part with venom, trying to get back to his usual self.

Aziz sighed as he watched Sebastian strut out. He took out his phone and sent out a text message to Kurt and a girl he had met on Monday named Santana, who agreed with him that Sebastian had a romantic thing for Karofsky. DIDN'T ADMIT IT VERBALLY, BUT TRYING TO HIDE TEARS WITH SNARKYNESS AND SARCASIM SEEMS LIKE A DEFINITE SIGN THAT HE'S HIDING HIS FEELINGS.

Santana was the first to reply: MAN-SLUT ACTUALLY CRIED? O_o

Kurt texted him while at dinner: HELL HAS FROZEN OVER. THE ROBOT CRIED? THIS IS SERIOUS!

The next day Dave was eager to tell Sebastian all about his phone date with Lucas as they drove to lesson five. Sebastian was only half listening as Dave talked about his six hour conversation with Lucas. He tried his best not to get upset, but his anger was coming out through his sporadic driving.

"Seriously dude, your driving is scaring me. I'm driving back."

Sebastian couldn't shake off the feeling of heartache and worried that it would show through his voice this time. "Told you before Dave, no one drives my baby."

Dave held on tight to the chair as Sebastian made a very sharp illegal left turn, "DUDE!"

"Relax Dave. You've been driving with me before, today's no different." Sebastian smirked at him, eyes clearly off the road. "Don't tell me you've gone soft because of Gosling."

Dave was gripping so tightly to the arm console and door handle that his knuckles were beginning to turn white. "I'm not going to live to make it to my first date with Lucas if you keep this up!" Dave could already feel his lunch churning and trying to make its way up and missed Sebastian shift in his seat at the mention of him and Lucas going out. "Do I get to find out where we are going to next?"

"Actually, yes."

"Finally." Dave bit his lip as Sebastian made a sharp turn into a parking lot, narrowly missing a mini-van.

"We're here." Sebastian declared gleefully, enjoying Dave's face turning green. "Oh, and by the way if you throw up in my car you are going to be walking home."

Dave knew Sebastian well enough to know that he wasn't joking.

"Okay," Sebastian cut off the engine, "Today's lesson is: No Regrets."

"Says the guy who frequents Scandals." Dave whispered under his breath. Unfortunately though it wasn't that quite, he earned himself a good flick on the forehead. "Damn it." He rubbed the sore spot. "Is this going to be a thing with us now? You flicking me on the head?"

Sebastian smirked, "If you continue to say things that I deemed shitty or untrue, then yes. So think twice or three times before speaking." He patted Dave shoulder lightly and continued, "Like I said: Today's lesson is about having no regrets. I sort of wanted this to be lesson four actually, but Be Okay holds meeting every fortnight. "

"Be Okay?"

"It's a support group for LGBT members who have gone to treatments to get rid of their homosexuality and failed, of course, and then accept themselves. I figured after hearing what your lovely mother suggested that you would want to see what would have happened if you went to Doctor Lunatic, who by the I googled and found out that he had his license taken away by the ACA and APA."

Dave was touched that Sebastian had planned this out for him. After hearing his mom and dad argue in his room after failing to kill himself, he had thought about going to conversion therapy. It seemed like a good idea. In reality, he was pretty sure he didn't want to go Dr. Hammel anymore.

"I don't want to go to Dr. Hammel." Dave sort of lied. "I'm okay with being gay now."

Sebastian nodded but didn't look like he believed him, "Yeah now, but what about later? What if something happens when you and Lucas go out on your first date? Or what if you run into your mom again? Anything triggers those "What if?" and "Should I? questions and they will annoy the living crap out of you." He could see Dave's shoulders slump, something that confirmed to him that Dave wasn't 100% comfortable or accepting of himself yet. "Just consider this as a preemptive strike towards those thoughts, okay?"

Dave sighed and nodded, following Sebastian as the two got out of the car and into the small building.

Dave didn't know what he was expecting when he stepped into the conference room. A bunch of quiet and depressed people? A bunch of positive-happy-go-lucky cult like people? Maybe people who were filled with love and devotion and singing kumbaya?

Dave caught himself, 'God, I'm still a freaking tool.' Okay, so maybe he still had some learning to do.

The conference room was plain, blue carpeting, white walls, okay lighting, and a long table in the back filled with doughnuts, cookies, and drinks. And the people were friendly; men and women of all ages, race, and religion looked to be in the room. Dave noticed some had a family member or two or brought their partner with them.

"Hi, you're Sebastian, right?" asked a small petite Indian girl.

Sebastian agreed and introduced Dave to the girl. "Hi Dave. I'm Daya, I'm one of the moderators. It's nice to meet you."

"Same here."

Daya smiled politely, "Well welcome to Lima's chapter of Be Okay. We usually discuss topics such as the difficulties of coming out, having to go to conversion therapy whether it's a force choice or a choice you made on your own, suicide ideation, suicide attempts, relationship abuse, discrimination and all sorts of things."

Dave looked around the room, everyone looked relaxed or happy. None of seemed like there were going through or have went through any of things that Daya mentioned. "I never knew you guys existed." He coughed out; he could have used a group like this.

"It's a grass roots project that our founder Karen Cole" Daya pointed to a forty-something African-American woman standing by the podium talking to a few other people, "started after her brother killed himself."

Dave bit his lip, "What happened?"

Daya shook her head, "Karen usually goes over that story at the beginning of the meeting. We should be starting in a few minutes. You don't have to talk if you don't want to, nor do you have to stay for the whole meeting if you start to feel uncomfortable-some of the stories can be a little rough to hear."

Sebastian could see the black cloud forming over Dave's head, he thanked Daya for the information (and slight warning) and lead Dave to two empty chairs in the middle row. "Are you going to be okay?"

Dave licked his lips; the two weeks of being fine were starting to unravel. "Yeah." He lied easily this time.

An hour into the meeting he had heard different stories by different people. Karen opened the meeting by greeting newcomers and telling the story about how her little brother had killed himself after his thirty-third birthday. How he had gone through conversion therapy from age thirteen to eighteen, how he had gone through dating girls who he never really loved, and how he had gone through losing a lot of friends because of his moodiness.

"I found him dead two weeks after his birthday," Karen stated, tears already pouring down her face, "He had hung himself in his closet. He left us a note saying he was never happy and couldn't fake being happy anymore. He stated that he had been fighting his urges for years and that he knew in the end he was going to disappoint us. In the end though I realized too late that I and the rest of my family disappointed and failed him."

All of other stories were just as heartbreaking to hear. From attempted suicides, to family and friends who represented their love ones who committed suicide, a guy not that much older than Dave and Sebastian who admitted to being beaten by his boyfriend so badly that he had been knocked into a coma by him, an older woman who disowned her daughter after her daughter admitted she was bisexual, a couple of people who went to conversion therapy and couldn't keep up the "Being Straight" guise anymore (one even went to Dr. Hammel!), a transgendered college grad who was finally happy with her life, and an eighty-something year old guy who had recently come out.

Dave felt Sebastian tap him as the old man told his coming out story and the complications of being gay during 40s and 50s. He noticed Sebastian offering him a small packet of tissues without looking at Dave.

Dave was hoping Sebastian hadn't seen him cry. "I hate you." He whispered as he took the packet.

Sebastian smirked, "You love me."

Dave sniffed, he had a comeback in mind, but this time he sort of wanted to be honest. "A little."

(He missed Sebastian's ears turning red.)

After the meeting ended Dave walked around, talking to a few people-starting with Karen, who invited Dave to the next meeting. Next was Adam (the guy who was abused by his boyfriend) who advised Dave about different schools and scholarships, and the guy that Dave really wanted to talk to: Emmitt. Dave had a lot of regrets about not coming out earlier; he couldn't imagine what life had to be like coming out during your late eighties though.

Emmitt smiled knowingly as Dave told him his story and gave Dave a bit of advice, "My only regret about being gay is that I repressed it for so long. I surrendered my youth to the people I feared when I could have been out there loving someone. Don't make that mistake yourself, kid. Life's too damn short."

After the meeting Dave found himself sitting quietly with Sebastian in the car. They were still in the parking lot. Sebastian felt guilty like hell as he sat helplessly watching Dave fight back tears. He couldn't stomach making a crack now. Even asking "Are you okay?" seemed stupid. But it was the best he had.

"Are you okay?" He wanted to kick himself when Dave let out a forced sour sounding chuckle. He held himself back from wanting to wipe away Dave's tears. 'Shit, I'm losing myself here.'

"Not really." Dave snorted after awhile. "You were right. As usual. "

Usually Sebastian would gloat about this, but he didn't have the energy or heart to do so this time.

Dave wiped away the tears, "Christ, I-I knew it was going to be hell coming out and accepting. But-Shit!" he couldn't help himself anymore and finally broke down.

Sebastian flinched; he kept his hand frozen in mid air. Confused on how to comfort Dave. Should he hug him? (Sebastian didn't do hugs) Hold his hand? (Yeah, no to that too) Lie and tell him everything was going to be alright and that he had to believe something better was out there for him (GOD NO! He wasn't Kurt).

"At least you know there's always someone in the same boat as you."

Dave chuckled again, "Right."

Sebastian tapped the steering wheel. He thought back to when he left France because rumors where spreading about him being gay. He didn't want to go through what his classmate had gone through. He didn't want to have to hear it get worse while he was still living.

"It's always going to suck. Doesn't matter if you're straight, gay, bi, pan, demi, tran, or whatever. You're always going to have someone or something willing and determine to make you feel abnormal and freak-like. You just have to find a way to get over it and live. Otherwise…you're not going to make it."

Silence filled the car again.

Sebastian looked at the time, "You want to get dinner?"

Dave sighed, somewhat grateful for the change of topic. "Yeah."

When Dave got back home, he thought about a few regrets he had had and a few that were still swarming in his head.

He looked up a certain phone number in McKinley's school directory and pulled out his cell phone. After a few rings, said person finally answered. "David? How are you?"

Dave cleared his throat and gathered all the courage he had. "Okay, I guess. I know this sounds stupid, but can I ask you for a small favor?"

He could practically hear Mr. Schue smile over the phone. "Yeah, of course, Dave."

Dave could feel his stomach twisting and churtning as he waited outside the classroom for Mr. Schue to call him in.

"Bro, you gotta relax. You'll be fine." Marshall assured him. Liam and Aziz agreed.

Dave told them about his plan; he didn't expect the three to come to McKinley with him after school. It was really a spur of the moment decision on their part. He agreed to let them come, as long as they didn't tell Sebastian.

"I want all of you to welcome back a former classmate and a former honorary New Direction member." He heard Mr. Schue tell the class, the door to the classroom opened, "Everyone, welcome back Dave."

Dave noticed the surprised look on Santana, Kurt, Britney, and Blaine's face and the uber-surprised look on the others.

He felt Aziz ruffle his hair, bringing him back to reality. He cleared his throat while his friends took their seats.

"Uh-thanks for letting me crash your class, Mr. Schue."

Schue smiled gently, "No problem. We're glad to have you back."

Rachel's hand sprung into the air and without being called on spoke, "Not that we're not glad to have you back Karofsky." He didn't miss Kurt and the other's reaction to that, "But, Mr. Schue shouldn't we be focusing on Nationals right now? We have to consider new dance routines since Quinn will be in a wheelchair for a while now and-"

"Berry, shut it before I hot glue it shut." Santana gritted.

Mr. Schue clapped his hands together, "Santana." he warned, glaring at the young girl before returning his attention to the class, "David called me last night and wanted to offer an apology not to mention a small token of thanks." He let Dave have the floor.

"I know that I said sorry to you guys before. But um, let's face it, that wasn't a real sincere apology." He heard a few snarky comments from Puck, Hudson, and Quinn before Kurt told them to hush. "I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry for how I treated you guys. You didn't deserve it." He looked to his friends for support, "And I also wanted to tell you guys that I joined the Warblers."

"You can sing?" Puck asked, Finn looked pale, and Rachel could only blink in surprise. He didn't miss the sly grins on Britney, Santana, Kurt, and Blaine though.

"Yeah, I can. I know I made fun of you guys for singing and dancing, but I gotta admit I always thought it looked fun. And I always regretted not having the guts to sign up for glee," he took a deep breath, this could hurt. "I know you girls can really sing, but I was wondering if I could have the honor of singing with Mercedes."

Mercedes snapped her head up, "What?"

"I-I just always loved your voice and out of all the girls in the club, I always wanted to sing with you." He looked over at Santana and Tina, "No offense to you two, I love your voices as well."

Tina smiled supportively, "None taken." She pushed Mercedes abit, "Go on. It could be fun."

Mercedes looked at Dave for a while and turned to look at Kurt and Blaine who were giving her puppy dog eyes. "Fine, I'll do it. But he better keep up with me." She stomped over to Dave, "So what song do you want to sing?" she asked already sounding bored and disappointed.

"Do you know Feeling Good?"

Mercedes looked pleasantly surprised this time, "Yeah." she smiled, "It's one of my favorite songs."

Dave could see his friends give him the thumps up, "Great." He gave the cue to Brad and the band to start playing.

"Birds flying high. You know how I feel. Sun in the sky you know how I feel. Breeze driftin on by you know how I feel. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me, and I'm feeling good." He sang out loud and saw the look of amazement and shock on the others. He offered his hand to Mercedes and spun her around.

Mercedes smiled as she sang the next part, "Fish in the sea, you know I feel. River running free, you know how I feel. Blossom on a tree, you know I feel. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, its new life for me, and I'm feeling good."

They took turns singing the next part as they waltzed around the room:

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know (Mercedes)
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean(Dave)
Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean(Mercedes)

And this old world is a new world and a bold world for me, for me (Dave)

Dave and Mercedes were having too much fun waltzing around the room, doing spins, turns, and dips, that neither of them nor the class realized someone was watching them.

Stars when you shine you know how I feel (Dave)
Scent of the pine you know how I feel (Mercedes)
Oh freedom is mine and I know how I feel (Dave)
It's a new dawn, It's a new day, It's a new life (Both)

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life (Both)

It's a new dawn (Dave)
It's a new day(Mercedes)
It's a new life(Mercedes)
It's a new life(Dave)
For me and I'm feeling good (Both)

Dave spun her one more time before pulling her in close.

I'm feeling good (Dave)
I feel so good(Mercedes)
I feel so good(Both)

The whole class broke out in applause and even stood up, including Brad and the band.

Mercedes pulled him closer by the lapels of his uniform blazer, "Karofsky, I have just one question for you: Where have you been all my life?" she asked smiling and eyes shiny and wide.

Dave laughed and couldn't help but reply, "In the closet?"

Mercedes laughed and hugged him tightly, "Damn you! Imagine if you had signed up for glee, we would have been the couple to finally kick Rachel and Finn's butt."

Rachel look aghast, "Um, excuse me?"

Finn patted her shoulder, "Actually, they could and did kick our butts there."

Sam, Mike and Puck looked to be in awe, "Dude, you're like- Sinatra reborn." Puck complimented.

A guy with an Irish accent looked at Dave in wonderment, "You were awesome, I love that song." He even got up to shake Dave's hand. Even Brad complimented him!

Mr. Schue smiled and patted Dave's shoulder, "So Dave, are you planning to perform with the Warblers with that voice and dance moves?"

Marshall answered for him, "You bet he is! He has some duets with me." He pointed to Mercedes, "So keep your hands off my merchandise." Mercedes stuck her tongue out playfully.

"He also has a few solos as well." Sebastian piped up from the doorway.

"Solos?" Kurt looked flabbergasted, but not by Sebastian's sudden appearance. "It freaking took me months to even get considered for a damn solo and he gets one in less than two weeks?"

The whole group looked at him.

Sebastian smirked, "We like Dave better." He walked over to Dave, "I'm hurt that you neglected to tell me you were putting on a little show for the McKinley's losers."

Finn snorted, "Well we all know you're allergic to public schools."

Dave became flushed under Sebastian's glare; he didn't mean to leave Sebastian out. But he knew Kurt and him didn't get along. Why make things complicated?

"You didn't miss much." He answered simply, hoping to find away to diffuse the tension.

Sebastian eyed him for a second before looking at Kurt. "Already thinking of ways to take away Dave from the Warblers?" Dave knew Sebastian meant it as a sarcastic question, but it almost sounded spiteful. Thank God Mr. Schue stopped anything from happening.

"As much it hurts us to lose Dave's talent, we're just glad that he finally found a place to start over again. Along with new friends." He cocked his chin over to the guys. "Just to let you know Dave, you're welcome back anytime you feel like it."

Rachel stuck up her hand and again spoke out without being called, "Except for when we're practicing for-"

"I swear to everything and everyone up above Rachel if the last word in your sentence is 'Nationals' you're going to wake up and find your Barbra Streisand records in ashes." Kurt warned, sounding as demonic as Sebastian and Santana put together.

Tina bit her lip, "What Rachel meant to say is that you're always welcome, day or night."

Irish Guy grinned, "Definitely come back. We could do a rat-pack special."

"Even some Dean Martin and Lena Horne duets." Mercedes suggested.

Dave nodded, he liked that. "Sure." He bumped fist with Irish Guy and hugged Mercedes goodbye. He then shook hands with Mr. Schue. "Thanks again for letting me crash."

"Anytime time Dave. Just take care of yourself."

"He will." Sebastian promised him, waiting by the door along with three other Dalton boys.

"Bye everyone." Dave waved finally closing the door behind him. Suddenly he felt sort of at ease, knowing that at least one regret was now put to rest.

"You doing okay?" Liam asked, when Dave didn't answer Liam bumped him, "You were bloody awesome in there, mate. You should be proud of yourself."

"Yeah," Aziz agreed, "That brunette looked like she was going to pop a vein once you two started to sing."

Before Dave could answer he heard a familiar voice growl out, "What the fuck are you doing here, fag?"

Dave stood face to face with Azimio and a few guys from the football and hockey team.

So it's slightly shorter?

Anyway, hope you all liked it. And thanks so much for the reviews, alerts, and favorites. Means a lot.

Dave and Marshall's mash-up was a mix of Olly Murs-Dance With Me Tonight and Michael Buble-Save The Last Dance For Me.

Be Okay isn't a real group, but based on other groups like It Gets Better Project/Trevor Project and GSA.

Emmitt's advice to Dave is a quote from the writer Armistead Maupin.

Feeling Good is a cover performed by Michael Buble (originally by Nina Simone)

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