Monday night at the Karofsky's Residence …
"So does this mean that Kurt and Santana are at Sebastian's house?" Dave asked wearily when he saw Blaine and Brittney at his bedroom door.
Brittney bit her lip-unsure about answering truthfully, "Maybe?"
"Do you guys know what happened?" he asked them as he threw his backpack to the side, leaving them to enter his room. "Or did Kurt just fill you about what happened after we left the theater?"
Blaine blanched, "Actually yes and yes."
Dave eyed him for a few seconds, "Don't tell me, Marshall or Aziz texted you what happened?" He questioned looking distraught as he sounded.. He felt tired and drained as he sat down on his bed. He had hoped to a quiet night in his room with his thoughts and feelings about what happened since yesterday.
"Luke and Jeff texted me about what happened today. Are you alright?" Blaine asked slowly as he approached Dave with caution. He wasn't scared of him, never was. He just wasn't sure how to handle him. Kurt was his friend, not him.
Dave rubbed his face and smiled bitterly, "No, not even close." he said nothing as the two sat on both his side. "How's he doing?" Dave asked, trying to keep his voice settled to a normal pitch.
Brittney flinched; she had received a text a few minutes ago from Santana telling her that Sebastian was throwing up. "Not good." She answered half honestly. She honestly didn't blame Dave for what happened, nor did she blame Sebastian.
She and Blaine just wished it didn't have to happen like this.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Brittney asked pulling out a plastic bag from her backpack, "I brought my friends, Ben and Jerry." She swung the bag ladled with three pints of ice cream back and forth in the air.
Dave smiled sadly at her, "Anything in there that's going to help me fix this?"
Yesterday afternoon…
Sebastian smiled at Dave as the three got in line for the movie, all agreeing that new indie flick sounded interesting at least.
Kurt looked between the two for a few minutes. He knew it was going to get awkward, but this was downright excruciating. "So, Sebastian, David mentioned that the Warblers had their summer concert schedule all planned out."
Sebastian didn't even batter an eye, "He told you that, did he." It didn't sound like a question, more just like a known fact.
A very bitter known fact.
Kurt knew that this was his idea, that this stupid, insipid, and hackneyed plan was his alone. He was only half regretting it, considering he had forgotten how short his patience with Sebastian was already. Instead he turned to Dave as they purchased their tickets, "Did you get a chance to read the book I gave you after your appointment?"
Sebastian's head snapped up, "What appointment?" he frowned looking between the two of them.
Kurt took a step back, "David's ther-" the rest of the sentence died on Kurt's tongue as he saw Dave face twist in horror and Sebastian's face chance to indifference.
"You're in therapy?" Sebastian asked conversationally.
Dave looked almost scared and really worried as he rubbed the back of his head in frustration. Kurt thought he looked like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Yeah, I-it's required for any minor who tries to commit suicide."
Sebastian nodded, "You never told me." His voice sounded emotionless and even, scaring Dave even more.
Kurt gulped, sensing why Dave would be scared. Sebastian wasn't reacting.
At all.
Kurt expected a sarcastic or hurtful comment or at least some sort of ugly expression from the younger man.
But Sebastian looked lifeless almost.
"I just found out by accident. I overheard him making an appointment. It's no big –"
Sebastian's green eyes looked as empty as his voice sounded, "But he told you."
Dave just nodded, not knowing what he could say or do to make anything better. Apologizing seemed odd, because he had the right not to tell Sebastian that he was in therapy.
He didn't want to tell Kurt, he never made plans to tell Kurt.
Speaking of which…
Dave pulled Kurt back while Sebastian was ordering popcorn at the concession stand, "What the hell where you thinking? Why did you bring Sebastian here?"
Kurt looked over to see Sebastian paying the attendant, his facial expression still blank looking. This was scaring him even more because the attendant was an extremely attractive guy. A guy who, any other day, Sebastian would be flirting with.
"I thought he could use a break, he looked so down and confused when I ran into him at the coffee shop."
Dave rubbed his face wearily, "So you thought bringing him here with you was going to help? And why did you mention me in therapy?"
Kurt held up his hands in surrender, "I'm sorry I brought up the therapy. I thought he knew!"
Dave glared at him.
"Oh don't look at me like that. You two are basically connected at the hips now days. I thought for sure that you would have told him something like that. I'm really sorry though. And I thought brining him here might give him the push he needs to realize some things."
"What things?"
"Yes Kurt, what things?" Sebastian asked too calmly, his face more stoic now than ever. Kurt was really starting to miss his smug expressions. He needed smug Sebastian back this instant.
"Nothing." Kurt said too quickly, he could feel his cheeks flush as Dave sent him a look that easily meant You're a horrible liar. He ignored the look and message and walked ahead of the two boys. "Let's go before all the good seats are taken. Plus I want to see that preview of the new Clive Owen film."
Kurt held out the door for both boys as they lead him to their seats. He always hated when there was awkward tension in the glee club, majority of the time it was between Rachel and the other girls. Which he became slowly too used and bored with. But it still sucked to see your friends walk around egg shells with each other. The tension was making him feel sick.
He thanked anyone listening above that the movie started quickly, at least for the next two hours they wouldn't have to talk. He hoped the film was funny enough to break the ice…again.
There were some funny parts, which he and Dave laughed at, but Sebastian wasn't laughing at all. He looked distracted and Kurt could see Sebastian's fingers clenching the arm rests too tightly. "The red head is pretty cute." Dave commented laughing as the guy in the movie started to strip in a drunken haze in front of his cop buddies.
Kurt laughed, "Nice body. He's definitely pulling off the Jake Gyllenhaal dance move."
Dave pinched the bridge of his nose, "God, if there is one guy whose butt I'm tired of seeing it's definitely Gyllenhaal."
"Kind of takes the element of surprise and mystery away every time you see him in his films naked."
"Which is every film." Dave quipped as Kurt laughed again.
Suddenly Sebastian got up quickly, knocking down his popcorn and drink simultaneously.
"Sebastian?" Kurt called out ready to get up till Dave stopped him.
"No, I've got this." Dave exclaimed tersely. He looked like he was expecting Sebastian to walk off.
"You sure?" Kurt asked softly as Dave got up.
"Yeah." He called out as he went after Sebastian. He jogged halfway to Sebastian who was halfway out the theater, his head down and his body stiff. "Sebastian. Wait!" Dave called out, trying not to become too angry with his friend.
Sebastian stilled at the sound of his name, he quickly turned around. His face no longer calm, but on the brink of an emotional breakdown.
Dave knew that face-he had on that face when his locker was vandalized. It was that look that he hated-the look that screamed: "EVERYTHING IS GONE!"
"Why did you tell Kurt you where in therapy?" Sebastian asked, his voice masking the pain his face couldn't hide.
Dave took a step back, "What?"
Sebastian guffawed and rolled his eyes, "Don't 'What?' me. You heard me the first time." His voice was filled with sadness and venom and most of all, frustration. "So let's please not let this turn into a horrible cliché CW worthy argument, all right?" Sebastian asked between gritted teeth. His arms laying lifelessly at his sides.
"I didn't tell Kurt. He overheard me making an appointment. No one besides him knows." Dave explained calmly, hoping like hell that this would make his friend calmer.
"Why didn't you tell me? All those times you and I were together, not once did you mention to me you where in therapy? You didn't tell me that you were going back to McKinley to sing to New Directions, and not once did you tell me that you were hanging out with Kurt Hummel!" Sebastian's voice rose towards the end. He let out a deep breath and blinked a few times, he took a few steps back when Dave walked further towards him.
Dave noticed the movement and pouted a bit.
"Don't you even think about making that face. You didn't tell me anything!"
Dave sighed, "I know how much you don't like Kurt. I didn't want to hide this from you, but I want to be Kurt's friend and I thought this would be a good way to get us on the right step."
"That is such a lame and pathetic excuse!" Sebastian seethed turning away to walk out of the theater. He ignored Dave's heavy footsteps and didn't realize how much closer the other boy really was until he felt Dave's fingers clasp around his forearm. "Let me go!"
Dave let go as soon as Sebastian finished the order. "I knew you would react this way if you knew about me and Kurt hanging out. That's why I didn't want to tell you."
Sebastian could feel his blood pound against his ears. He couldn't believe that Dave thought he was protecting him by going behind his back and hanging out with Kurt. "You should have told me. From the beginning. That's what b-" Sebastian closed his mouth quickly, eyes going wide as saucers.
Dave frowned after a few seconds of Sebastian being quite. "Sebastian? What?" he shook Sebastian's shoulders a little. "Are you okay?"
Sebastian opened and closed his mouth a few times. He didn't realize he was about to say it until the words almost flew out of his mouth.
'Oh God. Jeff is right.'
"Sebastian?"
Sebastian looked up at Dave, his greens eyes tearing slightly. Dave gripped his shoulders harder. "Dude. Seriously, please don't cry. That would seriously mess me up more."
Sebastian bit his lip, if he was crying in front of Dave, then he knew he was in trouble. Big Trouble.
"I want to laugh and cry." Sebastian groaned as he stepped out of Dave's grasp and massaged his head. The pounding and coming to terms was definitely wreaking havoc on his emotional state of mind. "That's a first." Sebastian shook his head. "Oh God."
"Sebastian, you're kind of scaring me."
Sebastian laughed bitterly, biting his lip hard till he felt a bit of blood. "I like you."
Dave frowned. "What?"
Sebastian looked disappointed, "Really? You're going to play 'I'm a dumb public school kid' again?" he walked closer to Dave till they were mere inches apart. "I like you. I hate Kurt and Lucas. I hate Kurt because he's the guy who I don't think I could stand a chance against if you had to choose between us and I hate Lucas because he has you. Even though he doesn't deserve you."
"Sebastian-"
Sebastian covered Dave's mouth, his eyes burning more over the unshed tears he refused to let fall because he knew it would make this confession even cheesier and tacky.
(Basically Kurt-like.)
"I really want to admit this while I'm still having a minor panic attack." Sebastian begged in a broken voice. "I hate the idea of Lucas and you together. I hate him. Alright?"
Sebastian felt sick as he saw the understanding seep into Dave, his hazel eyes wide and hurt.
"I know I'm your best friend and I want you to be happy because you deserve to be happy. You know that right?"
Dave nodded.
Sebastian licked his lips, he had to finish this. "I want you to be happy. But you know I'm an asshole. You probably think I'm the world's biggest D-bag?"
Dave shrugged, his face getting a bit redder.
Sebastian ignored the stinging feeling of Dave thinking that he truly was a jerk and continued on. "I want to be happy too. I didn't say your relationship with Lucas was a fake because I wanted to be happy and you to be miserable. I just said it because I want you. And before you even think about it, I don't want you as a one night stand kind of way. I just want you…as a boyfriend. My boyfriend." Sebastian surprised himself by how easy those words floated out of his mouth. He knew he was blunt and harsh a majority of the time. But the confession came out light and unwavering. He knew he meant it more than anything. Sebastian marveled at the feeling flowing through him. He felt better. Great. The weight he had been carrying for weeks now had disappeared off his chest.
He took his hand away from Dave's mouth.
Dave looked a bit confused and hurt. "You-" he flinched and shook his head. "How long have you liked me?"
Sebastian just shrugged, "Does that really matter?"
Dave frowned at his short and curt answer, "Guess not?" he nodded and stuck his hands into his pocket. "I know how it feel to confess your feelings to someone you like. Takes a lot of guts and courage." He snorted, "And a lot of bad poetry."
Sebastian ignored the blush creeping up his neck at the mention of that.
"Which makes me the world biggest hypocrite, again."
Sebastian knew what Dave was going to say.
He expected it.
And deep down, believed that he deserved it.
But it still hurt like hell.
"I don't want to be your boyfriend, Sebastian."
Monday night at the Smythe Residence…
Santana could only cringe as the vomiting from Sebastian's bathroom continued. She sat crossed legged on Sebastian's bed along with Kurt, wordlessly texting Brittney about what was happening.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do." Kurt mused to himself quietly as he looked at the, flinching every time Sebastian let out a heave.
"You mean you don't know what we're supposed to do." Santana stated as she tapped sent on her phone, looking up finally to see Kurt looking tired and regretful.
Kurt pursed his lips for a second and looked at her as if he had just noticed her presence in the room. "Why are you even here Santana?"
Santana snorted and smirked, "Please, as much as you would like to believe you're the gay Nicholas Sparks of the school, you suck at giving advice at love. You pretty much suck at having a love life. You're just lucky Blaine was the one with all the guts otherwise you would still be pinning for him."
Kurt pressed his lips tightly together; he knew Santana meant only half of what she said. She was angry, of course. So when she was angry and felt useless she was ready to attack anyone in her sights.
Kurt usually didn't care about her insults.
But not today.
"As oppose to you who denied being gay and being in love with Brittney because it wasn't what pretty popular girls do, right?" Kurt asked sarcastically, voice dripping with malice and ice. "You wouldn't even be in an exclusive relationship with Brittney if it wasn't for Finn outing you in school. You should be the last person here, why are you here?"
"Actually I was going to ask you both the same question." Sebastian wheezed.
Santana and Kurt both whipped their heads around to see a very weak Sebastian clutching the bathroom door frame, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Feeling better?" Kurt asked coming closer to Sebastian and pulling him by the hand over to the bed.
Sebastian laughed; he was too weak and emotionally drained to even realize he was being pulled by Kurt towards the bed. A bed.
He would have laughed any other day.
"I think I got rid of everything in my stomach from the last two days." Sebastian collapsed on his bed, clutching his stomach as the acid in him burned even more so than the headache pounding away in his skull.
Santana pulled out a brown bag in front of him, "I got you some sandwiches." She set them aside on his nightstand.
"Thanks." Sebastian muttered as the two sat down on both his sides.
"Sebastian, are you-?"
"Is he okay?" Sebastian asked quickly cutting Kurt off. "Dave, I mean, is he okay?" his voice wavered.
Santana and Kurt looked at each other, both felt extremely hurt and worried that Sebastian was defenseless and tired. That he could be defenseless and tired.
"Yeah. He's okay." Kurt answered quietly.
Sebastian let Santana intertwine their fingers on his lap. It brought a bit of comfort. It was reassuring.
And he needed that now more than ever.
"I messed up." Sebastian said to himself.
"You didn't mess up anything. You can still-"
Sebastian cut Kurt off again with a bitter snort and smirk, "Really Kurt?" he turned his body so that he fully facing the older boy fully. "You honestly think that I still have a chance?"
"I don't know, but you can't just-"
"Do you remember when Dave told you that he wanted to be in a relationship with you? The night where you thought Blaine was sending you those Valentine notes."
Kurt bit his lip and sulked, knowing full well where this was going. "Yes."
Sebastian rose his brow, "Would have said 'yes' to him? If there was no Blaine, if you were still single. Would you have gone out and agreed to take a chance on him?"
Kurt sighed, "I don't think I could."
Sebastian nodded, it was an answer he didn't want to hear but knew was true. It made him want to vomit again.
He felt Santana's fingers tighten around his making his queasiness a bit more bearable. "He hates me. And that's understandable." He gulped down his pain again, refusing to cry in front of Santana and Kurt. "I guess I would feel the same too if someone had made me feel lower than dirt."
"Stupid question of the year." Santana piped up, "But, are you going to be okay?"
Sebastian leaned his head against Kurt's shoulder, missing the look of wide eye shock on both their faces. Screw the fact that he hated Kurt and any member of New Direction, he just needed something solid in his life for once. "Yeah, just not today."
Earlier that day at Dalton…
Dave knew that everyone at Dalton knew what had happened at the movies. He could feel everyone cast their eyes away, in worry, shame, anger, and/or sadness.
He doubted Sebastian would tell anyone what had happened. Maybe Kurt had told Bla-
'No doubt in my mind that Blaine told the rest.' Dave thought bitterly as he saw Jeff glance at him for a few seconds. His facial expression unreadable as he walked into his next class.
There was only one more class till the Warblers had to meet for practice.
"Hey mate, you alright?" Liam asked sweetly and genuinely.
Dave looked around the hallway; he knew everyone else was going to be walking on eggshells around him. "Never better."
Liam smirked, "Never pegged Blaine as the gossip type."
Dave snorted, "Yeah? Guess McKinley is rubbing off of him pretty well then." The anger in voice was palpable. Blaine was no better than Nick or any of the dumb jocks at both his old high schools at this point.
"No one hates you. I think-I think we can all understand why you said no." Liam assured him, "No one is going to pretend that you and he started off on the best foot. We're all just worried; we all wanted the happy ending for the both of you. Most importantly you though."
Dave smiled sadly; glad to know that at least his friends were still his friends. "Thanks Liam."
Liam smiled sheepishly as he pushed Dave to his next class. "Now go on. I'll see you at the Warblers meet, right?" He pated Dave on the back, "And please, could you at least put Marshall out of his misery. He went on and raved the entire night and morning about not being able to reach you."
Dave finally laughed for real. "Yeah, I got all of his twenty-one text messages and twelve voicemails."
"God help us if you make him sick with worry again like that. Aziz and I nearly knocked him out last night." Liam rolled his eyes, though he still looked amused, "Promise me you'll show up."
Dave could hear the worry in his friend's voice, "I'll be there, I promise."
Marshall was definitely raving throughout class; he wouldn't let Dave out his sight the entire time. Dave smiled as Marshall wrapped his arms around his neck. "What's it going to take for you to forgive me and let me go?"
Marshall frowned, pretending to think about it. "Forgive you? How about tickets to a concert of my choice? To let you go? Never happening again buddy."
Dave didn't even want to pretend that that didn't mean a lot to him.
"I promise to always answer your texts and calls from now on." Dave promised as they walked awkwardly together to glee meet, and getting the attention from few teachers as they went in.
"You better." Marshall lightly pushed him as they took their usual seat by Liam.
Dave looked across the room to see Sebastian seating at his usual spot by Jeff and the captains. He cocked his chin at him, "How has he been doing?" he asked quietly to them.
Liam paused what he was doing-rifling through his music notes-"I-not great honestly."
Dave nodded, expecting that much.
"He looks gutted." Marshall stated observantly.
Liam bit his lip, "He is gutted." He looked over at Dave. "He must really love you."
It wasn't meant to be sarcastic, bitter, angry, revengeful, or anything else.
It was the honest truth.
Sebastian loved (loves) him. And it showed.
And knowing that hurt like hell.
Sebastian sat quietly as the meeting got started; he knew everyone in the club knew about what happened. No thanks to Kurt.
He felt Jeff elbow bump him, jutting him out his thoughts. "What?"
"You better check your phone."
Sebastian frowned as he pulled out his phone to see he had received one new message.
'This song is for you.' –Thad
"What?"
One of the captains stood up and got the meeting started, "As you know the end of year concert is coming up soon, and try out are tomorrow. But Kingsley and Thad have suggested we out to have a duet part in the show." He signaled the two boys to get up. "For anyone else wanting to audition for the duets we will hold auditions on Wednesday. As for today though, Thad and Kingsley will kick start things off." He sat back down, jotting a few things down on a sheet of paper. "You two can start whenever you want."
Thad nodded as he and Kingsley pulled their chairs to the middle of circle, Thad with his guitar strapped to him and Kingsley setting up a decent size keyboard in front of him.
Sebastian was looked on quizzically, taking a quick glance at Dave who looked on at the duo with interest.
Thad cleared his throat, "Thanks for the introduction, Ry." He inclined his head politely at the team captain. "Kingsley and I will be singing Jesus Christ by Brand New."
Sebastian refused to choke on his laughter, unlike Jeff was doing at the moment. He wasn't a fan of Brand New, too emo and too 'We-idolize-Radiohead-like-crazy' for his taste.
"This song is for me?" he whispered to Jeff, biting back a smile.
Jeff blinked and looked more than scared. He buried his face into his hands, "Jesus Christ." He moaned angrily.
Sebastian was taken back. Apparently Jeff knew the song.
The opening notes of the song stopped Sebastian from asking what was wrong.
"Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face. The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away well, it'll be a miracle. Do you believe you're missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else? But with nobody in your bed the nights hard to get through. And I will die all alone and when I arrive I won't know anyone."
Sebastian could feel his face flush with annoyance and embarrassment. He had had his share of people taking out their revenge on him.
But this one was by the worse.
It hurt like hell.
"Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again. So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend. Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die, I'm a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling?"
Thad was looking straight at him, while Kingsley was looking at his keyboard like it was the only thing keeping him sane at this point. He didn't want to look at Dave at the moment because he knew Dave was most likely staring at him.
"I know you'll come in the night like a thief. But I've had some time alone to hold my lies inside me I know you think that I'm someone you can trust. But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up."
Sebastian froze in his seat, the words ringing too true for him and only him. He could feel the guilt and hate in his stomach bubble. Did Thad and Kingsley hate him that much that they would humiliate him in song?
God, when did they turn into New Direction?
"So do you think that we could work out a sign? So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try."
Sebastian glared at Jeff who was looking at the two boys in horror and disbelief. He obviously had no idea that they were going sing this song. But it still hurt. Sebastian could feel his temper flare and his patience thin; he knew what was going to happen next if he didn't leave right this second. He was out the door before they duo finished their duet. The last line of the song followed him like a nightmare as he quickly walked out of the room.
"I know you'll come for the people like me but we all got wood and nails. Tongue tied in hate factories."
Sebastian couldn't do much to contain himself in the boy's bathroom, except to douse cold water on his face. It stung, but in some ways it helped him calm down a bit.
Two panic attacks in two day was a record.
"Sebastian?" Dave stepped into the bathroom too quietly. "You okay?"
Sebastian leaned into the sink more; his hands were clutched tightly at the side of the sink for support. "I hate them." He muttered as the urge to vomit suddenly hit him.
"Do you even know why they would sing that to you?"
Sebastian sighed; he was hoping that the dedication wasn't obvious. But if Dave had figured it out, then the all the other Warblers had to know too.
"Told you yesterday that I'm a d-bag. Guess that they wanted to make it official after what I did." Sebastian could understand why the group had to feel like they needed to take sides. Hell, he would have been on Dave's side too if it were someone else in his shoes.
He finally turned around to see Dave looking as helpless and lost the first day he had seen him at Scandals.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think Blaine had such a big mouth." Dave muttered, he leaned against the sink next to Sebastian.
"You're blaming Blaine for this?" Sebastian asked curtly, "Kurt's the only one I know who could be dubbed as Ohio's Perez Hilton." Sebastian winced at the dark glare Dave was giving him.
"Oh, yeah that's right. I shouldn't speak of any such evil about your old flame. Even though he was never your flame." Sebastian continued on bitterly.
"You can be as angry as you want at me or Kurt. Truth is you're just pissed that I turned you down!" Dave roared, face as red as a tomato.
And to think, Sebastian used to find that endearing.
"You don't think I could do better than you?" Sebastian asked, knowing full well his anger was taking control. "I can find a hot and smart guy in seconds if I want. Someone that would make you look and feel like the bloated, fat, ugly freak you are!"
Sebastian stopped and heard himself. He gulped and could see the tears already forming in Dave's hazel eyes.
It became quiet between them for a few minutes. They both wanted to say things that they knew they meant and didn't mean.
"Dave, I didn't mean it." Sebastian said after a while, he sniffed as Dave turned around and wiped away his tears. "None of it."
Dave nodded, "I know you didn't." he shrugged, "But I think-" he crossed his arms against his chest. "That's why I don't want to go out with you. Not because you're a d-bag. Hell, Puck and Hudson are the biggest d-bags I know and they still have girlfriends." He sighed, "The night I told Kurt that I wanted a second chance with him, at the restaurant. He seemed confused, which makes sense, after all the things I did to him? It took a while but I sort of understood why he didn't want to go out with me, romance wise. Why would go out with someone who had hurt you?" he looked over at Sebastian finally. "Why would you want to get involved with someone who made you feel lower than dirt?"
"Do I still make you feel like that?" Sebastian asked, his voice hollow. His body felt like lead against the sink.
Dave nodded, "Sometimes." He answered honestly. "It's not like you were the reason or anything. But you didn't help." He licked his lips and frowned, "You've been probably my biggest supporter since then and now, probably my only real friend throughout this. But I don't think I can trust you like that."
Sebastian didn't realize he was sitting on the disgusting bathroom floor until he felt Dave sit next to him.
"Sebastian?"
Sebastian didn't care if this was second time that he cried in front of Dave. "You always hurt the people you love the most. My mom said that a few times."
"You must love me a lot then." Dave wanted it to sound sarcastic and funny. Anything to change the mood between them. But it just made things ever more depressing and painful.
"I do." Sebastian smiled tearfully. He could see the flush rising on Dave's neck and leaned in closer, all of his courage and bravery seemed to bloom and fly as he kissed Dave on the lips.
It was soft and sweet.
He reached out with shaky fingers and touched Dave's cheek carefully. He could feel Dave holding back as Dave's fingers rested against his neck, right on his pulse.
He almost said something when Dave pulled back after a few seconds, looking even more broken and hurt as he got up the floor and left Sebastian on the floor with his hand on his lips.
At McKinley…
Blaine looked on as Kurt continued to speak in hush tones to Jeff after school. His face looked paler than usual. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked as Brittney shushed him.
Santana tapped the chair next to her for Blaine to sit on. "Sebastian left Dalton in the middle of the day."
Blaine arched his brow in confusion; a lot of boys at Dalton often ditched school. It wasn't a big deal. "So?"
Santana frowned, "So?" she looked at Brittney who rolled her eyes and leaned into Kurt to hear what Jeff was saying. "Do you now know what you started?"
Blaine looked at Kurt for any possible answers but was shocked to see Kurt looking angry at him. "Could someone please tell me what did I do?" he held up his hands in mock surrender.
Kurt shook his head, "Thanks Jeff. I'll go by his place in a little while. Just send me his address. ..Yeah, I'll talk to you soon." He hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. "Did you tell Luke and Noah what happened yesterday?"
Blaine looked aghast; "No!" he looked between the three friends, "Although I might have mentioned something to Trent?"
Kurt glared at him, disappointment etched into his face and voice, "You might as well have told everyone then."
Blaine pouted; he didn't mean to start anything. "I honestly didn't think it was meant to be a secret." He looked worried and guilty, "What happened?"
"Sebastian loves Dave." Brittney filled him in.
Blaine frowned at the two and turned to Santana for actual answers, "Okay, could you tell me what happened exactly?"
Santana snorted at his immaturity "Brit pretty much explained the gist of it. But the Warblers thought it was a d-bag move for Sebastian to make a move on Dave after everything that happened, especially since Dave has a boyfriend. Guess they decided they had to take sides?"
Blaine nodded and turned to Kurt, "So where's Sebastian now?"
Kurt pulled out his phone, "At home." He picked up his bag.
"Are you actually going to visit him?" Brittney asked, "Do you know what you're going to say?"
Kurt sighed, "No, not exactly. But this is my fault, isn't it?" he took a deep breath and looked at the three for support. "I'll text you guys if I need help."
The three waited in the room for a few minutes, glee club was going to start soon. Brittney clapped her hands together, "I'm going." She stated simply, picking up her bag on the way.
"Wait," Santana called out, "you're going to Sebastian's place too?"
Brittney shook her head, "No, I'm going to Dave's. Sebastian isn't the only one hurting."
"He could be alright." Blaine suggested.
Brittney looked at him like he was an idiot. "He's not. Everyone thinks that the person in love is the one that gets hurt, but the person, the 'Dave' in any other situation gets hurt too. Knowing someone loves you and you can't love them back hurts too." She looked at the both of them this time. "Trust me, I've been there before." She blew a kiss at Santana and walked out passing Rachel and Finn on the way.
"Where is she going?" Rachel asked looking around the room, "And where is Kurt? He should be here. We have to practice today, remember?"
Santana and Blaine looked at each other and picked up their bags.
"Wait, you two are leaving too?" She asked, her voice reaching 'hysterical-level'. "Finn!" she turned to taller boy as if he could anything about it.
Santana gave the two the stink eye and walked out, leaving Blaine to close the door behind them. "Tell Mr. Schue we have more important things to do."
"What's more important than practicing for Nationals?" Rachel asked, hands on her hips.
Blaine seriously didn't have the patience to explain what was going on. "Fixing broken hearts?" he smiled politely as Finn. "I'll see you later."
The song mentioned is "Jesus Christ" by Brand New.
I'm going to say two more chapters left for this story. More than likely two chapters left.
(It's always 8 or 11 chapters for any fics that I write O_o)
I'm sorry about not updating for so long, just couldn't find the time at all.
I hope you all liked this chapter and that it makes up for the hiatus.
:)