Author's note: Not much to say about this chapter except that I hope you like it. I'm almost done, one or two chapters to go. Feel free to review.

And if you like Brittana, I'm working on a Victorian setting with them. It's called When the Moonlight Sings if you want to go check it out. Lacey (actresswithoutastage) is helping out a lot with that one too.

Anyway, happy reading!

Chapter Six

A sleek red sports car screeched to a halt at the back of the parking lot of the grocery store where Dave worked. He could hear the radio blasting from the front of the lot. He helped the elderly woman load the last of the bags into her car, helped her into the driver's seat, and then waved her off.

The engine of the sports car cut off. A figure threw himself out of the car and started angrily kicking and punching at the car. Dave watched for a few stunned seconds while the guy flipped out.

He was just turning to go inside and get the manager when it hit him who the guy was. He ran over.

"Hey, Sebastian." He called as he ran over.

There was no response.

"Sebastian!" He called louder.

"Go away!" He said, still raging at the car.

Dave stood helplessly for a few seconds and then he ran forward and grabbed Sebastian around the middle. He pinned him to the car.

"Get the hell off me!" Sebastian said. He fought against Dave's grip.

"Are you going to calm down?"

"Are you going to get your fucking hands off me?"

"If you promise not to beat up your car anymore."

"Yeah, yeah." He said, sagging against the car.

Dave stepped back.

Sebastian turned around and leaned against his car. "I got into a fight at school."

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "I was hung-over."

"Maybe you should watch yourself better when you go out. You know, since it's kind of illegal. And it would be ten times worse if you were to get stopped by the cops."

"Don't you fucking preach to me!" he snapped.

"You seem like you have a lot of potential. I just don't want to hear about you in a bad light."

"Like you care."

"I do care. You're…" he trailed off.

He turned on his charm. "I'm what? Handsome? Hot? The sexiest man alive?"

"Extremely arrogant. But charming at the same time. I could see why anyone would want to fall victim to you. You're like a vampire."

Sebastian snorted. "You're one of those people."

"No, I'm not. I'm just worried about you."

He looked away, avoiding looking at Dave directly. "You don't even know me."

"I've watched you. At Scandals. It's all a game to you. And it's a game because you don't know how to be the real you."

He finally looked at Dave. "You don't know shit." But the bite was out of his voice. He was defeated.

Dave looked back at the grocery store. "Look, I have to get back to work. But I get off at nine if you want to talk."

Sebastian looked down and shrugged. "We'll see." He turned and got back into his car.

He watched the car zoom out of the lot before he went back inside. He explained to the manager what had happened when he got back inside.

For the rest of his shift, Dave watched the window. Sebastian kept driving back by. It was more frequent as nine grew closer. And then he stopped.

At nine, Dave was released. He clocked out and walked out to the car sitting in the back of the lot. He tapped on the window and the door opened. He climbed in.

"Do you have a car here?" Sebastian asked.

"No, I only live a couple blocks away, so I usually walk."

"You got a curfew?"

"Ten."

"Then I'll make sure you get home in time." He zoomed out of the lot.

They were quiet for a while. Dave looked around the tiny interior of the car. He'd never been inside a car that was this fancy. He said as much.

"Yeah, my dad likes to throw his money at me and pretend it's because he loves me." Sebastian said bitterly.

"I'm sorry." Dave said softly.

"I don't want your sympathy, Karofsky."

"Then I take it back." He said awkwardly.

Sebastian let out a breath. "I've never really been good enough for him. My mom died because of complications of my birth. He never got over it. I think he blames me." He slammed his fist on the steering wheel. "Like I had any fucking say."

"My mom's dead too." Dave said softly.

"Does your dad blame you?"

"I wasn't even there. She was running errands one day and a truck driver ran a stoplight."

Sebastian was silent.

"I'd had a fight with her that morning. Something stupid about not having my favorite shirt clean." He looked out the window. "I don't need my dad to blame me. I blame myself enough."

Still, the other boy said nothing.

"So how did the fight turn out?"

"I got in a good punch before the teachers broke it up." He said cockily. Then he collapsed. "But I'm suspended for the rest of the week and I can't go on campus to practice with the Warblers."

"Don't you have a competition?"

He looked sideways, "What do you know?"

"I'm friends with some of the kids at my schools glee club. And when I say friends, I actually mean the kids that let me sit with them at lunch."

"I have followers, not friends. I don't want people to get too close." There was an awkward pause. "Where's your house?"

Dave gave him directions. There was silence otherwise. He suddenly reached over and slipped his hand into Sebastian's as it rested on the middle console.

Sebastian stiffened and glanced down. "Please don't." he said softly. There was a bit of fear in his voice. He moved his hand away and gripped the wheel. He pulled into Dave's driveway.

Dave gathered his things and said, "There's nothing wrong with letting people in." He stepped out and headed for the house.

Sebastian sped away.