A/N: This story is AU after 'the first time'. Thank you all so much for your lovely responses. If you wish to review, I really appreciate them. Constructive critisicm welcome :) Thank you so much again, and I hope you enjoy this next part 3
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Of meercats and moving forward.
Chapter seven.
It had been almost a week since the whole PFLAG incident. Dave had tried contacting Sebastian after he'd calmed down, but no luck. He messaged him a few times, but came up with the same results. He was really missing their frequent talks by now.
He still couldn't comprehend what had happened. He'd actually come out at the PFLAG meeting? And Seb had saved him before he'd lost his shit in the middle of the room, and dragged him out. Kurt had rushed out and told him how proud he was, and he'd cried again and apologised for everything. They'd talked. And it had been good for him. Around Kurt he wasn't afraid to look vulnerable. He hadn't wanted to lose it like that infront of Sebastian, it's not exactly attractive. And he really didn't want to turn the boy off him.
And then Seb had jumped him in the car. And yeah, it was hot. Dave had almost given into the boys demands, but he'd restrained himself. He didn't want to do anything they'd regret later, especially in the front seat of the boys car. He wanted something serious with Sebastian. Hell, he'd come out for the boy. Well... Almost come out.
He'd had the idea that if he was to give the two of them a shot, he should be out. But the process of growing a pair had been taking longer then expected. So far he was out to Jimmy, though that had been unintentional, out at Scandals, though everyone was there, and now out at PFLAG. Technically he only really had his dad and school left. That didn't make it any easier.
But now he had no idea what was happening. He'd put a stop to the car shenanigans and Sebastian had lost his shit. Now he couldn't get a hold of him. He had no idea what he'd done wrong. No idea what had set the smaller boy off.
And to top it all off, he'd started worrying his dad with his down moods. And that was the last thing he wanted to do. His dad didn't deserve to go through all this.
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He slumped into school Friday morning. It had been a long week and he just wanted it to end. Jimmy met him at the doors with a smile on his face.
"What's troubling you D? You seem a bit low." Jimmy stretched up and threw his arm around the larger boys shoulder, leading him into the building. "Talk to me Dave, what's up?"
"Nothing man. Everythings cool." He tried for a smile, but from the look on the other boys face, he had failed. "Just, something happened with Seb, and I haven't been able to get a hold of him all week now." He sighed heavily. Saying it out loud made him feel even worse.
"What? What the fuck happened? What'd he do?" Dave looked at him in shock. He was used to people assuming he'd been the one to do the wrong, not the one who was wronged.
"Ahh. I don't really know. He kinda - umm - it's cool dude, I'll sort it out." He tried to brush Jimmy off but all he got was the most ridiculous bitch please look he'd ever seen.
"David, I'm your friend! And I need to know if I have to go take that boy down. So what happened?" Dave chuckled at that. Jimmy with his 5.7 height, small but toned body, dark hair, light, cheery blue eyes and school boy good looks, was by far the least intimidating thing Dave had ever seen. He could just imagine Seb smirking the boy all the way back to Lima if he tried confronting him. "Seriously, what the fuck happened?" Huh, so not always so cheery then.
Dave pulled the boy into an empty classroom and sat heavily on the teachers desk. "He ju-" Dave sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I came out at the PFLAG meeting." Dave shrugged.
Jimmy's face lit up and he jumped at Dave, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and bouncing. "BULLSHIT! That's awesome bro." He pulled back and looked at Dave. "But then, what happened?"
"I don't know." Dave shrugged again. "Everyone seemed cool with it. But I freaked anyways. Seb dragged me out and Kurt came and talked to me. Everything was fine." He shrugged yet again. "And then- I don't know- He was quiet on the way home. And when we got to my house he kinda... He jumped me."
"He jumped you? What the fuck does that mean?" Jimmy looked furious. He began pacing the room, throwing his arms in all directions "I have to kill him, don't I?" He stopped flailing and looked at Dave with a confused expression. "By jumped you, you mean?"
"Like he jumped me. In the car. On my lap." Dave buried his face in his hands.
"OH! Ohhhh, right okay, I get ya now." Jimmy looked suprised before he smirked. "And that's a problem why?"
"It's not. I mean it is. I mean- ugh." Dave slid off the desk and began pacing. "It was just out of the blue. And when I tried to slow it down a little, he lost it. Practically threw me out of the car. Ranting and shoving, he just went nuts. I don't understand what happened, everything was good and then BAM, it all went to shit."
"And you two haven't talked since?" The warning bell could be heard in the background, but Dave ignored it and continued his frantic pacing.
"No. And it's so fucking frustrating." He threw his hands in the air. "I've tried, but he won't fucking answer!"
"Look Dave, we're late to class now. Did you just wanna ditch? You're kinda losing your shit man." Jimmy observed. "I'm thinking a day of fun will help lift this mood. You in?"
Dave rubbed his face tiredly, looking at Jimmy with a grimace. "Yeah man, I'm in." And it may have been small, but he smiled his first proper smile since PFLAG.
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"James McAvoy. Man, if I was into dudes, I'd be all over that shit." Jimmy stated with a laugh.
Dave rolled his eyes at him, grabbing a handful of chips (screw the diet he was having a rough week) and flopped back onto the coach. "No way bro, Michael Fassbender is a BAMF." Dave laughed then shook his head. "This is so weird."
"What is? No school, X-men and junk food. Nothing strange about that dude." Jimmy shrugged nonchalantly.
"No, it's just - I - I never thought I could just sit around with my mates talkin bout guys and stuff. I don't know, I just never imagined this happening." Dave gave him a small smile.
"Oh, well you're my best mate D, what'd you expect me to do?" Jimmy smiled. The guy was always smiling.
"I don't know... Ditch me? Out me? Gather the rest of the team to jump me after school?" Dave looked towards his friend who's smile had turned into an instant scowl.
"Seriously? What kinda guy do you think I am?" His scowl smoothed into a frown. "I'm sorry, I can't understand how hard it must be for you. Having to pretend all the time I mean. But I'm completely cool with this D, okay. I got your back." He smiled and raised his fist, Dave bumping it with a shy grin. "Now enough talk, more mutants." Dave nodded at that.
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It was around lunch time he recieved the text from Santana. -Hey jockstrap, Scandals tonight? Bring the boy toy - S.
Before he could respond with a negative, Jim had snatched the phone out of his hand and read it.
"S? Who the hell is S?" Jimmy threw him a puzzled look, forehead creased in confusion.
"Chick from my old school, Santana. Now gimme back my phone!" Dave lunged at Jimmy with a laugh, the smaller boy leaping out of his reach with suprising speed and dashing from the room, typing at break neck speed.
"Alrightttt... New Friday night plan. J and D are hitting up..." He looked down at the phone, after skipping back into the room. "Scandals!" He smiled, before looking confused. "Scandals? What the hell is that?" He asked, looking up at Dave.
"It's a gay bar you loser." And then Dave was lauging at Jimmy's shocked look, which slowly turned into a smirk.
"Hey, I'm totally cool with this. I'm hot stuff, imagine all the free drinks I could get." He smirked, flicking his hair off his forehead and wiggling his eyebrows. "Andddd... Just imagine all the single females there, tagging along with their gay friends. Who's gonna be there to show them a good time?" Jimmy exaggeratingly thrust his hand to his heart. "Why me, James Cooper, at your service." He finished with a bow.
"You are such a douche." Dave laughed, grabbing the small boy in a head lock, resulting in a mighty wrestling match. Dave won. Jimmy demanded a rematch due to foul play.
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"I think I look quite spiffy actually." Jimmy stood infront of Dave's bedroom mirror, ruffling his hair and straightening his clothes he'd gone to retrieve from his house.
"Spiffy? Is that even a word anymore?" Dave laughed, shoving Jim out of the way to check out his attire. He shrugged at his reflection, it'd have to do.
"It's a word if I say it's a word Davey boy. Now shove over, I need to finish primping." His attempt at hip and shouldering Dave out of the way was an epic fail, resulting in him bouncing straight off the bigger boy.
"You look fine dude, lets go." Dave grabbed the boy and dragged him away from the mirror, Jimmy protesting the whole time.
"David, can I talk to you for a moment please?" Paul Karofsky was stationed at the bottom of the stairs with a grim look on his face, before moving off towards the kitchen. Dave followed, Jimmy lingering in the background.
"I'm just going to Ben's, dad. It'll only be a couple of us there, nothing big." Oh how he hated lying to his father.
"I just worry about you David. After what happened, do you really blame me for being protective?" Dave felt shame and guilt wash over him when he looked into his dad's face. He shook his head, he didn't blame him at all. "I mean, most parents wouldn't even let you out again." At Dave's shocked look he continued. "I wouldn't lock you away David, no matter how much I wish too. But I am going to be protective over you. And you're just going to have to get used to that."
Dave nodded and roughly hugged his dad. "It's alright dad, I understand."
"Alright then. No drinking, back by twelve and please when I call to check in on you, answer." Paul looked at him seriously, before hugging him again at Dave's nod.
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Dave hung his head in shame, looking across to his friend driving along screaming the lyrics of Justin Beiber that happened to be blasting from his speakers. "Dude seriously, people are gonna see us." Dave half yelled, half laughed.
Jimmy just shrugged and continued. "BABY, BABY, BABY OHHHHHH." He sung off tune, wiggling away in his seat. "BABY,BABY, BABY NOOOOOOOOOOOO. Come on D, you gotta get into the party mood." Jim laughed.
And that's how the drive to Scandals went that night. Dave and James bopping and singing along to the weirdest songs they could find.
Pulling into the parking lot, the boys trying to stifle their laughs, they pulled out their completely real id's and walked to the venue entrance to meet the others, who Dave could see clustered to one side of the door.
"DAVID." Kurt skipped towards him and hugged him tightly. "How are you?" He said with a gentle smile.
"Yeah I'm alright." Dave shrugged. "How's yourself?"
"I'm lovely, thank you for asking." Kurt smiled brightly before looking towards Jimmy, who seemed to be occupied with staring at Santana and Brittany. "And who's your friend here David?"
Dave elbowed the drooling boy, who jumped and shot a glare at Dave. Dave gestured towards Kurt, who had his hand out, attempting to introduce himself. "Oh hi, sorry. I'm James, Jimmy - whichever, and you are?" Jimmy asked with a genuine smile, grasping Kurt's hand firmly and shaking it rapidly.
"Hello James." Kurt giggled, trying to pull his hand away unsuccesfully. "I'm Kurt." At the name, Jimmy looked to Dave questioningly. Dave just nodded his head.
"And who might those beautiful creatures be?" Jim asked, inclining his head towards the rest of the group. Kurt, finally able to pry his hand away, looked behind him to the group in question and gestured them forward.
Dave watched as Santana, heading the pack, sauntered over with a smirk on her face to rival even Sebastian's. Brittany bounced behind her, bright smile painted on her face. Blaine headed straight towards Kurt, moving warily in the presence of Dave. He couldn't blame the guy, their history was bad to say the least. He watched as the shorter boy greeted Kurt, kissing him lightly on the cheek, and curling his hand around the taller boys. Dave's insides boiled with jealousy. What he would give to have something like they did.
"Hey caveman." Santana strutted up to Dave and hugged him tightly. "You doing okay?" She whispered to him. He nodded rigidly, words caught in his throat. He was grateful for her concern, but he wasn't about to pour his heart out to her, especially out the front of Scandals amongst strangers.
"Well hey there little la-" Jimmy was stopped mid sentence by Santana, hand thrown in his face, bitch glare trained directly on him.
"I'm gonna stop you right there Fabio." Santana flicked her hair away from her face, straightened her shoulders and continued. "Before you even attempt to finish that cheesy little line of yours, just know that me and Brittany are together. As in I'm not interested in cock. And if I were, your tiny excuse for a penis would be the last thing I'd ever want near me okay?"
"Ummm." Dave cleared his throat awkwardly. "Jimmy this is Santana and Brittany. Santana and Brittany this is Jimmy." He gestured between the them lamely.
"Hi, I'm Blaine, Kurt's boyfriend." Blaine introduced himself cautiously, eyeing Dave's best friend as he announced who he was.
"Yeah, ahhh. I'm Jimmy, Dave's best mate." Jim smiled, embarrassed by his recent attack from Santana. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too." Blaine's smile brightened. "Anyways, we should prob head in now." And with that he grabbed Kurts hand and led him to the entrance, Santana and Brittany following them. Dave looked to Jimmy and gestured to follow the rest of the group. Falling in line behind them, he could hear the mumbled words of she wishes, huge and cold outside. Dave chuckled, flashing his fake id at the bouncer before heading into the venue.
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Dave could feel the pulsing of the beat through his chest as he made his way to the bar, Jimmy bopping along to the music behind him.
"I see lonely ladies out there bro. I'm gonna head out and dance." Jimmy veered off towards the dance floor, leaving Dave to jostle his way through the gyrating bodies to get to the bar.
Finally making his way through the crowd, he found his friends seated around a couple of bar stools, Santana pressing a beer into his hand on arrival. "That doesn't look like the same guy you were toting last week at PFLAG meathead, so spill. What the fuck happened with the weasel looking one? I thought you two were a thing?" Santana narrowed her eyes at him, making it hard for Dave to look away. He opted for chugging down his beer. He was dissapointed when he had emptied it and found her still staring at him, waiting for an answer.
Placing his empty bottle on the bar and rubbing his hands over his face, Dave shrugged. "I don't know." Santana slapped him on the chest. "I'm serious." Dave chuckled, rubbing the spot that kinda hurt now. "One minute I was coming out at PFLAG and everything was good between us, the next he's losing his shit at me. Whatever we were, we aren't anymore." Dave gestured for another beer.
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A couple of drinks later and Dave was certainly feeling the buzz. He'd been having an awesome time, catching up with Kurt and Santana and even getting along wiith Blaine, who after a couple of drinks had started to drop his walls and was now in a heated debate about football with Dave.
The last thing Dave wanted at this time was Jimmy rushing to him with a panicked look on his face. "Dave! D, I just saw something pretty bad dude. I don't know if you should see this, but I think you should see this." Jimmy fisted his hands through his hair before grabbing Dave by the wrist and dragging him out to the dance floor. The rest of the group followed them.
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Pushing through the mass of bodies, Dave came upon a scene that made his heart stop and caused him to take a few steps back, Kurt steadying him when he bumped into them.
Sebastian swayed between two guys, who seemed to be holding him up. Their hands were all over him, up his shirt, carressing his ass, taking turns in kissing him. The view made Dave sick and crushed him at the same time.
He watched as the guys fumbled with Sebastian who'd tried pushing one of the guys away. Sebastian was to drunk to stand and would have slid straight to the floor if not for the guy behind him who caught him up and continued trying to ram his tounge down Seb's throat.
Jimmy took off towards the three guys as they started dragging Seb towards the toilet blocks. Dave's senses kicking in a minute too late, rushed after him, the rest bringing in the rear.
"Hey. HEY!" He heard Jimmy yell. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with him." Jimmy pushed the two guys aside, grabbing Seb around the waist.
"Get your own ass little twink. He's ours." The bigger of the two throwing Jimmy to the floor as the other scooped up Sebastian.
Dave took off running, slamming into the bigger guy who'd dared to lay a hand on his best mate. He turned to find Jimmy and Santana yanking Seb, who was all but unconcious, from the smaller guy. He tried to protest before cowering in fear from Santana as she began her attack.
That was when Dave felt the blow to the side of his head. The buzzing of alcohol had turned to a rush of adrenaline, masking any pain he should have been feeling, and he threw himself at the other guy. He took out all his anger and frustration and fear on the guy before him. He kept hitting, waiting for the disgusting images of these guys mauling a passed out Seb on the dance floor, for the picture of Jimmy thrown onto the sticky floor of the club. The images wouldn't leave and instead he found himself dragged forcefully from the club by two bouncers, Dave resisting the entire way.
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Dave found his ass on the concrete before he could even comprehend what had just happened. Looking up he found Blaine offering him a hand, which he took, and pulled himself up. He turned to find the rest of the group dragging Seb across the parking lot, towards Jimmy's car.
When Dave finally reached them Jimmy was struggling to put a semi concious Sebastian in the passenger seat.
"Thassa fine asssssss ya got there twink dink." Seb slurred, reaching down to grope Jim's butt. Jimmy slapped him away. "Don' be like tha sexyyy. You know you wan' this shit." Sebastian half heartedly pointed at himself before lurching forward to smash his lips against Jimmy's.
"Dude." Jimmy pushed him away before contact was made. "You're drunk and frankly, you're making me super uncomfortable right now." Jimmy resumed his pushing Sebastian into the seat, the drunk boy putting up a fair fight until Dave got involved.
Dave grabbed Sebastian around the waist and threw open the door. Sebastian started to struggle and protest. "Get your fucking hands off me you fucking asshole!" At any other time, the weak shove he gave Dave would have barely shifted the boy, but coupled with those words, Dave was pushed away to watch Seb sway on the spot before crumpling against the car.
"Just get in the fucking car Seb." Dave growled out.
"You can't tell me what the fuck to do you coward." Seb shouted, pointing an accusing finger in Dave's general direction.
"What the fuck is your problem? Just get in the fucking car and let us take you home." The more Dave clenched his jaw, the more the throbbing pain started to pick up.
"My problem is you! 'm not good enough for Davey boy am I, nooooooo. We'll jus' lead little Sebby on until he can get his dick into the fucking twinky mctwink over there, isn' that right D?" He gestured vaguely towards Kurt, before glaring back at Dave and stumbling towards him, falling over and pushing Dave away as he tried to help him back up.
"Get the fuck off me!" Dave dropped him immediately. "You think you're to good for me? Think you're to good for the man whore?" Dave felt his stomach knot at the words he knew were coming next. "You're nothing but a fat, ugly, closeted bastard! No one's ever gonna want a peice of shit like you." Sebastian's sneering words tore at Dave's heart, he knew how true they all were.
"I tried to change for you! I fuckin tried, but you were to busy trying to get in with the fairy to bother noticing me." The tears in Seb's eyes broke Dave's heart. "Well fuck you! I can have any fucker I want. And I don't wanna peice of shit like you anymore. I hate you!" As the tears broke over his cheeks, Seb dropped to the ground, to intoxicated and overwhelmed to hold himself up any longer.
Dave stalked over, threw the quivering boy over his shoulder and managed to finally get him into the car, before slamming it shut in his face. "Take him home for me Jim." Dave's voice broke half way through the sentence, alerting him to the fact that he needed to get out of there before he cried infront of everyone.
"Dave wai-" Jimmy's protests were cut short by Dave.
"Just take him fucking home J! I'm walking home." And with that Dave stalked off, ignoring the shouts from his friends he could hear coming from behind him.
He made it around the corner before he collapsed on the side of the road, sobs wracking his body. He was devastated, everything that had happened in the past week finally catching up to him.
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He wasn't sure how long he was sitting there, before he felt the pressure of a small hand on his shoulder and was engulfed in a hug. The perfume that invaded his nostrils and the rapid spanish whispered into his ear alerting him to the fact that Santana had found him.
When his sobs had finally lessoned, Santana stood, offering Dave her hand. "Come on Davey boy. It's a pretty long walk back to your house from here. Let me take you home, okay?"
Dave let himself be dragged to the car, where he flopped into the back seat and remained mute throughout the drive home.