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As soon as I get home and get into some comfortable clothes, I call Sebastian. It's about nine o'clock, and he answers.

"You just couldn't get enough of me, could you?" He chuckles.

"Nah, I just wanted to give you another piece of my mind." I laugh back.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know. You wanted me to call. Anything?"

And we do talk about anything. And everything. There isn't a moment of silence between the two of us. He's telling me about his first time at the performing arts camp, and then I'm talking about my participation in West Side Story and how my father didn't approve of it. He begins talking about coming out to his parents.

"One day, I was messing around with this boy from school. He was a senior, and I was a sophomore. His name was Ryan and he was gorgeous," he begins. I can tell how difficult this must be for him because I don't think he's told this story many times. "And I didn't think that my parents would be home, so we started to fool around, and before anything got too serious, my parents walked into my room… And we haven't talked about it since. They're probably still in denial."

Then I bounce back with talking about my family issues, and how my father is slowly trying to accept my desire to be a dancer.

"I was practicing when my dad walked into our dance room. The look of disappoint on his face was unparalleled." Then I'm the one who's choking up because the only people who know this story are Tina and Mr. Schue. "I just — one day — I really want him to be proud of me."

My mom is proud of me. She loves that I want to be a dancer. She's smart, but our mutual love for dance links us together. She thinks I'm really good too. But any attempt at convincing my dad falls on deaf ears. He won't accept that dancing is my one true passion. I haven't even told my dad that I'm deciding between two colleges right now. I can be smart. I can major in microbiology, or statistics. I can do all that, but I can dance. I want to dance.

We then move on to talking about my issue with Tina.

"To be honest, I don't know what to do with Tina," I sigh. I don't. I don't know what I can do to make her forgive me.

"Listen," he takes a breath in. "What happened wasn't your fault. It was mine," he says matter-of-factly. "She loves you. She should love you because you're a great guy. And because of this love, she'll forgive you." Lucky for me, Sebastian can't see my face, which has turned a shade of red. I'm not that great, I can't help thinking. "Just talk to her tomorrow." So I agree to talk to her tomorrow.

And the conversation continues, until it finally has to end.

"Hey, Mike." Finally, there's a substantial pause. "We've been talking for more than four hours."

"Wow. Really? It's passed one already?" I say disappointingly. I don't want this conversation to end.

There's something nice about opening up to someone new, someone who has no bias towards you. No, he thinks I'm cute. Does that count as a bias? Regardless, this has been the most refreshing conversation I've had in a while. It's hard for me to let down my walls and open up to people. Yet, of all people, I'm placing my trust in Sebastian Smythe. And, of all people, I seem to know that he's somehow deserving of this trust.

"Hey, erm." I'm not sure where I want to go with this. Am I supposed to thank him? Do I congratulate us for making it past through hours? "I, umm, really enjoyed this conversation." My face is turning red again, but I know that Sebastian can't see me.

"Me, too," He laughs. "Goodnight, Chang."

In this split second, I decide that Sebastian is a friend. And I'm happy with this. I'd rather have him as my friend, than my enemy, because I frankly like this Sebastian more than the spiteful, evil one.

"Goodnight." I smile and hang up the phone, and then the strange feeling returns to my stomach. The same feeling I felt at the restaurant the first time our eyes made contact.

I try and shove this feeling aside, and I fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning and decide that today needs to be the day that I confront Tina. This has been going on for too long.

So the plan I've devised… well, it doesn't exist. I don't really have one. I was supposed to think of one yesterday, but Sebastian happened. So, I'm going to go to her house because the girls from New Directions are there for a sleepover, since Tina's parents are gone for the weekend.

This is the new, improvised plan: Get her alone, tell her the truth, and hopefully win her back.

I almost try and stop myself, but then I realized that I promised Sebastian. If I'm not going to do it for me, then I'll at least do it for him. And for Tina.

I drive to her house, when I receive a text from Sebastian: "You said last night that you'd try and get Tina back. Good luck! :-)".

I need this encouragement. I reply with a "Thanks :D" and put my phone in my pocket.

I smile and approach Tina's front door. This is the moment of truth. We're not going to end our senior year on bad terms. So I ring the door bell.

It doesn't take too long for someone to get to the door. It's Quinn.

"Hey… Mike," Quinn says coldly. She's not much of a fan of me right now. It's quiet for a while, but she decides to speak. "You know that you shouldn't be here. Now isn't a good time. Please just leave —"

"Listen, Quinn. I need to talk to her. This is all just one huge misunderstanding." I can see that she isn't convinced, but I'm not giving up.

I can hear Tina's voice from the inside. "Quinn, who is it?"

"It's someone trying to sell me something. I'm handling it," Quinn lies. I almost smile when I realize that she lied for my sake. Then she directs her attention to me. "I don't hate you." Her demeanor transforms from a cold one to one of concern and comfort. "You're a good guy, Mike. A really good guy, and she's really hurt, but it's only because she loves you. I'll call her over."

It's reassuring knowing that Quinn has some faith in me. Before she goes off, I grab her arm. "Thank you so much." I look into her eyes so that she knows that there's sincerity in my thanks.

"You're welcome." She goes inside for a bit and I can hear her yell. "Hey, Tina! It's for you."

I brace myself for the moment that Tina will face me. I can do this.

I hear loud footsteps coming down the stairs. "What could they possibly want with—" She opens the door and we make eye contact for this first time in a long time. She's not even there for five seconds when she tries to go back in and slam the door, but I grab her hand and pull her outside and guide her to the porch.

"Tina, p-please. Hear me out."

"Mike." She's trying her hardest not to look back at me. She's trying her hardest not to cry. "I don't want to hear it."

Tina and I have never fought before. Never. Even if we've argued, it's never been this big. I don't know how to approach this situation.

"Okay, you don't have to hear it. But I'm going to talk. You can choose whether you want to listen or not," I say flatly. "Your choice."

She doesn't say anything, but she stays put. I feel like I understand this message. This means that she wants me to talk, that she's going to listen.

"Babe, I hope you know how special you are to me. I mean, we mean a lot to each other. We were each other's first time." I think that I'm saying the right thing because she's looking at me now, with watery eyes. "You know that I love you and care for you. You're my best friend. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you."

And now, I'm crying because I realize that Tina does mean a lot to me. I can't lose my best friend over something as stupid as this. So I explain everything to her.

"The number that was written on my arm the other night... It was Sebastian Smythe's number." I pause to let the information sink in. "It wasn't a girl's number. I'm not cheating on you. Sebastian wrote it on my arm so that we could keep in contact and exchange knowledge on the performing arts camp. That's all. I was too nice to stop him. And I'm sorry that I've ruined one of your weeks."

Tina's starting to cry, but I can see the corners of her mouth curling upwards through my blurry vision. "Mike," she's laughing through her tears. "I spent a whole week crying because of Sebastian." I wish she realized the irony and humor in the situation a long time ago because we could have avoided this whole conflict.

She gets up from the porch and hugs me. We're both crying and laughing. "Tina, I'm sorry."

She doesn't respond, but hugs back, and I know what this means. It means that she forgives me. It means that she's sorry for not believing me. And we're in peace. This peace is almost like the peace I felt watching the sunset with Sebastian.

We're there for a while when the girls come out. They come out in these ridiculous facial masks. Santana is the first one to break the silence. "Come on, girly. It's mask time." The other girls are clearly happy with how things have turned out.

"Hey, I'll try and call you later tonight," Tina says as she kisses me on the cheek. "Bye, babe."

"Have a good day. And you," I address the girls. "Take care of her."

"Buh-bye, Lover boy," I hear Rachel say. The other girls wave me off and close the door.

When the doors shut, I hear the girls cheer from the inside. Mission accomplished.

It's almost ten, when I text Tina: "I'm probably going to head to bed soon. Goodnight! :-)"

As I'm getting ready for bed, I hear my phone vibrate. Sebastian's calling. I don't even hesitate to pick the phone up. "Hey, what's up?"

I tell him about my whole day, and how I talked to Tina. He's telling me that he's proud of me.

As Sebastian begins talking about his day, my phone vibrates. "Wait, hold on," I say. I look through my texts and see that Tina's responded.

Her text reads "Night baby! 3"

I start to feel guilty for being on the phone with Sebastian and promise myself that I'll go to sleep soon. But then Sebastian and I are talking about how excited we are for camp. He tells me that it's like the camp from the Parent Trap, but better.

"Mike," Sebastian says tiredly. By this point in the conversation, it's past twelve. "What are you doing on Tuesday? After school?"

"Nothing." I'm not even sure if this is true, but I know that I want to hang out with Sebastian.

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep now. I'll call you soon," he says.

"I'm tired, too. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

And then the feeling returns again. I don't know how to explain it. I can't quite put my finger on it, but this feeling is always associated with Sebastian.

I shove the feeling aside again, and this time, I'm falling asleep with a smile on my face. I'm just not sure if it's because of Tina, or Sebastian.

Sorry that the chapter is so short. I swore it was long until I went over the final draft. Hopefully you guys enjoy! Please, please review!