Disclaimer: I own nothing ... Usual formula. But yes, nevertheless, I have a few things. But not Glee, or the characters that I took out of to take a short walk. It's the property of Ryan Murphy and the writers.
Dave remained thoughtful after the departure of his friend Kurt. Of his friend. His FRIEND. FRIEND. The word turned in his head. And it was good. That the boy had forgiven him the humiliation he had inflicted, rather, he understood beyond all that, it didn't erase the guilt he felt, but it made it a little lighter to bear. Do not feel judged, feel supported by the one who had rejected him at Valentine's day ...
On second thought, Kurt had not rejected him. He didn't share his feelings (feelings he thought he had at least) but he had listened patiently, he didn't laugh at him. He had even assured that he was entitled to happiness too, just with one another, not with him.
And when this boy from his new school had understood, Kurt had tried to protect him, to explain that they were nothing more than two friends talking about old times together.
The other had not believed it and had made of Dave's life at school a hell, but it wasn't because of Kurt.
Lost in thought, he didn't hear the three shots hit timidly at the door. Two others, as light, although a little more assertive, were not enough to pull him from his daydreams.
Then the door opened slowly. Dave turned his head toward the boy who had stepped into the room and closed the door, turning his back. From his hospital bed, waiting for him to turn around, the silhouette's back was unfamiliar to him.
The other remained silent, his hand on the door handle without moving, as if struggling not to open the door and go as he came.
After what seemed infinite to Dave, the boy finally let go of the door handle and turned slowly, eyes staring at the ground. The expression on Dave's face changed. You could see the surprise in his eyes.
This boy, he didn't know him. Not really.
Not that the face of the young man who stood before him was completely unknown, but it was nothing but a stranger he had met once or twice at Scandals.
Certainly, he had noticed, how couldn't he? Tall, thin, beautiful blue eyes, a charming smile and a sensual way of moving, this stranger had assets to be noticed, and judging by his arrogance, he knew it. Dave had tried to tackle one day before the jukebox but the other had made it clear, without any bluntly, he had no chance.
They had not even exchanged names, just another hit on in a bar's story that hadn't the desired result, not enough to make a case. This explains why Dave stared his vis-à-vis with a questioning look.
And the other boy didn't seem decided to speak or even to raise his head and look.
The smile that never seemed to leave him had disappeared from his thin lips, his eyes were closed, his fists clenched and his deep breathing as if seeking him the courage to finally speak. Where was the boy so full of confidence he seemed to be usually?
Dave could no longer wait with all these questions jostling in his mind; he coughed and threw a questioning
"Hello?"
The schoolboy in front of him finally decided to open his eyes and look up. His gaze swooped in Dave's, his eyes shining as if he was going to cry.
"Hello"
His voice broke in his throat and a tear began to roll down his cheek. He approached the bed while wiping his cheek with his fingertips in a nice touch. Suddenly he fell slowly to his knees on the ground, as if his legs refused to keep him up longer. And he began to sob.
"I'm sorry." He finally whispered between jerky breaths.
"Sorry for what? I don't even know who you are!"
Dave was wearing his old mask of hardness, which had so successfully hid his weakness all these years. Because in the end, what did he want, this crazy boy? What gave him the right to land like that here? Throwing him barely giving a glimpse at him into a bar didn't bound them.
He saw the young man wiping his face with the back of his hand; take a deep breath and get up again, wearing his characteristic charming smile, his eyes sparkling and red with tears. And despite his efforts to ignore and hide, Dave had to admit he was not indifferent.
"Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe." He said, extending his hand toward Dave.
The other looked without taking his hand and said simply "Nice to meet you" with all the hardness he could put in his voice.
"Isn't it the moment when you conventionally tell me your name?" Sebastian asked calmly while putting his hand over his body without departing from his predator's face. The two boys who had let themselves appear weak in front of each other for a few minutes had again put their masks on, the ones they wore in public to hide their suffering. Hide them to themselves, without doubt.
"Why? You don't take information over the names of the guys you come to, to make your show?"
"Ah, this is your house? I wouldn't like to offend you, but that looks a little like a hospital room."
"Well, will you explain to me what you're doing here Smythe or I gotta kick your ass out of here?"
"I had to apologize for what I said the other night. It was mean. I thought everything but it was not a reason. Well except the last part. I thought so too, but it was stupid. At the same time, I haven't told you to kill you, idiot!"
"Don't think you're the center of the world Seb! If you think it's because of you ... You're insignificant guy"
Sebastian winced when he heard his nickname pronounced. He replied quickly.
"A challenge? I love it!"
He reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen to write something. He folded the paper, approached the bed, slipped his hand into Dave's to give him the paper, and leaning to his ear, he added in a smooth voice "Call me when you're out of this hole Karofsky. You need a good teacher and I'm the best"
Sebastian then left the room without bothering to say goodbye, leaving Dave both puzzled and frustrated.
