Disclaimer: I have ... a flat screen TV that allowed me to discover this awesome series named Glee. Which I don't possess. Not a character, not a place. All this, being the property of RIB.

On the other hand, Karl and Carla are mine; they're born in my deranged mind. You don't know who Karl and Carla are? Normal, you haven't yet read the chapter.


Barely was he out of the room, Sebastian leaned against a wall. This encounter had shaken him. More than he wished to appear. His eyes stung, he closed and pressed his fingers against his eyelids. He felt his strength leave him completely, all his energy had been spent in those few seconds that he had struggled to seem totally detached. His legs refused to bear him longer so he slowly slide down the wall, pulled his knees against his chest, his arms around them and buried his head in the hollow thus formed.

He felt a light hand to rest on his arm and another stroking his back. He tensed a little at the touch but he didn't budge. He couldn't even if he wanted to, no more strength.

"He's off the hook. He's fine." A female voice whispered in his ear.

He looked up, surprised. His eyes filled with tears he was trying to hold crossed the light and sweet gaze of a young woman. He detailed the face with delicate features, the sympathetic smile that stretched on well defined lips and dark curls escaping here and there from a well done bun to caress the temples and forehead. And those golden eyes that never left him. Sebastian felt the tears start to flow slowly down his cheeks as the nurse had continued to speak.

"He will have to see a psychologist to make sure he won't do it again but he will be okay. Hey shhh. He means a lot to you huh?"

She tried to wipe away a tear with her thumb but then Sebastian totally lost it. His whole body began to tremble, his breathing was jerky and nothing contained his tears. And he, who usually mastered the words, began to ramble.

"This is ... me... he... silly... joke ... he ... he ... his eye ... too stupid ... have died"

The nurse tightened her grip, pulling him against her.

"OK, OK. Let yourself go. Cry once and for all, we will speak later."

He allowed himself to be carried away by his emotions, his head resting against the shoulder of the woman, a hand gently stroking his hair. Sebastian searched his memory while his tears flowed unchecked, but as far as he could remember; he couldn't remember having ever felt at once this bad and this fine. Gradually, he calmed down, surprised to feel comfortable in the arms of a woman, smelling her perfume that really had nothing manly.

When he calmed down, she lifted his face gently.

"Come Handsome, we will clean it a little and I offer an ice cream. Okay?"

She stood up, held out her hand to help him up. His legs were still shaky. Once standing, a he was two heads taller than the woman, but while she supported him to go to the restroom, he looked very small next to her. She moistened a paper towel and gently dabbed his face, wiping as best as possible all traces of tears. He closed his eyes, savoring the sweetness of these hands, a very unusual sweetness for him.

"That's better." The young woman said staring at him. Ensuring that he followed her, she came out. They passed the reception, she smiled at switchboard.

"I take my break Karl. If someone looks for me, I'm on the other side of the road, OK?"

"No problem Carla"

"It's OK Karl"

"See you later Carla"

"See you later Karl"

Sebastian amused himself mentally for this exchange they seem to have repeated a million times.

They settled at a table in a corner and the waitress, obviously accustomed to the tight schedule of the young nurse was not long to wait.

"Hello. What will you take?"

"I don't know about you but I'd let me tempt by a chocolate milkshake." Carla launched with a smile in the direction of schoolboy.

"You let your diet down Carla?" The waitress teased.

"For now yes. Sebastian? What do you want?"

Sebastian stared at his new friend with a questioning look, wondering how she had guessed his name.

"The sticker, it fits with nothing." She said pointing to his chest which was pasted the visitor badge that had given him upon his arrival at the hospital.

He looked down at the badge and took it off gently to avoid damaging his sweater.

"A cherry milkshake?" He ordered to the waitress who left immediately to prepare the order.

"That's my son's favorite."

"How old is he?"

"He just turned 5."

"I seem to be 5? This is the best day of my life!" Sebastian exclaimed, forcing a smile when the waitress set down their milkshake before them.

"If this is the best day of your life, then it looks like your life sucks. You wanna talk now?"

Sebastian was playing with his straw; he wrapped his lips around it and inhaled a small amount of liquid before raising his head.

"I don't even know him. I don't know what I'm doing here. I mean, I know him but barely. We're not friends. I don't care about this guy."

"More than you think. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come. And seeing him wouldn't have shaken you like this."

"It's not like me at all."

"You seem too young not to allow yourself to change."

Sebastian finished his milkshake thoughtfully at this last remark. He didn't realize he made noise with his straw sucking the last drops of liquid. Carla laughed as Sebastian lifted his head ashamed.

"Yes, indeed, five years old is very young to decide who you are definitely."

"Oh, I see, you are one of those who think that I can choose to be straight." Sebastian threw in a voice full of bitterness with his mask of confidence.

"NO! First, I didn't know, believe it or not, it's not written homosexual on your forehead. Look, if you're attracted to men, it won't change. But being gay, it's not who you are, it's just a part of who you are. A part you can't change, like your size or the color of your eyes. But the way you live it, that you can choose. You can allow yourself to be affected by what's happening around you or you decide to close completely. Opening you, it can hurt sometimes, but not only. Don't go off your life because you're afraid to get hurt."

He remained silent, a bit groggy from all that the young nurse had said.

"I must get back to work, will you be OK?"

"Yes. Good bye."

"Good bye."