Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and yet it is so much better, it is not good to be one of the authors behind the tensions between Kurt and Blaine since 'The Break Up'. And at the same time, I don't own Grant and Max, and I'd say that's a shame, but I rather like not possess human beings, slavery was abolished a while ago it seems. But, for your information guys, if you want to visit France, here I am.

Breathe dear friends, I calmed down and normally there should not be any tears this time. I say normally, we are never in the shelter of an accident.


Dave put his suitcase with a sigh, looking round the little room. The beige walls were deprived of any decoration, the window curtains were nothing more than two pieces of cotton the color of milk chocolate. The bed was made carefully with charcoal gray sheets.

He walked toward the double sliding door that opened on a blank closet which could contain much more than he had in his suitcase. He took a few steps to his right and opened the second door of the room that overlooked a small bathroom which itself was provided with a second door.

He closed, deciding he would take care to get set later and returned to the living room where his aunt had left a note for him.

Sorry for not being able to be there for your arrival. Do not hesitate to take tour of the house, just be careful when you open the door of the kitchen, Cheeky and Frisbee can be a bit turbulent. Settle yourself, make yourself at home. I come toward 6pm. See you then.

He read the note while walking to a door he opened ... And had just time to think "too late" when his butt collided to the ground under the effect of a pair of paws that had landed, a fraction of a second earlier, on his stomach without any delicacy, causing him to lose balance.

Quickly, he had to push back the attacks repeated of two fur balls more than enthusiastic to meet him. He had to fight two slobbery tongues that were attacking him erratically and eight frantic paws trampling him.

After a minute, he had managed to calm the two beasts, one hand on each head. He could then take the time to detail his two new companions. To his right, a golden cocker was lying against his thigh. To his left, a black cocker sat and looked at him still stomping in excitement.

"Well, you allow me to stand up now? Guys ... Girls, I don't even know. In short, what about we go to stretch our legs a bit?"

He lifted his watch at the level of his eyes. 4:30pm, it gave him an hour and a half before return of his aunt. He stood up, picked up the note from his aunt that had been a little crumpled in the battle and began looking for leashes to attach the two dogs. He found them in the lobby and scarcely had he touched the two strips of leather, Cheeky and Frisbee were at his feet, one sitting quietly and the other running and jumping around him.

"It's not a calm one, your buddy." Dave sighed planting his eyes in the patient eyes of the clearer dog.

He battled a bit but ended up having a dog attached to the end of each leash. In the stairs, he began to wonder if he had had a good idea. He did not even know if there was a park nearby. Once in the street, his doubts were swept away at the speed of lightning. Apparently someone knew exactly where to go and he had only to follow the movement retaining as well as possible the excited dog when having to cross the streets.

They ended up in a small park. A small tree-lined road, a few benches over here and there, a playground with kids, moms with strollers, some courageous athletes doing their jogging, and some dogs leashed or not, dreamers seated reading in the grass. Dave thought he liked this place already and they began to walk all three in the path.

A vibration in his pocket caught his attention. He put his hand to take his cell phone. A new text message.

Kurt to Dave: Hey Dave. It's said that you settle in Westerville today. It's going well?

Dave to Kurt: This is a change, but that's okay I guess. Thank you.

Kurt to Dave: Need a helping hand?

Dave to Kurt: Thanks it's nice but it's okay. How's it going at McKinley?

Kurt to Dave: Routine, weekly slushies.

Dave to Kurt: Sorry about that.

Kurt to Dave: It is no longer you. By the way, the Glee Club guys want to invite you to an evening pizza / video games when you can.

At that moment, one of two leashes slipped from his hand and Misfortunes never come alone, this was obviously the leash that held the less calm dog.

"Oh no! Crap! Uh ... Boomerang? Choppy? What's his name yet? Could you help me up, call back your buddy instead of looking at me with those round eyes! You might as well be named Cookie and Brownie! "

As he loosely attempted to recall the dog, without much success, it must be confessed; a runner passed him and accelerated his pace to catch up the animal. Before he was able to realize the intention of the runner, the other came back to him, trotting the dog after him.

The young man handed him the end of the leash and squatted down to pet the dog and turned his collar up to see the plaque attached. He looked up at Dave with a charming smile.

"Hey Dave, looks like you need a good teacher for that too. Your little runaway girl is named Cheeky. "He said, showing the plaque to Dave. Then, turning the other collar, he added, "Boomerang? You were not far, it's named Frisbee. "

"Seb! " The boy tensed a bit before resuming his smile. "You pursue me or what?"

"But you're welcome, it was a real pleasure! I leave you; you have my number if you need." He shouted, standing up and pretending to return to his jogging.

"Thank you."

Sebastian stopped and turned around his run.

"Ah, finally! You invite me to drink a coffee to thank me? "

"Uh... Today I can't, I have to bring these two at home before someone reports their missing. "

"Sure... Friday night at Scandals? Don't answer, I'll see if you come or not. "

With these words, Sebastian ran off. Dave suddenly realized that his phone vibrated for the second time since Cheeky had escaped.

Kurt to Dave: You don't have to if you don't want to.

Kurt to Dave: Just say no, they'll understand.

Dave to Kurt: Sorry, little problem with a runaway. Saturday, it would be good?

Kurt to Dave: A runaway? You must tell me about. I talk to them and I'll let you know.

Dave to Kurt: I'll tell you. Good evening.

Kurt to Dave: Good evening.

He put his phone away in his pocket and went back to the apartment of his aunt. He untied Cheeky and Frisbee in the lobby and the leashes put away where he had found them. Cheeky still very excited, was turning around him while Frisbee went quietly drink in his bowl into the kitchen and sat on the living room carpet.

As it was 5pm, he decided to undo his suitcase, Cheeky always on his heels. In half an hour he had distributed the contents of his suitcase in the closet, put his toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink, shower gel and shampoo were seated in the shower, the computer landed on the bedside table and went straight the suitcase under the bed.

And he had still half an hour before his aunt come back. He went into the kitchen to inspect the contents of the fridge and cupboards. He pulled out a package of bread, ham and cheese and prepared some toasted sandwiches. Into a salad bowl he threw in bulk salad, a can of corn, a few slices of radish and some nuts. He prepared a salad dressing and placed it all in the fridge.

All the while, Cheeky stayed with him, sitting on his feet against his leg when he wasn't moving. He bent a bit to scratch her head.

"That's it? You came to the end of your stock of energy for today?"

He returned to his room to take his computer, he went back to the living room, sat on the floor between the couch and coffee table and settled the computer on the coffee table. Frisbee raised his head, yawned and wriggled to come to lie down against his thigh before he went back to sleep peacefully. Cheeky jumped on his lap and curled up, head turned toward Frisbee.

Dave started his computer, took note his aunt's while waiting for the computer to turn on. With the codes his aunt had given him, he connected it to the Internet. He remained thoughtful for a long time. Since his suicide attempt, since Kurt had restored his hope, he had not dared to go back to his Facebook page. He did not feel himself ready to see all these comments again, once again to relive the horror of that day. But he knew deep down that he had to go back once. To close his account, to turn this page of his life and look towards his future.

He heard, without really register it the front door opening and closing and then footsteps on the stairs.

"Sorry I'm late, traffic was hell. I see you survived the attack of my two monsters, they've adopted you, it seems."

"Aunt Sarah! I hadn't even seen the time actually."

"You had time to set you up and familiarize yourself a bit with the house?"

"Yes, I undid my suitcase. I not too much visited the house but Cheeky and Frisbee took me to the park. "

"Especially Cheeky I bet." Sarah threw laughing.

"Yeah, that's about it."

Sarah sat down in the armchair perpendicular to the couch not to see the computer screen.

"I didn't have time to buy a desk for your room. In the meantime, there is a small table in the garage that we can bring up if you help me."

"Uh, no, it's not worth it ... I ... I can't work alone in my bedroom anyway."

"Okay, no problem. You can decorate as you want in any case, it is your room. We can even repaint if you want. "

"If everything goes well, I'll be gone in four months, it maybe not worth it."

"About that... If you need to take another year to get back on track, you know that you can stay."

"Thank you, Aunt Sarah."

"Oh, I'm too young for Aunt Sarah and you too old for auntie. Just call me Sarah."

"Thank you Sarah."

"You must be hungry and I do not really want to cook right now. I invite you out?"

"Actually ... I prepared something while waiting for you. We just need to cook the toasted sandwiches."

"David Karofsky, you'll need one more year, that's an order." Sarah said, laughing.

"It won't be like this every day, I'm gay, not a slave."Dave muttered.

"Well answered. What are you doing?" She asked, pointing to the computer.

"I ... I wanted ... To delete my Facebook account. But I must return on it to do that."

"I'm here if it goes wrong, okay? I take care of the sandwiches; you should do it I think. "

"Thank you Sarah"

She got up to take care of the meal; Cheeky Dave's jumped from knees to follow her mistress. David took a deep breath and connected to his account. He shut his eyes. When he opened them, they landed on a comment that was not there the day of his last connection.

He furrowed his eyes seeing the comment especially and the name associated with it. He made a copy and paste that he into a Word document recorded to remember it. Then, trying to ignore the other comments, he made all the necessary manipulations to delete his account.

He created a new account, taking care to make it accessible only to friends that he would have approved. He celebrated that by sending some requests to trusted friends. Kurt among others. Each with a small personalized message to explain the situation. He could count them on the fingers of one hand, but burnt child fears cold water, he preferred to be selective this time.

He shut his computer smile on his lips and joined his aunt in the kitchen. The table was set and Sarah was getting out the toasted sandwiches of the grill.

"Good timing, sit down, it's ready."

"I wanted to ask, how does it work for outings? Friday or Saturday nights for example."

"You're a big boy, I trust you not to do anything stupid. I just want you to warn me if you won't be here for a meal; that you tell me where you go and when you intend to be back so I don't worry. But I'm not here to spy on you. Already a party planned? "

"Maybe next Saturday, an evening with old friends of McKinley, but it is not sure yet."

"You'll confirm that to me." Sarah added with a grin.

The rest of the evening was spent quietly and Dave fell asleep peacefully even if the idea of his first day at his new school worried him a little.