Disclaimer: I work hard on it but Glee is still not mine. Otherwise, instead of a small apartment that I rent for half of what I earn, I'd have a loft in LA that would be mine.

I held this chapter truly dear to myself and this has not been easy to write. Of words to put in some mouths that are not the type to come naturally to me (even in my dreams / nightmares) but that had to be there at some point in the history. While sliding subtly answers to questions that some of you rose and were more than impatient to know the answers. I hope I managed to write a chapter good enough.


Dave woke up with a headache as he hadn't had since... ever actually. He tried to open his eyes. Well, partially open them. A sun ray struck his retina, forcing him to close them immediately. He tried to collect his thoughts, but his mind was foggy.

He had gone to the Scandals, that, he could remember. All that because that Sebastian had invited him? Summoned? And he had rushed, because of a comment left on Facebook. He had come early. Too early. The stress helping, he had followed Carlos at his house. Oh, definitely not the best memory of his evening.

He had returned to the Scandals ... Again: WHY? For Sebastian? To drink? To forget this unguarded moment?

After that? Apparently, drink; this was what he had done more than usually, judging by his state upon waking. He had had to hallucinate for the rest. Or dream. If you could call it a dream. Him, getting into a car with Sebastian Smythe and climbing stairs in a house he didn't know... Not possible that it was part of reality. Well perhaps that...

No, impossible!

He suddenly realized that the sunbeam wasn't on the right side for him to be sweetly lying in his bed and in the right way.

He turned his head very slowly because it was as if pool balls danced in his head. He blinked, trying to get used to the brightness. He slowly focused on his surroundings and one thing was sure, he wasn't in his bed.

Groping, he found he was alone in the bed, it was already that. But nothing proved to him that it had been the case throughout the night.

He sat up, groaning and holding his head to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"But what has taken me?"

His eyes came to rest on the nightstand, glass of water and bottle of aspirin. You'll probably need this in the morning. Oh perfect. He didn't know where he was or how he had really ended there, but clearly someone had been witness to his pitiful state of the previous day. In retrospect, it was probably Sebastian. Really per-fect.

He hesitated a little. What proved that it was indeed aspirin? But his headache caused him to take the risk.

Then he thought he should get out of there before ridiculing himself a bit more in front of Sebastian. It was then he realized he wasn't wearing his clothes from the night before. He glanced at the apple green shirt he wore, an Eiffel tower spread over his chest, topped by the word ''SEB''. The day really seemed like it was going to be more and more exciting. He looked around the room, looking for his clothes.

Get dressed and get out. And quickly. He didn't know exactly where he was or how he could go home but at this point, he couldn't care less.

He stood up, his head was less painful but he still felt a little groggy. He walked around the room looking for his clothes. In his quest, he approached the desk. He found his shirt and jeans from the day before. He grabbed them with the firm intention to finally escape from this nightmare that didn't seem to end.

In the process, he dropped a book. A small paperback with tired and dented coverage, the corner of a picture going far beyond the cover. Le Petit Prince he read picking it up. He tugged gently on the edge of the picture and saw the face of a blond teenage girl, standing next to Sebastian who also sported a clear smile. The picture shouldn't have been taken long before, except for that smile that Dave had never seen, Sebastian hadn't changed much. The girl looked younger than him two or maybe three years.

The bedroom door opened quietly but lost in his thoughts he didn't pay much attention.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were still sleeping."

Dave hastily put the picture back in the book.

"Good, I don't need to wake you up so. I'm getting hungry and I thought to myself that after the night you spent, you would be up for a coffee."

"Uh, yeah, no, I ... I should go home."

"I did not think you were the type to run away once your business done."

"M... My ... business ... You ... you mean ..." He was decomposing visibly under Sebastian's amused eye.

"I mean that you have relax yourself and come with me in the kitchen." threw Sebastian holding out a hand to Dave, who was still hesitant, the book clamped in his fingers without him truly realizing.

"I can lend it to you if you want but I'd rather you to leave it here for the time of breakfast. I stick to it, it's ... emotional."

"Oh, uh ... I ... I didn't mean, I just made it fall ... I ... Sorry. I don't speak this language anyway." said Dave, sitting the book on the desk.

Sebastian lowered his hand and went to his bedside table, opened the drawer and took out his sister's latest birthday present. He squeezed it gently before heading back to Dave. He put the book on the pile of clothes. Then he held out a hand to him again.

"Coffee now?"

Dave hesitated a little. And Sebastian's stomach made itself heard.

"Please." he added, laughing at his stomach.

"Fine." Dave sighed, laying his hand on Sebastian's.

They walked through the hall, went down the stairs. Dave's eyes were wide open to such a sprawled wealth. He was surprised when Sebastian knocked at the door of a room before entering it, as if he wasn't in his own house.

"Good morning Sebastian. You're much Early for a Saturday. "

"Morning. I present you David, a ... friend."

"Hello Mrs. Smythe." Dave said shyly, embarrassed by his outfit.

"Oh no no no, I'm Lucia. Nice to meet you David."

"Me too Lucía." Dave mumbled.

"We were talking about coffee I believe." Sebastian threw watching Dave.

"Like every Saturday morning."

"You know me Lucía. A Friday night without alcohol is not a Friday night. "

Lucia shook her head with a sigh and then laughed when a gurgle broke through the quiet room.

"I make you something to eat too maybe boys."

"My stomach would appreciate I think yes."

"Pancakes?"

"I dunno ... David?" Sebastian questioned turning to his guest who felt less and less comfortable in this situation.

"Uh ... Yes, very well."

Lucía opened several cupboards and the fridge to take out the utensils and ingredients for preparing the breakfast. She was going to start to make dough when her cell phone rang. She excused herself and picked moving away a little while Sebastian tried to start a conversation with Dave without taking his eyes off of Lucía. The employee usually cheerful had begun to feature a worried look which wasn't improving during her conversation. She hung up and came back to them.

"Well, where I left off?"

"Lucía, you don't seem to be fine. What's going on? "

"There is nothing, everything's fine."

"Lucía, not to me please."

"My grandson made a nasty fall at the park; they took him to the emergencies."

"You have your day off."

"But ..."

"No discussion, go to the hospital, they need you."

"Your father ..."

"Don't come home before Tuesday from his business trip." Sebastian cut, miming quotation marks with his fingers saying 'business trip'. "He won't even know that you weren't there."

"But you ..."

"I'll survive a day without your talents as a cook. I guess that a pizza won't kill me for once. Shoo go, I don't want to see you anymore. "

"Thank you"

"You're still here?"

Once Lucía gone, an uncomfortable silence settled between the two boys. After a while Dave went to the work plan and began to pour in the ingredients. Feeling watched, he looked up to meet a gaping Sebastian, eyes like saucers. He set up the spoon gently.

"Uh ... I did something ...? I thought you wanted pancakes ..."

"Yes, but ... You know how to do that?"

"We're not all living in castles with a cooker on hand."

"Wow, calm down. I'm impressed actually I would like to know how to do that."

"I guess you should be able to learn, it's not so complicated." Dave said with a shrug.

He shifted slightly and motioned for Sebastian to join him. He patiently explained him how to do and the young man wore the same proud smile than a child who manages to tie his shoes on his own for the first time. Sebastian was laughing and shouting for joy of successfully cook pancakes. They didn't hear the front door of the house, nor footsteps in the big hall. The door of the kitchen opened.

"Seb, how many times do I have to tell you that you have nothing to do in this kitchen? This is not your place. "

"Da. .. Dad? You're back? I thought ..."

"Let go this pan immediately, you do not have to humble yourself in this kind of tasks Seb, this is what I pay Lucía for. Where is she first? And then what are these outfits? I've already told you not to bring your sex toys under my roof. "

"Mr Smythe, I'm sorry it's ..."

"Seb, I asked you where is Lucía!" Cut the man as if Dave was nothing but a green plant.

"I allowed her to go to see her grandson to the emergencies."

"It is not up to you to make these decisions!"

"You're right, I should have waited nicely that you returned Tuesday hoping he is not emptied of his blood by then. Or have predicted that you were going to be back sooner than expected for once."

"Seb don't be insolent. Up to your room, I'll come to talk to you in two minutes."

Sebastian left the kitchen, leaving Dave alone facing his father.

"Excuse me. My son will drive me crazy. John Smythe." offered the older of the two, holding out one hand to the dumbfounded teenager who hesitated before shaking it.

"Ka ... David Karofsky."

"You can go get dressed and go home. I know my son, he got you, so you no longer interest him. Sorry boy. Delighted to have met you. "

On these words, the patriarch left the kitchen and headed to his son's bedroom. Dave was going to stop him to let him know that his clothes were precisely in Sebastian's room, but thought better of it. He waited to have heard the door slam upstairs to climb the big marble staircases. He was at the bedroom door when it opened, a hand shoved the clothes into his arms before closing the door violently.

He stood petrified, not knowing quite what to do when John Smythe's voice rose, hard and cold.

"You'll never be anything but a disappointment. Lucía is our maid, not a friend. I pay her to do a job and you do not have to do anything other than tell her what she has to do. She must know where her place is. You will never have any control over your employees if you befriend with them, you have to learn it Seb. And that boy? Really Seb? That is not enough that you let yourself go to that ... perversion? You also have to roll into the luxury with men who are clearly not our condition. You'd better quickly put yourself together Seb. I'm ashamed to be your father. Whenever I think you will finally fall into line, you prove to me once again that I am wrong to place my hopes in you. "

Dave had dressed and startled when the door opened, letting out John Smythe who passed before him not noticing him any more than if he was one of the statues decorating the hallway. When the man had disappeared, the boy knocked on the door of the room. As it wasn't closed, it opened slowly and Sebastian was facing him.

"What you want Karofsky?"

"Give you back your shirt."

"You can keep it."

Dave walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

"And what would I do with a green shirt with your name written across the chest?"

"I dunno." Sebastian went to his closet and began to clear a shelf. "What do I do with a peacock blue shirt with The Statue of Liberty on it? Or a canary yellow T-shirt I love LA? Oh hey, white classy. Oh no, wait, what's this? Oh, a splendid Mexican, highly cliché. Ah, here's the centerpiece of my collection, this beautiful neon pink that puts so well in value these gondolas in Chinese shadows. I've never put a fucking foot in Italy. "

The tee shirts were falling to the ground one after another, like old unimportant rags. The young man's voice fluctuated between anger and bitterness. But when he caught the questioning look in front of him, his tone gave way to resignation.

"Two per year. When he doesn't forget my birthday. He has not forgotten this year." he added, pulling a golden crumpled and torn pack. "I have not opened it yet, I keep the suspense."

Dave sat down on the bed where the package had landed, took it and shook it slightly. Exactly as he did every Christmas since as far as he could remember to guess what the package contained.

"Hum ... Purple maybe ... No. Orange! I love Lima Ohio? You should open, I look forward to know. "

Sebastian joined him, took the package from his hands delicately.

"Not as long as you haven't given all your predictions. You didn't say anything about the size."

"The size? I have no idea of your size."

"Neither does he, that's why we have to guess."

"OK ... Medium may be."

Sebastian began to unwrap the package, taking his time, taking off the bits of tape one at a time. He disengaged the paper that hid a white cardboard box and opened it, taking as much time. The two teens laughed discovering the content.

"Holy cow! I think this is your new centerpiece."

"Are you kidding? Even better than that! I'll frame this one."

The T-shirt was red, a photo of Kate and William on their wedding day taking three-quarters of the front of the garment. Around, a circle of heads of palace guards. Above, the date of their marriage and the sentence I was there. Sebastian looked at the size's label.

"I'm sorry to tell you that you lost on everything. I should use it as a dress I think."

"Not on everything. I managed to make you laugh."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Well, I should go now; I think your father has more or less kicked me out. I'm not quite sure he knows I'm still here though; he didn't even look at me when he passed near me in the hallway."

"How do you expect to go home? Your car is in Lima."

"Well ... I was hoping you'd be willing to call me a cab. I could do it myself but my cell phone has no more power." Dave explained with a bothered look.

Sebastian seemed thoughtful a few moments, and then he got up and walked over to his closet.

"You give me five minutes?" He asked, pulling a small travel bag and piling up some clothes in it.

"Uh ... Yes?"

He then went in his bathroom and threw, jumbled in his bag, his shower gel, his shampoo, his toothbrush. He closed the bag.

"I'm taking you to Lima; you can retrieve your car that way."

"No, you don't need to, really."

"No discussion. You don't wanna know what'll happen if he realizes that you're not gone, trust me."

The two boys again crossed the hallway and went down the stairs as quietly as possible and left the house. Once in the car, Dave was the first to break the silence.

"I'd rather you bring me back home."

"And your car?"

"I'll take care of it with Sarah tomorrow. But I have no cell phone to prevent that I won't be here for lunch and I have already not warned for breakfast."

"You're afraid of being scolded? It's cute."

"That's not it. She trusts me. And they've been all already enough worried because of me. "

"Oh okay."

Dave gave the address and they set off in silence. After a few minutes, the football player broke the silence again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You mean other than this one?"

"... "

"Go ahead."

"You gonna go where? The ... the bag ... I mean ..."

"Lima"

"You have family there?"

A bitter laugh rose in the cockpit.

"No. It's Saturday. I'll spend the evening at Scandals; I'll find a guy not too creepy to let me sleep in his after. "

"After what?"

"Seriously? Karofsky? After what? You want a picture?"

"You speak of here Scandals. Seb open your eyes. This is the palace of blokes. You're probably the most correct guy I met there, it's to say! "

Dave didn't notice the wry face of the driver when he had called him Seb.

"You don't know me Karofsky, don't even try to judge the way I live."

"I don't judge Seb. I'm just saying you take risks by going to one of those guys' and screwing around here and there with them. I'm just ... worried."

"Yeah, well thank you, but I'm a big boy, you don't need to worry about me mummy."

The car stopped in the parking lot of the residence of Dave's aunt. He opened the door looking both worried and hurt.

"Come with me. I'm just saving you the day. You went to Scandals; I am the not too creepy guy you found to let you sleep on the couch tonight."

"Go home Karofsky."

"Seb ..."

"And stop calling me Seb goddammit!"

"I'll stop ... If you come with me Sebastian. Please?"

"Okay fine." Sebastian growled shutting off the engine of his car. "But your parents ..."

"Oh, they won't say anything; that must be treated with Sarah now."

Dave finally came out of the car and grabbed the bag on the back seat before closing the door so as not to give a chance to his friend to change his mind.