Disclaimer: You know the song now… I don't own Glee at all. Negotiations seem to be stuck.


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Nick was trying to do his homework for a good hour, but with that damn ball that hit the wall at regular intervals, he couldn't concentrate.

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"You gonna stop it soon?"

"No."

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"You gonna study for tomorrow's math test soon?"

"No."

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"You gonna hit on a guy soon?"

"No."

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"You listened to what I said?"

"No."

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"Do you mind if I do the solo at the next Warblers' concert?"

"You're pushing there Nick."

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"You're the one pushing, it's been an hour that you squat my bed, that you're playing with your ball and that you prevent me from working."

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Nick put down his pen, turned in his chair, sighed, got up, went to stand next to his bed and intercepted the ball.

"Spill it."

"What?"

"What's going on with you since a month?"

"Give me my ball back." Sebastian growled, getting up to face Nick.

"At least it's a reaction. Speak. Now."

Sebastian sat back down on the bed and rubbed his face sighing. Then he raised his head with one of his famous carnivorous smiles on the lips.

"What have you done of your twin? He doesn't study for the math test?"

"Sandra, Julia, Amanda or Laura. What do I know? He always prefers study languages. If you see what I mean."

"I see, yes. You like to be surrounded by studs it seems."

"Luckily for you. But don't try to change the subject. You hang out like a lost soul since Regionals. I know we lost but ..."

"Oh Nicky leave me alone."

"I ask for nothing better Seb." Nick said, drawing a wry face as he uttered the nickname. "But you prevent me a little from working, so I try to figure out how to send you back home."

"You lack technique. Usually guys who toss me fuck me out in two seconds."

"Well, about that, it's been long since ...?"

"Really Nick? Really? You're indeed the last person I would have imagined asking me this kind of question."

"Oh what the heck. Seb, you tire me. I don't care about your sex life. But whether you stay here and you let me work or you go."

The first notes of 'Mean' arose in the room.

"Seb, your phone rings."

"I know thank you." Seb groaned, grimacing.

"You don't pick up?"

"Not there, no."

"Why?"

"None of your business."

"Ah, I see. There is one who didn't understand that it was just a hook up. Wear a warning next time."

"Let's say that." Sebastian muttered as the ringing stopped.

Nick gave Sebastian his ball back and went to seat back at his desk.

"Can you do me a favor? Silence for at least half an hour, so I could work."

He was about to resume his revisions when the door of the room opened on the fly. Jeff came in, slammed the door behind him and fell on his bed without any care. A wide smile spread across his face. He laughed, turned his head to Sebastian and threw him his pillow, starting a noisy battle.

"No way, what have I done to you guys?"

Both boys froze into the positions they were, the last pillow thrown landing softly at Sebastian's feet. They turned their heads towards Nick.

"Nicky's in a bad mood?"

"Don't mind, he's like that since I'm here."

"No, I'm not like that since you're here!"

"Really? You're like that since when then?" Jeff asked.

"Since Seb started playing with his ball and preventing me from studying for tomorrow's math test. "

"Guilty as charged." Sebastian threw, replacing his face of disgust for having heard Nick call him Seb by a mocking laugh.

Jeff stood up and walked over to Nick, pulling his desk chair to sit next to his friend.

"You're too serious Nicky."

"Your parents can afford if you fail a year, you do with a B or C and you don't need to work too hard to get these grades ... Good for you Blondie. I've already told you that I don't have that luck."

"Oh yes, I'm too lucky, if you knew." Jeff said losing a little his smile.

"You could allow you to have a B from time to time though. You're a straight-A."Sebastian interjected.

"No, I can't. And I'll go in Trent and Cameron's room, there, I'll can work. "

"If they're not breeding." Jeff joked.

"No, them, they do it in silence at least!"

"So they're really together?" Jeff exclaimed excited.

"Yeah, like us. It's well known, all those who share a room here are together. It's boiling hot in Thad, David and James' room." Nick threw pulling a piece of tongue before closing the door hurriedly, narrowly avoiding the pillow that Jeff had just thrown.

Jeff turned to Sebastian.

"You don't go home?"

"You share Nick's room for way too long."

"Don't talk me about it. He became my best friend, can you imagine. But that doesn't answer to my question."

"I've already had this conversation with Nick. Save your saliva, the answer was no to all the questions."

"Do you mind if I do the solo ..."

"Except this one." Sebastian cut him off. "Nick has asked me too. If I was still wondering why you're called Chip Dale and I'd have my answer now. You don't share only a room. "

"It won't be said we didn't try."

"To have a solo or to make me go away from your room?"

"We'd gladly give up on one of the two if that secured us to have the other." Jeff sighed coming to sit next to Sebastian.

Seeing that the other boy didn't respond, he laughed and gave him a little shove.

"Hey, I was joking."

The lack of response from his friend, usually so biting, began to worry a little the blond.

"We want both of course."He added with an ironic tone. "Is everything okay?" He asked finally.

"Yeah, don't worry."

"Well yeah, I'm a little worried. You've been weird lately."

The same ringtone as the one that had rung when Nick was in the room rose from Sebastian's pocket.

"Sebastian?"

"What?"

"Your phone rings."

"I know."

"You don't pick up?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Sebastian?"

"What?"

"You tire me."

"I tend to cause that."

The silence settled in the room. After a few minutes, a new ringtone escaped Sebastian's pocket. A song, probably French, from what Jeff thought acknowledge. Sebastian pulled out the phone from his pocket.

"Shit, he's really a pain in the ass! "He muttered before answering. "Hey, Chloe, you shouldn't sleep at this hour? "

"Sebastian Onesto Smythe, te fous pas de moi*. Dad just called me in the middle of the night because he can't reach you. "

"Sorry Chloe. "

"At least warn me the next time. A text at least to tell me that you don't want to answer him, but are not agonizing somewhere."

"I'm fine Chloe okay. Just ... don't wanna go home. Don't wanna meet his latest conquest."

"Bass, I get it. But you know he won't let go until you'll have meet her."

"I know."

"Rentre chez toi Bass*. And let me sleep, I've got school tomorrow." She added, laughing.

"Just ... one more hour. I need to clear my mind."

"Better that I put my phone on silent if I well understand."

"If you want to sleep, surely." he sighed. "Bonne nuit Boucle d'Or*."

"Bonne soirée Big Brother*."

Sebastian hung up and jumped to his feet. He took the direction of the door.

"You've won Blondie, I'm going."

"Hey Sebastian." Jeff launched, stopping his friend at the door.

"Yes?"

"You know that if you ever need to talk we're here? Avoid Trent if you need to talk about Blaine, he's a little sensitive on the subject since you sent him to the hospital, but we're here okay?"

"Yeah. Thank you Jeff."

"It's nothing. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Sebastian left the room and headed for the parking lot. He unlocked the doors of his car pressing the key button. He opened the trunk and pulled out a backpack he threw on the passenger seat while settling behind the wheel. He pulled out from the bag gray jogging pants, a white tank top and a gray hoodie. He looked around the deserted parking lot and writhed behind the wheel to change. He took off his shoes and threw them on the floor on the passenger side and leaned down to take a pair of sneakers under the seat.

Once ready, he started the car and found himself at the park. He slid his MP3 player in one of his pockets, settled the headphones in his ears, his phone in his other pocket, he pulled his hood to cut himself as much as possible of the world. He began to run in small steps around the park. After half an hour he was out of breath, dripping with sweat, his muscles sore but he felt calmer.

He took out his cell from his pocket to check the clock and found that he had received a message. He opened it.

Dave to Sebastian: You no longer say hello to your friends? You just vexed C & F.

He smiled, lowered his hood and peered skyline around him. He spotted Dave sat on a bench, Cheeky and Frisbee sat next to him. He approached slowly, crouched down and patted the two dogs talking to them, voluntarily ignoring Dave.

"I'm glad to see you too Sebastian." Dave joked.

"You didn't come all alone it seems." He said before getting up and extending a hand to Dave. "Karofsky."

"Smythe." Dave said coldly shaking the outstretched hand.

"Been a long time ..."

"I have lots of work if I want to get my degree and get out of this hole."

"Eager to leave us?"

"Not you?"

"I still have a year to draw me." Said Sebastian?

"I'm sure it will quickly be over."

"If you say so. Uh, I gotta go ... family dinner, I really can't miss it. I see you again soon? "

"I don't know."

"You know where to find me." Sebastian threw with a wink. "Good evening Pooky."

Dave smiled slightly amused before answering.

"Good evening Scar."

Sebastian frowned and a small puzzled smile appeared on his lips.

"It fits you to smile; you should do it more often."

Without adding anything more and without leaving time to Dave to respond, he walked to his car at a running pace. He looked at his phone to see the clock. He let out a huge sigh starting his car.

"Well, I'm in trouble." He whispered engaging the reverse gear to leave the parking lot.

He spent the few minutes which separated him from his house to try to prepare for what awaited him once past the front door. He parked in the driveway, in his usual spot, glanced through the windshield at this big house he dreamed of leaving quickly. He took a deep breath, turned off the engine and at last decided to go home. He was greeted by his father who was closing the living room door behind him.

"Seb! You're late! I called you several times, you don't pick up. And you're gross too. You're going to shower and be presentable, you have ten minutes. And take advantage of it to find a good excuse for your lateness." he hissed between his teeth.

"Sorry Dad, I..."

"I don't care that you're sorry Seb! You knew that this evening is important to me. Run and do your best not to embarrass me more than you've already done. "

"Yes dad." Sebastian whispered, his head bowed, before going to take a shower.

Then he put on an outfit acceptable to the eyes of his father and went down. He pinned his best smile on his face and went into the living room where his father sat on the leather sofa with a young brunette who shouldn't be more than 25. A beautiful young woman, attractive in her red dress draped revealing just the right amount of skin to not be vulgar.

John Smythe stood up to come to his son and put a hand on his back.

"Melissa, I present you my son Seb."

"Hello Melissa. I'm sorry to be late. We were rehearsing with the Warblers and didn't see the time passing. I had put my phone on silent. "

"He's the soloist in the choir of his school." John said to Melissa.

"Hello Seb. Your daddy told me much about you."

Sebastian grinned. Had his father totally forgotten his name? And 'your daddy', really? Did he seem to still be eight?

"If it was bad, everything is true." Sebastian said, feigning to joke.

"Oh no, he told me much good." Melissa replied looking embarrassed.

Sebastian sighed. Obviously, his new stepmother didn't have an expanded sense of humor, so the evening was going to be long for him. They went to the table and the home owner asked Lucía to serve them the meal. The boy discreetly smiled at the maid.

"Seb, it seems that you're a brilliant student. You'll soon graduate?"

"I'm a junior. I have one more year to do."

"He has good grades but he could do better if he worked a little bit harder." John interjected.

"Have you thought about which university you'd like to go to?"

"The Smythe attend Princeton for generations, the place is so to speak already booked for him." John threw without worrying about whether his son had an opinion on the question.

"Or else, maybe Yale ... Or Northwestern." Sebastian murmured, seizing the opportunity to give his point of view. After all, Melissa's presence could only play in his favor and he had nothing to lose in trying.

"Oh, I went to Northwestern, I have very good memories there. What are you planning to study?"

"The law of course he's a Smythe he's made for it." John cut again.

"Yes, majoring in law and if it's possible, I'd like to take a minor in music."

"You wanna be a lawyer? With a minor in music, you could work in a firm specialized in artists' rights."

Sebastian quirked a smile, surprised to see that, for once, the woman his father had brought back was provided with a brain in working order and that she was using it quite well.

"I think I'd like it yes."

"And you like being in the choir of your school?"

"Of course he likes it. He obtained the position as a soloist while he had just arrived. He has a soul of a leader like his father, right Seb!"

"Yes dad."

"And heart side? You got a girlfriend?"

Out of Melissa's sight, John glared at Sebastian, daring him to tell the truth on this subject.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend ... I'll never have one."

"Oh, don't be silly. A charming and intelligent boy like you, I'm sure the girls are lining up to you."

"Of course he will. When he'll be finished with his youth experiences, he'll settle, get married, and have children."

Sebastian paled a little. Of course his father had no intention to inform his latest conquest that he had a gay son. It didn't even surprise him anymore, it happened every time, but it wasn't less painful so far.

"Seb? You okay?" Melissa asked looking concerned putting a hand on his.

"Huh? Oh yes, I'm just ... a little tired. The rehearsal was a little intense today."

"Oh, if you wanna go to bed, you can go. I'm very pleased to have met you Seb."

"Me too. I hope we'll have a little more time to talk next time. I'm going to tell Lucía not to bring dessert for me. Good night Melissa." Sebastian said, extending his hand to the young woman who shook it with a big smile.

"Good night Seb."

The boy went through the kitchen to inform Lucía and wish her a safe way home after the evening. When he had climbed the stairs, he found his father leaning against the wall next to the door of his room.

"What could have taken you so long Seb? You really need to learn to stay in your place. We don't pal with employees."

"That's all you had to say?"

"You monopolized attention all evening. The next time you'll give me the pleasure to get yourself quiet. And you'd better that she never hears about this ... this perversion that you lower yourself to. She doesn't need to know that. I have an image to honor Seb. You understand me?"

"... "

"Is that clear Seb?"

"Very clear dad."

"Good! Keep it that way."

With these words, John disappeared without adding anything. Sebastian went into his room and slammed the door behind him angrily. He collapsed on his bed, his head in the pillow, stifling his frustrated sobs. A few minutes later, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and opened the message.

Dave to Sebastian: By the way, I wondered why 'Pouki'?

Sebastian to Dave: It's Pooky. And you don't know who this is?

Dave to Sebastian: I wouldn't ask if I knew.

Sebastian to Dave: Garfield's teddy bear, you really don't see?

Dave to Sebastian: I should've guessed, it could only be a bear.

Sebastian to Dave: I had thought about an elephant name too. And you? Why Scar?

Dave to Sebastian: For your obvious resemblance to Simba's uncle of course.

Sebastian to Dave: Oh yes, of course.

Sebastian to Dave: Thanks

Dave to Sebastian: For what?

Sebastian to Dave: You made me laugh and I really needed that tonight.

Dave to Sebastian: At your service. If you ever need, you know where to find me.

Sebastian to Dave: Thank you.


*translations of the sentences in foreign language (only one this time, but be sure it can be foreign languages in other chapters):
Sebastian Onesto Smythe, don't kid me.
Go home Bass
Good night Goldilocks
Good evening Big Brother