Disclaimer: Oh, no, I don't own Glee yet. The thing 'we sleep together yet no, we're just buddies and it doesn't matter even if one of the two has a boyfriend in New York '... how shall I put, on that one, it goes a little out of hands in my opinion.
If like me you cursed like crazy after RIB because they were dragging out the beginnings of Klaine (wonder how many guys in 20 years will try to get their first job with that first name to slow them), get ready to hate me. To hate me tremendously. As they say, sorry but not sorry.
I just found out that yes, I could make a setting to be warned when one of you leaves me a fabulous review ... Until then; I went around my published stories wondering how the authors who have over 10 stories published did to deal with that.
And by the way, I saw that some people read me from Italy… Yes, I'm stalking you, and I'm not totally ashamed about it. I speak English (obviously), I speak French (like since I know how to speak, since I'm French) and at school I learnt a little Spanish and a little Portuguese (just enough to not suck too much at seeing when Google translation totally change what I wanted to say in one or two sentences). But I don't speak Italian. At all. I mean, sure, I know 'ti amo', 'al dente' and little stuff like that, but does that mean I can correct a sentence translated by Google translation which rarely fails to make crappy translations? The answer's no. And I'd like to use some Italian in a future chapter (not right now, but I don't know yet exactly when. So, if someone is willing to help me with that, please let me know.
Which reminds me I have to thank .902 for helping me with some 'American way of life', I may not have used her information yet, but will sooner or later.
Dave was lying on his bed in his underwear, staring at the ceiling. What a year he had just been living. Just a year and a half before, he had a future mapped out. He was one of the best athletes of his high school, he was popular, had friends. He wasn't the brightest student of the school, but he was able to maintain grades which would enable him to have his place in a state university. He was rather well positioned to obtain a scholarship due to his place in the football team. His life was on rails.
And he had blown it. For a kiss. For a boy. For Kurt so sure of himself, of what he was. So different and yet so similar to him eventually. He had kissed him ... attacked rather. Because he was exhausted to hide what he was. And this gesture had slowly but steadily transformed his life. At first his expulsion from the high school, which had been annulled but remained registered in red ink in his file. And the guilt that had eaten him, the fear of being discovered because Kurt knew. Santana knew. He had been living in fear that someone else also discovered; someone who wouldn't be willing to keep the information to himself. He had transferred school, but yet again he had tried to hide the shameful attraction he had for boys. Kurt's image had haunted him all this time. Kurt who had dared to stand proudly on this stage in the gym to receive his crown of prom queen. He would've liked to have this courage but he had fled again and again. And since the fear doesn't avoid the danger, he had been discovered. Nick was definitely not Kurt, he was cruel, merciless. He had found it way too fun to let the entire school know his secret.
And then there had been the suicide attempt, a new school where he had tried to stop hiding. He was not showing his proudly as difference as Kurt, he did not even let it be known as easily as Sebastian but he had stopped living in fear of being discovered. He had made a few friends who didn't mind having a gay friend. Such as Chris who didn't even have acted differently with him in the showers than he did with any of his other teammates even after he had confessed his homosexuality.
He thought he was finally out of it. Had a chance to get his life back on track. But living watching over his shoulder, he had begun to lag behind in class. And then, the suicide, the missed days, the new transfer ... He had tried to work twice as hard but it hadn't been enough and sentence had just fallen. He had failed his exams and he'd have to restart his senior year. He'd have to stay one more year in Ohio.
How lucky really!
He was ignoring that his phone was ringing at regularly for two hours and the battery had eventually given up. The past ten minutes, only the silence accompanied the flow of his thoughts. He was pulled from his thoughts by the doorbell. He groaned but didn't move; believing the visitor would think the apartment was empty and would go back. But it would have to have been his lucky day. He heard the front door been opened and then three knocks at the door of his room.
"Pooky, I know you're here, I met Sarah at the park."
"What do you want Smythe?"
"Me, nothing."
"So what are you fucking doing here?"
"I'm on active service. You're going to open to me?"
"Why? You don't know how to open a door by yourself?"
The door opened, Sebastian came in and closed behind him. He went to lie down next to Dave casting a glance at his watch. They remained side by side, staring at the ceiling without saying a word. Sebastian looked Dave out of the corner of his eye from time to time. Finally, he looked at his watch again.
"How long have you been admiring the view?"
"Why?"
"Because me, it's only been five minutes and I already find it very boring."
"I don't hold you back."
"I give you twenty minutes."
"For what?"
"Lift your butt from that bed, take a shower and get dressed."
"Why?"
"Because, my dear, although you are very sexy in this outfit, I don't think you can go out like that. Between us, we'd create a sex riot."
"As if you weren't used."
«I'm used to, you don't. And you lose time. I'll add not in the time you spend in chat."
"You know that at this hour the Scandals isn't opened?"
"I'll surprise you, but would you believe that I also know that between the Scandals and this depressing room, there are plenty of other places where we could be."
"Oh yeah? And where, for example?"
"The year end Warblers' party ..."
Dave turned slightly toward Sebastian, took his left wrist in his hands to watch the clock.
"You do your parties at 3pm?"
"No, idiot. Before the party, we'll go shopping."
"Ah, you ALSO have something against the way I dress now?"
"If you keep talking, you won't have even time to take a shower Pooky."
"Oh, fine, I see, you won't let go of me." Dave sighed, standing up.
"No chance." Sebastian replied with a big charming smile.
Dave disappeared into the bathroom next to his room. Sebastian took the opportunity to go around the room. He didn't find many evidences for the presence of a teenager for several months. Apart from the computer and the text books on a small shelf, the room was neutral. Not as cold as the hospital room in which he had visited Dave a few months earlier, but still lifeless. He returned to his spot on the bed just before Dave came back, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
Sebastian stared the athlete before him, surprised. He wasn't able to take his eyes off of the teenager who was looking for what clothes to wear in his closet. The boy? No, rather the man. Square shoulders, muscular back. Forget about the hundred pounds overweight, it would be a shame to remove the mellowness of these arms in which it should be nice to slip. Sebastian even surprised himself wondering how it would be to slip his fingers through the few hairs that dotted the chest and belly of the young man. To browse the line which seemed to give direction straight to...
"Uh Sebastian? Are you okay?"
Sebastian shook his head to clear his thoughts before answering, trying to regain his composure.
"Huh? Uh yeah, why?"
"Well you were a bit stuck mouth open and you were almost drooling. It seemed as if you were suffering a stroke or something."
"Hurry up; it remains you only five minutes." Sebastian, who had taken up his composure, threw.
He plunged back in his thoughts, forcing himself to stare at the ceiling. When he had brought back Dave from the Scandals that famous night he had undressed him, but it was late, he was tired, he was focused on the task. And at first, since when did he have this kind of ideas about the fat and body hair? He had to pull himself together.
He felt the mattress beside him sag slightly and Dave' hand brushing the back of his.
"You begin to take a liking to the observation of the ceiling? It suits me, I don't need new clothes. "
"Who said anything about new clothes?"
"Uh ... you if I remember correctly."
"I remember talking about shopping, no clothes."
"It's implied, isn't it?"
"I don't think so." Sebastian replied, stirring a little his fingers against Dave's hand. "I was thinking of buying things to make this room a little bit more livable. Seen that you have to stay another year."
"How to break the mood." Dave sighed.
"Yeah, I know. I'm glad you failed actually." Sebastian said, drawing himself up.
"Oh yeah, and why?"
"Because I'm selfish, I don't exactly have dozens of friends hereabout and as a result I'm glad you're here for my last year." Sebastian replied without turning to Dave.
"You're not a banal boy." Dave said bursting into laughter.
"That'll at least have made you laugh." Sebastian said, still his back to the other boy.
Dave straightened up in his turn and gave a little shove to Sebastian.
"Hey, you steal the show from me here. I'm the one who should be in the sulks. I'm the one who failed his life."
"You failed a year, not your life. Come on; let's buy everything in sight in decoration's stores." Sebastian launched, jumping from the bed.
He turned to Dave, outstretching a hand to the other boy who caught it and got up from bed.
"You remind me of Kurt when you say things like that."
"Oh please, you are not going to compare me to him."
"It wouldn't be an insult you know."
"Um, that's what you say. My viewpoint is different. "
"I know you don't like him but ..."
"He conforms exactly to the stereotype of gay men that straights love to see because it reassures them about their own sexuality."
"He's somewhat more than that; you just get to know him."
"Not for me thank you."
"Okay, we have to agree on the fact that we don't agree on this subject and avoid talking about it."
"Okay."
The two boys came out of the apartment; Dave sat in Sebastian's car. Before joining him, the latter pulled his phone from his pocket to send a message.
Sebastian to Yogi: He accuses the shock but everything will be fine.
Yogi to Sebastian: Thank you
Then he slipped in his seat and started the car. They drove in silence to the nearest shopping center. Before leaving the car, Dave turned to Sebastian.
"Please tell me you're not going to give me a headache to choose between fifty shades of grey. [1]"
"Oh for pity's sake, no, I'm a guy, I'm not Hummel."
"Sebastian!"
"Yes, I know, sorry."
"You have things in common in fact."
"Oh please no." Sebastian growled.
Dave got out of the car laughing. Sebastian made a show of sighing dramatically but couldn't restrain a smirk, leaving the car too.
"We start? Walls? The curtains? Buy a desk?" Sebastian asked, putting a hand on Dave's back.
"Uh ... I don't intend to buy a desk since I never work in my room and I quite like the curtains that there are already."
"So let's focus on the walls." Sebastian cut short leading Dave to a shop where they could find the paint they needed. Once in the store shelf, Dave stood before the choice of colors. Sebastian came behind him placing his hands on his shoulders and leaning slightly over his shoulder.
"Personally, I hesitate between Titanium Volutes and Galet. [2]" he joked, pulling a chuckle to Dave.
"Actually, I think I'd prefer blue."
A middle-aged man passed at that moment and glanced at them disapprovingly. Dave, seeing him freed himself from Sebastian's hands lowering his head. The old lady next to them turned in the direction the man had disappeared and mumbled.
"What a jerk."
Sebastian turned toward her, doubly surprised at her reaction when Dave, too shaken by the incident, had not even noticed her. Sebastian noted the gloomy look of his friend and put a hand on his shoulder, but Dave pulled away again.
"Hey Pooky. There will always be idiots to judge the way you live without knowing you. Let them say."
"You two are adorable." the old lady said them.
"Thank you ma'am." Sebastian replied, looking for where were stored the blues. "Well then let's see ... Sky Blue ... Blue Fjord ... Blue Dreamer. Which one you want? "
"I don't see the difference." interjected the old lady.
"Me neither." Dave added with a wet chuckle.
"Hey, me neither! You want we call Kurt to ask him?" Sebastian joked.
"No, certainly not, you'll never put one foot to your party if you do that."
"I propose to take Blue Dreamer, I like the name."
"Me too."
"So Blue Dreamer. Besides, it'll look good with the color of your eyes."
"My eyes are ..." Dave began.
"Shh ... If I tell you that it'll look good with it." Sebastian cut. "We can help you ma'am?"
"That's very kind to offer but my grandson will come, he parks the car."
"Okay. Have a good day then."
"Thank you children."
The two teenagers rounded out their purchases with a lamp matching to the curtains, a second shelf and a bean bag.
"Actually, what is lacking most is something on the walls." Sebastian told once back to the car.
"It wasn't for the walls the Blue Dreamer?"
"Yes, but you should also hang posters, pictures."
"What kind?"
"I can't pick for you. Pictures of your friends for example. Posters of something that you like ... I don't know, a movie or musical poster or a football poster. A picture of a celebrity you look up to."
"A musical huh?"
"Hey, I don't know you so much I don't know myself. You have the right to love musicals. Now, if you want to have the bedroom of all the male adolescents our age, I think you got to have a poster of Vanessa Hudgens or Selena Gomez."
"Uh, no thank you. I'm not out to have these girls above my bed."
"Oh, it's sure that that's not them that make me up the tent."
"You really think only about that, honestly!"
"Not only that. But I think about it. Not you maybe?"
"Uh ... Yeah, okay, a little." Dave admitted, blushing.
"Ah well, see. You've already masturbated right?" Sebastian asked once back in the car.
"Uh yeah." Dave muttered, blushing a little more.
"And you think about someone when you do it?"
"Yes." Dave whispered, turning even redder.
"Who? Not Kurt right?"
"No!" Dave replied briskly.
"Who then?"
"We need to talk about it?"
"No, but it entertains me. Especially if in the end I find that I'm the object of all your fantasies."
"In your dreams?"
"Well, then you might as well tell me. A guy, who turns me on, is the one from the commercial for ."
Dave turned to Sebastian, eyes round as saucers, and his mouth wide open.
"What? He is sexy ..."
"Anderson Cooper? You do it on Anderson Cooper? You jerk off thinking about the brother of Blaine Hobbit Anderson!"
"What?"
"The guy from the commercial, his name's Anderson Cooper and he's Blaine's brother."
"Oh great." Sebastian groaned laying his head on the steering wheel before recovering slightly. "You see, it looks like you'll have struggling to make more embarrassing than me."
"When you've something in your mind!"
"Change not matter."
"Oh right! Diamimel." Dave muttered.
"What? Articulate, I didn't understand."
"Jamie Bell."
"Oh yes, you fantasize about Billy Elliot?"
"Hum ... More about Esca though."
"I admit, you have a point." Sebastian admitted starting the car. "You see that thinking a little; you'll find what to put on the walls of your room."
"I deduce that you have a poster of Anderson Cooper above your bed. Creepy."
"Ho stop. Fortunately not. I'm mortified." Sebastian sighed. "And the magazine goes to the trash as soon as I get home." He added under his breath.
"But you're even worse than what I thought." Dave, who had heard anyway, cried.
"Please kill me now." Sebastian moaned.
"Don't pretend, you spend your life talking dirty."
"Guess what, it looks like I finally have limits."
They arrived at Dave's, settled the lamp and stored the rest of their shopping in a corner of the room, deciding on a day when they would meet to paint and install the shelf. Sebastian christened the bean bag and they talked a little while waiting to go to the Warblers' party.
[1] At the outset, I had written'' two tones of gray'' but then the temptation to make a small reference to the sulfurous novel which makes the showcases of all good bookshops at the moment was far too strong. Although I haven't read it, by the way. And besides, they don't even know they refer to this book. Initially, this reflection is of course inspired by this scene of the season one when Kurt speaks with Finn about redecorate their future bedroom and possible walls colors.
[2] These three colors exist in the color chart of a paint brand and as you may have deduced by yourself, they are gray. Other color names used below are also from the same chart.
