Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee, none of its characters. I own a few characters in this story now, but let's be honest, it doesn't pay as much as what RIB and their pals writers of Glee must earn.

Something else ... I began to find that for a fanfiction around Glee, it lacked teenager bursting into song, so I made an attempt. If you want to listen to the song while reading, everyone do as they wants, you can listen to it before, during, after, or not at all, as you feel, but if you want to listen, I put at the end of the text the details to find it. You type it all in Google or YouTube directly and voila. Enjoy reading and enjoy listening if you decide to listen.

Also, here we are. This is the last chapter. No, not the last chapter of the story, I plan a lot more for these two and their friends, trust me. But it's the last chapter already written in the original version (and sometimes, the translation makes me wish the English version was the original one). So, from know, you'll have to wait that I write and then translate… It could be a little longer than it already was.


So here's what you missed on The Fox And The Rose (because when you follow ten thousand fanfictions like me, there are days when you wonder 'what happened in that one previously?'):

After his suicide attempt Dave gets the surprising visit of Sebastian at the hospital.

From his side, Dave's father, worried for his son, requested the advice of World's Best Dad ever (Burt Hummel) and sent his son to his aunt in Westerville to finish his senior year.

We discovered that Sebastian has a little sister stayed in France. And after a little too tipsy evening at the Scandals for Dave, we found that Sebastian's father is the opposite from Burt.

Dave have been reunited with his old friends from McKinley and made new friends in Westerville. And he's finally out of the closet. But he failed his final exams this year, so he's stuck in Ohio for another year, which doesn't totally displease Sebastian who sees this as an opportunity to have one of his friends close to him for his senior year.

To keep Dave from depressing all alone, Sebastian took him shopping to decorate his room and invited him to a party with the Warblers.


"Can I ask you a question?" Dave asked, biting his lip.

He was lying on his bed, several pillows under his head while Sebastian was half slumped on the bean bag in the corner of his room.

"You mean other than this one?"

"You don't have to answer but ... I met Lucía and your father, but your mother ...?"

He didn't have time to finish his question; Sebastian cut him a little sharply.

"I don't know. Surely somewhere in Italy. She has never too much been a part of the picture. And you? Sarah is an awesome aunt but your parents?"

"My father found out that I'm gay the day he found me hanging in my closet. He takes it pretty well given the circumstances but he's afraid for me. That's why he sent me to Sarah, to get me away from my former teammates ... and my mother. She thinks I'm sick, and that the psychologist I see will cure me."

"We should get going; we'll end up being late." Sebastian said to break the awkward silence that began to settle.

"Uh yes. Where is it yet?"

"You'll see when we get there."

"I know very badly how to follow a car. I'm the kind to stay stuck at a red light while you keep going."

"Hmm my passenger seat rarely stays stuck at red lights while the rest of my car keeps going." Sebastian joked.

"What?"

"I'll take you. We're going to a Warblers' party. The parents of these guys are all leaders of major corporations, renamed politicians, brilliant lawyers, celebrities. They pay year tuition for Dalton with hardly one working day. Your father saved how long to give you your pick-up? They've paid cars that worth three times yours to their sons in one hour of work."

"I'm not ashamed of my car. For your information, it was not my father who paid for it. I worked two summers at Breadstix, I mowed the lawns and washed the cars of the neighbors every weekends to buy it."

"All the more reason for us to take mine. Rich kids like me are not the kind to be careful with their belongings, let alone with others'. Nick has borne the brunt several times."

"Nick?" Dave asked a little worried.

"The only guy in this school who doesn't have parents in high places. You should get well along with him."

"I'm not so sure." Dave muttered, the name reminding him bad memories.

"All right sir Grumpy, stop sulking and come. We'll really end up being late."

"Oh fine, okay, we take your car. But therefore you don't have the right to drink in order to drive me home."

"Don't worry about it Pooky."

"Well yeah, I'm a little worried Scar." Dave replied, laughing.

"Why you don't trust me?" Sebastian mumbled.

"I wonder."

Sebastian pulled Dave by the arm, making a hook by the living.

"Sarah, I kidnap Dave. The chances for him to be back for breakfast tomorrow morning are near zero and we'll warn you if it ever drags on."

"Okay ... Hey, hey, hey, not so fast." Sarah said to hold the two boys who were heading towards the exit. "The customary recommendations and questions. Where are you going?"

"A party hosted by my high school mates at one of us' house to celebrate the graduates."

"There will be alcohol?"

"Surely a bit." Sebastian replied honestly.

"You know you're too young to drink?"

The two boys nodded.

"Good. There will be an adult?"

"No on site but the neighbor will pass every half hour to check that there's no overflow."

"Girls?"

"Sarah!" Dave cried.

"Yes, but I promise, we won't get one pregnant." Sebastian joked.

"Boys?"

"Since I go to an all boy school, yes."

"You know that condoms aren't only a contraceptive method? You don't open your fly without your little hat on."

"It'll be practical to use the restroom that." Dave muttered.

"David Alan Karofsky, don't show off or you stay here. You understood very well what I meant."

"Sorry."

"As you'll probably not follow the law regarding alcohol, stay at least reasonable and don't drive if you've been drinking. If you can't stay there, call me. I'd rather get up in the middle of the night to bring you back than to go recognize your bodies to the morgue."

"Okay."

"Well, you can go. Oh no, wait, last recommendation."

"Yes?" The two boys groaned in unison.

"Enjoy yourselves."

"Thank you."

On the road, Dave turned his attention to the clock in the car which indicated 7:20pm."

"It's far that party?"

"No, in five minutes we'll be there."

"You start your parties at 7:30? It's Rock'n'Roll the Warblers!"

Sebastian parked in his usual spot before he had time to answer. Dave then realized they were before Sebastian's house.

"The others won't be there before nine and a half, or ten. Swallow this surprised look, a party at home with the sons of all the big names in Ohio, it's a good publicity for John Smythe, of course he offered to do this party."

They got out of the car. Sebastian walked without hesitation to the service door of the kitchen, knocked as usual and came in.

"Boa tarde Lucía."

"Sebastian. The salads are ready and in the fridge. I've made dressings for salads and meat." she paused seeing Dave to greet him. "Oh, hello David. How are you?"

"Boa tarde Lucía. I'm fine thank you and you?"

"You speak Portuguese?" she asked, surprised to hear him using her native language.

"Uh ... actually, no, not at all. I just repeated what Sebastian said. It was silly? It didn't mean hello?" He asked while his cheeks were taking a nice pink color.

Sebastian and Lucía laughed, under Dave's confused gaze.

"No, it wasn't silly. It does mean hello. Well, rather good afternoon, but it's the same. You two are well accorded." Lucía said with a little knowing look.

"Uh ... how?"

"You can play the tough guys who mainly don't want to have anything to do with the others but you're the first to make an effort to talk to them. Okay, so I was saying, Nick called, he'll be here soon to prepare the barbecue and work out with the army of waiters your father insisted on hire. The meat is marinated in the fridge already and the potatoes are already next to the barbecue."

While Lucía spoke, Dave had slightly whitened upon hearing of Nick. He knew well it was ridiculous, that there was no reason for his former bully to end up at that party of a private school, an hour away from his home, especially as Sebastian seemed to well know that Nick and to attend school with him since at least the beginning of the year. But he couldn't stop thinking about it and to be a little freaked out.

"Pooky, close your mouth, you'll swallow a fly. What's wrong again?"

"Huh? Uh, nothing, nothing, everything goes well."

"OK, can you help me to set up the tables in the garden then?"

"Yes, of course, it these big arms must serve some purpose." Dave replied mischievously raising a little one of his sleeves.

"I leave you then? My day is over. I'll see tomorrow morning?" Lucía said looking to Dave.

"Uh ..."

"Yes Lucía, he takes the guest room tonight, no way I'll bring him back home after a party like this."

"See you tomorrow then." Dave muttered.

Lucía gone, Sebastian and Dave set to work to set up the party. Dave looked Sebastian out of the corner of his eye with like a light of reproach in the eyes.

"You've trapped me." he finally threw as a cat among the pigeons.

"What do you mean?" Sebastian asked innocently.

"You brought me here without telling me where the party was, you wouldn't let me take my car, all for me to sleep here. You faced me with no choice."

"You're mad at me because you're going sleep in a palace?"

"What? You're really a sicko, I don't care to sleep in a palace. My bed's fine with me. At least I know I don't have to get laid to thank for sleeping in a good bed."

"OK, I see. I will not force you to 'get laid' as you say so. You'll be allowed to visit one of the guest rooms of this castle and it's free. I never raped anybody, I won't begin with you. If I had wanted, I could've done what I wanted of you when I brought you back from the Scandals, I haven't done it, for what I know. You can be honest with me? You would have come if I had said everything "

"No, certainly not. But ..."

"But ... nothing. You wouldn't pick up your phone, Sarah couldn't get you out, everyone was worried about you. Your father called Kurt's father, they tried to contact you, you didn't answered either. You didn't answer to Blaine, all the New Directions have tried, without success, Blaine finally called me. I don't know if you realize how much you freaked everyone so they end up calling me. I'm not exactly their best friend if you wanna know. So yes, I've manipulated you a little for you to come here, but I had good reasons I think, no?"

The doorbell of the front door cut Sebastian in his monologue. Dave was dangling arms, shocked by what he had just heard.

"That must be Nick. You should try to have a little fun. Okay, you'll have to redo your senior year, okay, you're gonna have one more year to live in a state somewhat homophobic, but your life's not over and there are plenty of people who care about you. I'm going to open."

Sebastian left behind him a stunned Dave to go to open the door and returned, flanked by an excited Nick.

"Look, king of the barbecue just arrived. I hope your house is ready for an evening of madness; it's time for you to make acquaintance with Nick the Raver. "

"Not too soon! Where was he hiding until now?"

"Behind Nick who must work to maintain sufficient grades to get a scholarship. But for tonight, I shelved him. Hey, hi, my name's Nick." he finished arriving at Dave and holding out his hand.

"David."

"Ouch, that won't be practical tonight."

"Why?"

"You have the same name as the star of the evening; our David leaves us now that he has graduated."

Sebastian seemed a bit worried about the reaction Dave was going to have after this comment, but he was surprised to see that Dave was smiling.

"That makes at least one who succeeded his year. You'll just have to call me loser. Okay, don't make those faces, I was joking. Usually people call me Dave or Karofsky."

"Karofsky, as Dave Karofsky from McKinley?"

"Uh ... Yes." Dave replied a little worried about this confession, knowing that Kurt had been one of their friends in Dalton.

Against all odds, Nick threw himself on Dave to hug him warmly. Dave was so surprised that he had no time to respond that Nick had already disappeared, all under Sebastian's eyes who was equally amazed by the scene he witnessed.

"Nicky? You wouldn't have started the party without us, eh?" Sebastian asked.

"What? No! I'm not Trent, I know how to forgive. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here, the rock salt slushie, wasn't very clever Seb." Nick said, drawing a wry face from Sebastian. "Yes, well, I know that initially we should blame you for leading a hard life to Kurt and for having threatened him ... But on the other hand, without it, he wouldn't have come to spy, he wouldn't have approached Blaine on the stairs, he wouldn't have transferred to Dalton and we'd still have Blaine on our backs faking to be fine even though deep down he bursts to be alone, instead of having two pips tweeting in unison. Okaayy, they're in the opposing team and they beat us, but they're happy. And I don't forget that you've apologized and now that we know why you were doing it all. Let's only say that we clear it all and start again. Okay, now show me the direction for the barbecue; the meat won't cook itself alone. "

"Okay, I think I just made peace with the name Nick."

"Why? What was your problem with my name?"

"Well with yours, nothing. It's rather with the one of the asshole who found it very funny to inform the whole school that I'm gay when I wasn't ready to assume it that I've a problem with."

"Kill me now." Nick growled. "No, on second thought, don't kill me, but find me another name, please, I'm going to be sick at the idea of having the same name as that moron."

"Uh ... Two-Face? You're so different from the Nick whom I've known at Dalton tonight."

"Sold. Well, we do it or what? Big Boy, if you know where the barbecue is, you show me? Meerkat Face beside you doesn't seem determined."

"I've already been to it once; I'll try not to get lost in the corridors of this castle. Follow me closely; we shouldn't lose sight of each other."

"There are ghosts you think?"

"I don't know, but in doubt, I'm not leaving you now."

"It's OK guys? You say it if I bother huh." Sebastian said, pretending to pout.

"No, it's okay, you're home." replied in chorus the other two, triggering uncontrollable laughter among the three teenagers.

After two hours of preparation, Nick and Dave had already become inseparable, sharing unconditional love of family barbecues, baseball (especially the Yankees) Italian food (old memories of their childhood Italian nannies ) and insurance that in matters of romance, there was no chance that one walk on the other's flowerbeds And Sebastian, he felt a little sidelined.

Nick and Dave had especially in common that they grew up in middle-class families. The month ends were never difficult as long as they paid a minimum attention. Not much to do with the golden childhood of Sebastian and most of the other students in Dalton Academy.

If you had asked Sebastian his opinion, he'd have answered gilded cage and that money does not buy happiness. But who would have asked him? 'Poor little rich girl' ... Nobody ever asks a rich kid if his childhood had been happy. As if having everything you want materially erased lack of affection.

Gradually the other guests arrived. The Warblers of course, Crawford's girls, the boyfriends and girlfriends, of ones or others.

Jeff, true to himself, threw himself on his best friend hardly arrived ... and in his haste, burnt his hand. Which didn't bother him more than that, his status as a badly wounded attracting to him the attention of almost all the single ladies at the party. At least all those he hadn't already dragged in his bed at one time or another.

Dave managed to fit easily among the Warblers. Except with Trent. Trent wasn't one to forgive easily, especially to those who had hurt his best friends. But he wasn't either the type to make a fuss as long as you left him alone. He avoided as much as possible Sebastian and Dave.

Nick was talking with Dave and Sebastian while the music was playing softly in the background; a few couples were dancing in the garden. Well, the garden, the park actually. But never mind. A boy a little delicate, brown haired with light eyes shyly approached them.

"Cameron, you spend a good evening?" Nick, who had seen him coming, asked.

"Uh ... Yes, yes." stammered the boy, not knowing where to put his eyes between the three boys in front of him.

"You had something to ask us?" Sebastian asked.

"Uh ... Would you ... uh ..."

"Plunge forward Cam, the sky won't fall on your head."

"Would you want to dance with me?" Cameron whispered without looking at any of the three boys in front of him.

"Yes, why not." Sebastian replied, rising.

But Cameron shook his head sharply from side to side, biting his lip. Sebastian sat down, a little surprised. The boy was grinding his lower lip between his teeth. He ended up looking up to Dave, almost pleadingly. Dave, unaccustomed to being the center of attention didn't react instantly and Cameron turned on his heels, stammering an excuse.

"Oh poor boy." Nick whispered.

"Excuse me." Dave said before launching himself after Cameron.

Sebastian watched them move away thoughtfully.

"Upset?" Jeff asked suddenly appearing behind them.

"No, why?"

"Jealous then huh?"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's us Seb, you know, your two high school buddies in the room of whom you end up when you depress. If you think we failed to understand that you're in a daze nearly since his suicide attempt. He's the mystery man who holds all your thoughts right?" Nick asked, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"It has nothing to do, you are both drags."

"OK, so tell me honestly, how many guys you shagged since February? Or even just, how many you've hit on? I'm sure you hardly even went to the Scandals all this time." Jeff noted.

"So what? Where is the problem? What do you care if I didn't come out for several months?"

"Not much, but admit that it's David who made you change."

"Oh yeah? I would have managed that, me? And by what miracle." David asked passing by with Wes who had returned to Westerville for the occasion.

"Sorry to disappoint you, we were talking about Karofsky."

"Karofsky? As in David Karofsky from McKinley?" Wes, who hadn't had the latest gossip in Westerville since he left to university, asked.

"Himself, but he has changed a bit since then." Jeff replied.

"A little? I don't know what you need. It's a little the 180-degree anyway." exclaimed Nick. "But ask Sebastian, he knows much more than us."

"It's just a friend, nothing more. Get over it."

With these words, Sebastian got up and left within the house. Meanwhile, Dave had followed Cameron who had taken refuge into the kiosk in the middle of the park, where he sat on the floor, knees drawn up against his chest, his head in his arms. Dave stood before him.

"Uh ... Cameron, right?"

Getting no answer, he sat beside the boy.

"You went too fast, I haven't even had time to answer."

"It was not worth it, I could tell what you thought."

"I don't think so. I was surprised. I'm not often invited to dance. Especially when you have a choice with Sebastian Smythe."

"I wonder why, he's just an moron arrogant."

"Yes, that's what he seems to be. What he did to you? He made you believe it was for life and used you for one night. "

"No, I'm not even good enough so that sir looks at me." Cameron replied, raising his head.

"Or too good, however." seeing the astonishment of his vis-à-vis, Dave went on. "It worth what it worth and that's just my opinion, but I think Sebastian sticks to one night stands with shady guys he meets in the most creepy bar of Ohio because in the end, he doesn't think he worth more."

"I don't think so, he's the most confident and cocky guy I know."

"Like I said, that's what he seems to be." Dave murmured. "Now Cameron, would you do me the honor to grant me a dance? Just a dance."

"There's no longer music." Cameron noted. "It probably means the Warblers will sing. I should join them." he added, while the chorus already began to sing the melody.

"I think they've not waited for you." Dave said, standing up and holding out a hand to Cameron. "I've heard they don't sing too badly." he added, pulling a small laugh to the boy before him who got up and took the outstretched hand.

They began to dance as the voice of Sebastian rose in the air.

I don't know you

But I want you

All the more for that

A female voice joined Sebastian's . Probably one of the schoolgirls of Crawford, who joined the Warblers sometimes for some performances.

Words fall through me

And always fool me

And I can't react

And games that never amount

To more than they're meant

Will play themselves out

"At least it's not Dancing Queen." Dave murmured.

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You'll make it now

"It's not the same style." Cameron replied, laughing.

Falling slowly, eyes that know me

And I can't go back

Moods that take me and erase me

And I'm painted black

You have suffered enough

And warred with yourself

It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You've made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody

I'll sing it loud

Dave and Cameron parted when the last notes of the song were extinguished.

"Thank you." Cameron stammered.

"You're welcome; all the pleasure was for me. You're lucky that I haven't walked on your feet, I'm not a very good dancer."

"You did pretty good shot I think."

"Thank you."

"Cameron? If you intend to be still in the Warblers next year, you better not miss the next song." Sebastian shouted.

"Oh, uh ... I have to go away this time."

"Go ahead, hurry, I heard the captain can really be bounded."

Cameron ran after addressing a smile to Dave who returned to the house. After a few songs, the Warblers decided they had had enough. Most of those who hadn't drunk returned home. Some of those who had drunk too, not all escorted, who said that adolescents are reasonable? The private park of Smythe's property gradually emptied. It remained only Sebastian, Dave and ... Nick, quite drunk.

"Hey, Big Boy, have you been drinking tonight? Because I think I'd better not drive."

"Oh, you think mister Two-Face?" Dave asked sarcastically. "I didn't drink, but I can't take you, I was kidnapped, I'm without a car."

"So the way back won't be pretty." Nick said, laughing.

"Yeah because you really think I'm gonna let you leave in the condition where you are? No way, you sleep here. It's not like we're lacking space." Sebastian stated.

"Ooohhhh you can't imagine the monkey you knock off my back, I didn't really see myself take the wheel. Actually, I think I wanna throw up."

"Oh no, not here Two- Face." Dave said leading Nick to the nearest bathroom he had spotted during the party.

They had just enough time to get there that Nick was kneeling in front of the bowl and ... say that the rest is not for sensitive souls. Dave made small circles on his back with the flat of his hand and held his ... Well, not really, there was not really hair to hold.

"That's the price to pay when you're too serious and you let go a little too much in the end. The awakening will be hard. "

When Nick had finished expelling his overfill of alcohol, Dave helped him get up and come back to the living room. He managed to find a glass of water to bring to his new friend.

"Thank you." Nick said before drinking slowly.

Sebastian entered the room with two small piles of clothes in his hands. Two shorts with elasticized waist, a blue shirt and a red shirt.

"I think it should fit you, this one's a little too large for me, it should do the trick for you." Sebastian said to Dave showing the pile with the red shirt that he had placed on the coffee table.

"You must be kidding me! I beg you; tell me you're not serious. I refuse to wear this shirt!"

"What? What do you have against this shirt?" Sebastian asked innocently.

"I wouldn't sleep with Kate, William and the palace guards, I like to have space in the bed."

"What? Do you prefer to sleep with the Eiffel Tower?"

"Honestly, yes, I prefer my usual t-shirt."

"Oh yeah, that's already your usual shirt?"

"It'll be after tonight anyway, two times, it becomes a habit."

"Okay, you win, you are allowed to sleep with my name on the chest."

"You're getting tendentious, Seb, we should all go to bed now." Dave told by purposely press the nickname.

Sebastian allocated the rooms, made sure that his two friends were comfortably installed and in a short time, the three teenagers were asleep.


The song used here is 'Falling slowly' by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova (soundtrack of the movieONCE). But think of it in the version sung by Darren Criss and Lea Michele at the Gala Big Brother Big Sister Of Greater Los Angeles in 2012. It's not better or worse than the original, only Lea joins Darren later in the song than the original female voice, no other reason. And the answer is YES, if you've never heard it before, you should go listen.