Disclaimer : Still not mine. No, still not.

OK, I don't know you but I think It took me a long time to lay this little thing, which frankly is not long, which ultimately doesn't tell much and I haven't quite know how to end.


Summary of previous chapters
Dave is recovering from his suicide attempt living with his aunt from Westerville and redoing his senior year at a high school where his friends know he's gay. He had a little love story with Cameron, one of the Warblers, but it only lasted the summer time. Now he must try to focus on school to success in the year and think about college. Not easy when Alex would like to date him but without saying it around them because nobody knows he's gay.
Sebastian must apply to Princeton. Not his first choice but it's not really as if he had something to say against his father, anyway, all the men of the family go to Princeton, that's how.
Blaine cheated on Kurt who took it badly and decided to break up ... And tp come back in Ohio to verify that Sebastian had nothing to do with it. They ended up spending the night at Dave's. Apparently, Dave and Sebastian tend to not sleep very well, except when they end up sleeping together in the sofa at Sarah's. But they are not together. They are still friends even though nobody really believes it.


"Oh, no, no, no, no, NO. You must be kidding me." Nick groaned seeing Sebastian entering the room, settle on his bed and send a pillow to Jeff who was listening to music, lying on his own bed.

"What ? Did you have a bad day Nicky?" Sebastian asked with a smirk.

"Oh don't start. I have an essay to be finished for history class tomorrow. And all three of us we know that with you two in the room, I won't be able to work properly." Nick complained.

"Come on, Nick relax, take a break, your essay will always be there in an hour." Jeff, who had removed his headphones, joked once alerted by the pillow he had received in his face.

"An hour? You really don't need to work at all to succeed you two huh?"

"Oh, I'm offended now." Jeff replied, feigning indignation. "I work very hard, just for the record."

"Don't look at me like that, I really don't work, I'm counting on Dad's fortune to succeed, you can ask him." Sebastian said humorless.

"OK, I guess the sooner I listen to you, the sooner I can return to my work, so what's your problem this time?" Nick asked, exasperated.

"No, thank you, I don't need to talk. I just want to stay there in silence not to go home"

"And you've got only here to stay and not go home? Great, I must be cursed." Nick muttered.

Their conversation was interrupted by three sharp knocks on the door.

"What's that again?" Nick sighed. "Who bothers knocking before entering here now?"

"In my opinion, your best chance to find out is to go to open Nicky."

"Hey, you're not supposed to call him that, that's my nickname."Jeff protested while Nick was going to open the door.

There appeared in the doorway, Blaine looking sad, closely followed by Sam, a hand on his shoulder.

"Fix him." Sam blurted

"Uh ... Hello, already." Nick said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We are okay thank you and you?" Jeff added, sarcastic, without leaving his bed.

Sam didn't pay attention to their comments, stepped into the room leading Blaine with him and stood in front of Nick 's bed where Sebastian was still lying, clearly amused by the situation.

"You, move, we don't need you, go look elsewhere if we're there meerkat." Sam barked

"No way, I don't plan to leave here until you have explained how you hope Chip and Dale will fix your hobbit. Mainly because he doesn't look like broken to me." Sebastian replied without moving an inch, increasingly amused.

"He's been like that since he came back from his weekend in New York. He sulks, he doesn't eat, and we'll soon no longer see his eyes in the middle of his dark circles. And he refuses to talk to me. All I know, and even, it's Finn who told me, is that Kurt broke up with him." Sam said, pulling a small groan of pain from Blaine when he spoke about Kurt.

"It's normal, I'm horrible; how could I do that to him?" Blaine complained weakly.

"And that's the best I managed to get from him. How am I supposed to be able to help him if I don't even know what happened?"

"You can't help me anyway, nobody can help me, I did the most horrible thing I could do to the one I love more than anything in the world. I deserve what happened to me."

"Do something; you've known him for longer than me, you may be the ones he will say something to."

"No way. He was not even in this state when we retrieved him after the Sadie Hawkins of his old school. And you know how long it took for us to know what happened? More than a year. If he doesn't want to talk, he doesn't talk and there's nothing to do. We knew nothing before Kurt came to spy before Communals two years ago." Nick stated, arms crossed, attracting a new groan from Blaine when he evoked Kurt.

"He was hot at least? " Sebastian, who had not moved, asked.

"What? Who?" Sam asked, lost.

"If one had asked me when I met you two, I would have never thought you'd end up like that, especially not that I wouldn't be the cause of your break up. It's crazy how many surprises life has in store. The worst thing is that it's really bugging your ex to know who it was." Sebastian reeled off arms crossed behind his head, watching the reactions of the other four.

Blaine looked worse than he was when entering the room while the other three seemed shocked by these revelations, realizing that Sebastian was the one who knew the most about the situation in the room. Aside from Blaine course.

"Oh, okay, don't look at me like that. Blaine flew to New York to tell Kurt he had cheated without telling him with whom. What do you think he did? He flew the other way to come yell at me to make sure it wasn't me. And it wasn't me; I'm a little offended by the way."

Blaine had burst in tears and sat on the edge of Jeff's bed face in his hands.

"It's not important who it was, it didn't mean anything. I felt alone, we had made promises with Kurt, but talk to him on the phone, it was not the same I was missing him, and he was increasingly busy. I lost sight of how much I love him. I ... I thought maybe it was because he was there and that it could have been anyone else."

"So, you tried. I'm still upset that you didn't think it could have been me." Sebastian muttered.

"It wouldn't have changed anything. You or another, I'd hate myself as much, maybe even more. Because it's him, just him. It always has been and now he hates me, he no longer has confidence in me and we'll never be able to fix it. I lost him forever."

"He doesn't hate you." Sebastian said in a neutral tone.

"And how do you know that you?" shouted in chorus Jeff and Nick.

"Hello, you follow a little? He came to see me. He yelled at me, he cried, he sighed, he moaned. I could not let him go in the state where he was, he would have had an accident that idiot. As a result, we spent the night together at Dave's."

"Dave?" Jeff asked, incredulous.

"David Karofsky, you guys really don't follow."

"What did you go to do at his?" Nick asked.

"I would've loved to brought him to my house to bang him, but it has moderately pleased my father, can you imagine." Sebastian joked.

"But you're a moron you!" Sam raged before following up showing Blaine. "You really think it's time for such jokes?"

"Oh, relax Blondie Two, I was joking. He is hurt and betrayed but not yet ready to move on. So, no, we didn't have sex together, even if I wanted to, it wouldn't have occurred. Kurt slept in Dave's bed."

"Oh, great, I sent him directly in Dave's arms." Blaine moaned.

"He slept in Dave's bed, not WITH Dave. I slept on the couch with Dave."

"Oh, really? You slept together?" Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Jeff slept. Just slept, clears the pictures of your head, that didn't happen and will never happen. We're just friends, right?"

"Oh yes, right. It didn't happen okay. But will never happen, I don't believe it too much." Jeff joked.

"Well, that's fine, I've heard enough about the sexual life of Sebastian Smythe. Can we go now Sam?" Blaine got mad taking the direction of the door.

"Now then, no chance. I don't get out of here until Phil and Lil here have restored your smile."

"But do you really not understand Sam? I blew it, I hurt the only person who really mattered; I've been out of control. Now I might as well end it all."

"When I think that it was Kurt we called drama queen." Sam sighed

"No, for that they have really well found each other." Nick replied.

"They are really made to end their lives together." added Jeff.

"Well, that's what I say, I have just to go to hang myself."

"Oh, that's enough now. OK, you love Kurt, OK, you screwed up and it's probably the end of your story. But hell, you're barely 18 years old, yes it's a painful breakup, but really, do you think it's worth to kill you. This is your first love it. Cry a good shot, but get over it. You'll see, one day, you'll meet another guy and be happy together and you'll have plenty of gay babies and you will wonder who was Kurt?"

"Like, you became the master in the field of couple relationships? I don't want to offend you but you gotta be nearly as qualified as me." Jeff joked.

"Anyway, I know that the first love is not always meant to last a lifetime. Do what you want afterwards, look for another one or do as Jeff and I, enjoy yourself while you're still young. But please stop to lament and live. You still have lots of years ahead of you to be happy."

"For what it's worth, I don't think you're happy Sebastian." Blaine said.

"Maybe not, but I haven't given up. You want a second opinion? Go see Dave, ask him what he thinks."

"I feel so empty without him. How am I supposed to go on?"

"I don't know, you should know better than us. It is you who ridiculed yourself singing a very suggestive song to a guy on his workplace." Jeff said, laughing.

"Fortunately Blondie Two brought him to you to be fixed, frankly, it really seems to help." Sebastian joked.

"No, seriously, is there anyone who can tell me why it always falls down on me? I'm searching; I don't know what I've done so wrong. Why can't I just have a peaceful evening? Just one. I don't ask much. Just one evening to finish this damn essay that counts for a third of my final grade in this history class. Please just that." Nick muttered, looking up at the sky.

"Oh look, it's the season of Nick the spoilsport." Blaine sighed.

"No, it's the season of Nick seems to be the only one who needs to work to maintain sufficient grades to go to college."

"Wow, breathe Nick, you're red." Jeff joked.

"If you want, I let you my place at Princeton." Sebastian muttered.

"What? You go to Princeton? Like Princeton? Are you serious?" Sam kindled.

"No, no, no, no." Nick whispered knowing where this conversation would lead.

"Unless I find a very subtle way to make them think that I am not made for their prestigious university, I really won't have a choice."

"We're not supposed to convince them to let us in. normally? I don't understand, if you want to go elsewhere, why do you try like one of the universities where it's the hardest to get in?" Blaine questioned puzzled.

"That is because you don't know the Smythe family, otherwise you'd understand." Sebastian whispered. "I have the choice, it's Princeton or Princeton. Law ... or law. Oh yes, wait, I might have my say on what specialization I want to do. Did you see that? Hard to decide don't you think?"

"And if you had the choice? Where would you go, what would you do?" Jeff asked.

"I don't, so why ask the question."

"I don't know; imagine that your application isn't successful, like, your essay has been worked but doesn't match at all with what they expect. You'll have to have a plan B. The advantage of applying as an early decision is that if it doesn't work, you can always make applications for regular action. So let's say it doesn't work, where you would go." Nick argued.

"I don't know, I have never thought about it. Law, I can't cut off. It's either that or be cut off completely. Yet, it doesn't bother me too much. I mean, I don't really want to walk in the footsteps of my father; I wouldn't be involved in politics. But I can imagine myself as a lawyer. Once I graduate, I can work where I want, to defend gay rights, for example, that would teach a lesson to the great John Smythe."

"In this case, don't bother to fight for it, study law and then you can do whatever you want. What do you have against Princeton?" Blaine asked.

"Just ... Don't want to go where 'all men of the family went.' To be compared to them every day. Can't do anything, good or bad, without hearing about it. Because if I'm brilliant, it'll be normal because I walk in the footsteps all traced of the family. And if I'm bad, if I party every night, that I go in class with hangover, or someone sees me with a guy in public, I'll be entitled to the moralizing discourse because I disgrace the family. Nobody will congratulate me or will put me a kick in the ass for what I am, me."

"Oh yeah, I'd never seen it that way. It sucks being a rich kid." Sam remarked.

"It's not always like that. I mean, my father had a little trouble accepting that I'm gay and he has tried to change me, but otherwise, my parents are pretty cool. They don't try to force me to go to a university I wouldn't like." Blaine argued.

"Oh yeah? And so, where will you apply?"

"I wanted to apply to NYADA or a college in New York, but now that I've messed up, I'll have to think of something else, I can't go to the same city as him knowing that he hates me."

"Oh, I already told you, he doesn't hate you. Well, he'll probably never date you again because, must be honest, you betrayed him, but he doesn't hate you. I'd even say he'd like to hate you; that would make things easier for him. So if you dream of New York since you're a kid, apply for New York. You'll see that before fall, things will have evolved and if you don't, you're gonna blame yourself. "

Sam knelt before Sebastian and mimicked an ovation.

"It's fine actually, Chip and Dale, you can go, the lemur is much more talented than you ultimately."

"Yeah, I must say that on this one, he impresses me. Say, you okay? You kicked your head or something lately?" Nick asked, pretending to examine Sebastian as a doctor.

"Stop that Duval." Sebastian groaned typing Nick's hand.

"No, really, what happened to you?" Jeff asked.

"I'm not sure I'd say I almost blinded someone that I liked and who has forgiven me, and I've nearly killed a guy who then became like my best friend. You must believe that it changes a man."

"From there to turn you into an expert on dating relationships ... Unless you're hiding something ... with Pooky." Blaine provoked.

"Pooky?" Sam asked, frowning.

"This is what he calls Dave." Blaine replied evasively without dropping Sebastian eyes.

"Well, I had a life before arriving in Ohio I'd point out. But I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, then let's go back to the topic, if it's not Princeton, what university are you going to apply to?"

"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it."

"Well, think about it. For example, project yourself, where do you see yourself in ten years? Close your eyes and imagine." Blaine suggested.

"This is the new trick of New Directions that? Dave told me that Kurt did the same stunt to him at the hospital."

"Yeah, that's our new thing, come on, make a little effort. How do you imagine your life? It may tell to you what city you want to live in."

"OK, I'm playing. I see a lawyer, defending cases of discrimination. Have a nice apartment with space but not too flashy. With perhaps a dog to keep me company when I don't have a nice guy to be my hot water bottle in my bed."

"Funny, I didn't see you at all with a dog. Though, I didn't see you defending the widow and the orphan either." Blaine said with a smirk.

"Who talked about the widow and the orphan? I'd be satisfied with the black and the gay. " Sebastian joked.

"He's hopeless." Nick sighed.

"And just have one nice guy every night in your bed, you thought about it?"

"You're nice Sam, but for that, there should have a boy who is willing to stay more than a few nights. This isn't the kind of things that would happen to me."

"I know one who could well agree if you asked him." Blaine said suggestively.

"OK, well right I'll let you, I have a dissertation to succeed without too much success, I wonder if being denied subtly is not more complicated than being accepted. And then I have to think about where to apply afterwards. It'd be better for me that it's at least somewhat deemed if I want my dear daddy to sell one of his hideous pictures which are supposed to decorate the hallway of the mansion to pay me my studies."

"Think about Chicago." Nick threw.

"Chicago? Why Chicago?" Sebastian asked.

"Why not Chicago?" The other replied, shrugging one shoulder.

"Okay, whatever. Good evening guys." Sebastian said, going.

"And to us, you'll tell why Chicago?"

"This is where Dave is planning to go. They will probably never be together, but in the meantime, being friends they are ... how to say this? Stronger. So if they are in the same city, it can only be good for them. No?"

"How do you know all this ?" Blaine asked frankly puzzled.

"What ? It is plain as the nose in the middle of the face there is a good dynamic between them, not my fault if you don't see it."

"No, not that, that thank you, everyone sees, they're surely the only ones who don't realize. But that Dave wants to go to Chicago, how do you know?"

"It's not so difficult, we often talk. You know, in our day, Facebook, Twitter, email, texting, phone, Skype ... It's not ways that lack. Well, now, would it bother you to kindly let me work on that damn history homework?"

"Oh, okay, fine, I bring back the gelified home. Good evening lovers." Sam threw grabbing Blaine by the arm and pointing to the door.

"Thank you, good evening to you too lovebirds." Jeff replied.

"It's not …" began Sam

"Drop it Blondie Two, you've searched this one." Blaine cut him off.

"Oh no, you're not going to start using that nickname with me anyway." Sam complained.

"I don't know, I'll think about it. Come on, I think I invite you to spend the evening with me. Love Actually and pizza, you say what?"

"I am forced for the pizza?"

"No, you prefer a salad? We should be able to find that in the fridge."

"OK, OK, pizza, but that's because it's you."Sam said with a laugh before leaving the room with a last wave of the hand to the other two students.

"You think it will be fine Kurt and Blaine?" Jeff asked to his friend.

"They'll be fine. They'll manage to move on, they'll have other boyfriends ... And in a few years, they'll meet again, they'll be again both single, they'll realize that they haven't forgotten each other, that they still love each other, they'll get back together, Kurt will eventually propose to Blaine beneath the snow in Central Park, Blaine will whim to adopt lots of gay babies and since Kurt can't refuse him anything, they will make the best dads of the world because they've had Burt Hummel as a model. Or something like that then."

"Nick?"

"Yes?"

"Didn't we agree that when you have some good stuff you'd share it?"

"Oh funny, they'll be fine, that's all. Let me work now."

With that, Jeff fell silent and Nick could finally finish his essay for the next day. By asking how, with friends like his, he still managed to get some A.